Snow in dreams~ wake up

night

——Shen Mu Ling Xuan

In the small town of the hustle and bustle, the autumn rain is scattered. The gentle night is immersed in everything, and everything is turned into this faint night, and the silent night glows with its own infinite charm. Night is magical; night is mysterious; night is lonely.

Quietly walking on the path at night, there is endless darkness in front of you, such as silk weaving, such as ink dyeing. Come to this quiet village with my father, it is just a moonlit night. This path is so embarrassing, I don’t know how many magical scenes I have experienced along the way... There will always be a slight glow in the darkness of the hustle and bustle. Glittering, like the little stars on the horizon falling on the earth, trying to move closer to the night sky; the moonlight is so bright, a pure flower has come into my eyes, a flower, like the father said, it only at night Will bloom, as if the snow under the moon is lonely, this present beauty has an inseparable relationship with this moonlight night. How amazing this dark night is!

Sitting on the frost floor in the village, still thinking about the blooming of this flower, I can't understand it! Looking up at the starry night sky, only the moon occupies me the whole eye, but the charm of the meteor shower will eventually take my eyes away. A white light flashed through the night sky. I actually clasped my hands like I used to, scooping my wishes from the depths of my heart, letting the meteor take me into the distance, and open my eyes. The white light has long since disappeared. A misty flower, a meteor shower, how mysterious this cool night is!

At night, I put on a soft silk dress, the cool breeze blowing the soft clothes belt, reaching out my hands, opening my arms, the moonlight as cool as the water blew down the sky, fainting the earth, but it’s night The world is lonely and lonely. Looking up at the sky, the sky of tears, floating in the world of laughter, the years it has passed, how many beautiful pasts, the beauty of the night blossoms, who would like to stop and stop? Drops of tears, how lonely this sad night!

The small town in the fog, the beauty of last night has become awkward, and I have experienced a few nights again, but only the moonlight has not changed, and it reminds me of the quiet flower, the distant night, the night of comfort is magical. Is mysterious, lonely

Third day: Shen Shi Ling Xuan