1. At night, it's too quiet. The moonlight is like a mist made of hazy silver gauze, which sheds solemn and holy light on leaves, colonnades, handrails of rattan chairs and people's faces. The sea seems to be asleep, too, and I hear the gentle waves whispering on the shore.

2. At night, the cool breeze blows gently, blowing the leaves of sorghum with dew, the roaring poplars, the shining rivers and Lin Daojing's handsome cheeks. What a beautiful night! The glittering and translucent stars are shining with touching light in the boundless gray sky.

When night comes, the dark blue sky looks like it has been washed by clear water, moist, clean, soft and solemn. There is no moon, no swimming clouds, and the blue sky in Wan Li has only twinkling stars, just like countless broken jade flowers sprinkled on boundless blue satin.

The northern night at the end of May is the freshest and most beautiful moment. The sky seems to have been brushed, without a cloud, blue and crystal clear, high and far away. A full moon climbs out of the eastern ridge like a big lantern.

At night, the sky is full of shining stars, like a galaxy paved with fine quicksand lying in the blue sky. The earth has fallen asleep. Except for the gentle breeze, except for the occasional dog barking, the deserted street was silent.