It seems that I haven't written much about the night at home, and I can't write it well, so I'm just going to wander around and write about the stars in the night sky.

The late autumn night is really cold, draped in a blanket, sitting on the bed, looking through the window, looking at the starlight outside the window.

Looking at it but feeling bored, I wanted to get up and push open the window, and looked carefully, but I felt that there was no need for that, it was a distant thing, even if I pushed the window open, it was only a little closer, and I was lazy, so I sat on the bed and didn't move.

I stayed up all night, thinking that I drank too much soup and water at night, and I wanted to relieve myself, so I simply took this opportunity to look at the cold moon and cold stars above my head.

Wearing a coat and dragging sandals, he went downstairs, opened the door, trotted all the way, and after liberation, he squatted beside the big tree in front of the door, tilted his head, and looked at the sparse stars, which were the stars at home, much brighter than the stars at night at school.

The moon stopped overhead, it was a full moon, a dark cloud drifted by, the sky darkened, the dark cloud drifted away, the earth was covered in silver again, and I was already frozen to the skin slightly cold.

The night at home is black, black and pure, like another world.

I was sleepy, and I felt a little cold, so I lifted my legs, went back to the room, wrapped myself in a blanket, turned my head to look at the window, and it was still the same night, and the starlight was still like this.

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