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While admiring the sun for adding luster to the daytime, I thought of the messenger of the night--the moon, when the night was covered, it hung in the high night sky, arrogant and gentle. It sprinkles the cold light on the lonely night. Isn't that a beauty?

Nights without stars are "cool". A round moon is reflected in the water, pure white, plump, without a bit of sputum, this is perfect. The night was deeper, and the tired summer frog had already slept, and the pond was still in the moon. The wind blows from the gap between the clumps and evokes the microwave on the surface of the water. At this time, the moon is like a girl, subtle, shy, and flashes slightly with the microwave. The noisy daytime, disappeared, and retired; the tranquility of the night, should have come, come. The heart is calm with the beauty. The wind stops, the sound stops, the level, only the round moon.

Time is always at this moment, the moon is quietly lying in the water, the reeds are still quietly in the water, and all kinds of shadows are reflected on the water. All this is natural, like a landscape painting, so that everything is drunk. The moon in the water, the flowers in the mirror, the dream, but the real, real, and dreamy. Life is like a dream, dreams are like life, and it’s like this.

"Hey~, hehe~." Is this the footsteps of time? After infinitely quiet, everything will move again, like after a failure, there will be success. It was near dawn, the moon was light, the darkness dissipated, and the contours of the surrounding area gradually appeared. Everything was close, but there was always a taste that couldn’t be said. "Hey~" A jingy broke the solemn atmosphere, and the sun came out. The moon has left. Have you seen that romantic scene last night? In the month, he dedicated himself and weaved a gorgeous coat unique to the night.

Third day: Li Wei