The night was as quiet as ever, and when he returned to his long-lost home, he first took out the box where the Jingyuan beads were placed as quickly as he could, and then put the seventh Jingyuan beads into it, and at this time, the light emitted by the Jingyuan beads in the box was already as bright as a fifteen-watt light bulb. I quickly put away the box, then washed up and went to sleep. After so many days of hard work, I really miss my big bed.

The late autumn night was already cold, and not long after I lay down, a cold wind blew in with the swing of the window lattice, and I didn't bother to get up and close the window, and let it sway with the midnight wind. This is the kind of city that once you enter autumn, you can't hide the feeling of autumn air anymore.

Tucking the corners of the quilt, I closed my eyes and imagined that I would be able to collect all nine essence beads in a few days, and my mood suddenly became happy. Originally, this sad midnight in late autumn suddenly seemed not so lonely.

I opened my eyes and looked at the night sky above, strange and high, I had never seen such a strange and high sky in my life. It was as if he were going to leave the world, so that people would look up and see it again. But now it is very blue, shining with dozens of stars in the eyes, cold eyes. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he thought he meant something, and sprinkled the frost on the wild flowers and grass of my garden.

I don't know what the flowers are really called, what people call them. I remember that there was a very small pink flower, which was still blooming, but it was even smaller, and she dreamed in the cold night air, dreaming of the coming of spring, dreaming of the coming of autumn, dreaming of the thin poet wiping her tears on her last petals, telling her that autumn is coming, winter is coming, and then it is still spring, and butterflies are flying, and the bees are singing spring songs. She smiled, and though her color was so red from the cold, she still cowered.

Jujube trees, they simply lost their leaves. Before, there were one or two children who came to their leftover dates, but now there is not one left, even the leaves have fallen, and he knows the dream of the little pink flower, and there will be spring after autumn; He also knows the dream of falling leaves, spring or autumn. He had almost lost all his leaves, and only the dried seeds remained, but he had lost the arc of the tree when it was full of fruits and leaves, and it was not very comfortable. However, a few of them were still low, protecting the wounds he had received from the tips of the jujube rods, and the straightest and longest branches had silently pierced the strange and high sky, making the sky glitter; pierced the moon in the sky, and made the moon turn white.

The sky became more and more blue and uneasy, as if he wanted to leave the world, avoid the jujube tree, and leave only the moon. However, the moon also secretly hid to the east. And the god, who has nothing, still silently pierces the strange and high sky, bent on controlling his death, regardless of his many bewitching eyes in all kinds.

Wow, the night bird flew by.

Suddenly I heard the laughter of the middle of the night, eating and eating, as if unwilling to alarm the sleepers, but the air around me should laugh in harmony. In the middle of the night, when there was no one else, I immediately heard the sound in my mouth, and I was immediately expelled by the laughter and went back to my room. The strap of the lamp was immediately raised by me.

The glass of the rear window rattled up and down, and there were many small flying insects crashing around. Not long after, a few came in, Xu through a hole in the window paper. As soon as they entered, they rattled on the glass lampshade. One crashed into it from above, and he came across a fire, and I thought it was real. Two or three rested on the paper cover of the lamp and gasped for breath. The hood was a new one from last night, snow-white paper, folded with wavy folds, and a scarlet gardenia was drawn in one corner.

When the scarlet gardenia blooms, the jujube tree dreams of small pink flowers again, and the green bends into an arc ....... I heard laughter in the middle of the night again; I quickly cut off my thoughts, and looked at the little green worm that was old on the white paper cover, with a large head and a small tail, like a sunflower seed, only the size of half a wheat, and the color of the whole body was lovely and lovely.

I yawned, roucuo a glance, and silently saluted these verdant and delicate heroes in the dim streetlights outside.

Seeing the autumn moon falling, I was about to burrow into the clouds. I thought that during the day, I still wanted to go to Liangxisai, so I put on the quilt and fell asleep.

As soon as the morning dawned, the sound of cars coming and going, the sound of birds frolicking and chasing each other, and the sound of people greeting each other in the morning exercise, all squeezed into the room through the cracks in the windows, disturbing my sweet dreams. Fortunately, the community I live in is relatively upscale, and most of the activities so early are some retired seniors, so the more noisy sound has not affected me, and I looked at the bedside time, at this time the whole city is in a moment of silence before the hustle and bustle. If in the countryside the morning is always quiet, you will not hear them except a few barks of dogs and the crowing of roosters.

I couldn't sleep anyway, so I simply got dressed and quietly opened the bedroom window. In an instant, a thorough breeze blew in my face, and I suddenly shivered, and the half of my arm was covered with goosebumps. I slipped on a long-sleeved shirt and gently closed the door to the outside.

At this time, Dongfang had only just revealed the whiteness of the fish's belly, and there were a few stars scattered in the sky, as if he had not woken up, and his eyes were half-open. Perhaps because of the rain a few days ago, the washed sky was blue and blue, like a freshly wiped windowpane, clean without a trace of dust; It is like a calm lake, and you can see the fish at the bottom of the lake at a glance; It's more like a roll of blue brocade spread out, without the slightest bit of unusual color.

The swarthy distant mountains wrapped the whole city tightly, and the tall buildings stood quietly, and the soft mist wrapped around them, like a white hata on the shoulder, and gently slid down to the waist of the mountain, half revealing sincerity, half hidden in the haze. On the branches of the trees, a flock of chirping sparrows had already gathered, and they did not know what to talk about, ignoring the fact that people walked past them.

In the meadow, the dew clung to the pale yellow leaves, and several dogs chased each other, intentionally or unintentionally, splashing the cool dew on their furs.

It didn't take long for the sun to burst out of the horizon. From red to golden yellow, it casts several rays of light on the sky, distant mountains, tall buildings, trees, grass, lakes, roads, and every inch of the city's skin. The mist that was still faintly decorating everything just now seemed to be evaporated by the early sun, and it suddenly became clear in front of me. At this time, it was shrouded in the sun, as if it had gilded everything with gold, and it looked so magnificent. The golden persimmons hang on the top of the branches, the dew drops are busy reflecting the sun's rays, the wind is freely weaving in the light and shadow, the doves are flying freely in the sky, and even the cars on the highway seem to be dancing.

This book is derived from the king of books