The roadside willows waving gently, reluctantly bid farewell to the sunset; the sky, smiling quietly, waiting for the first birth of a star; the last hint of sunset fade quietly announced the arrival of the summer night.
The night was beautiful. Shop windows display of goods dazzling, brilliant. Roadside neon colors, bright and eye-catching. Cars coming and going, the steady stream, lights shining like a jewel, merged into a galaxy of dazzling.
The night was soft. After dinner, great people to lead their children out of walking, tired of sitting on the lawn of a soft rest, whispering. Dim moonlight, starlight blurred, flowers in the breeze shaking the, emitting a faint trace strands of refreshing the delicate fragrance. The wind gently, the grass Rou Rou's, all woven into a soft dream.
The night was lively. Children in the square bustle with, and some are doing the game, and some singing. There are many elderly people in the central square dancing, as well as in rhetoric, sometimes issued by waves of happy laughter.
Night like a naughty child, also like a strange old man. It is so beautiful, gentle, natural, which is so real, ever-changing. Night water, all-encompassing, I love night, love night character.