When the sunset sinks...... When the silver-gray twilight dew envelops the mountains, people will see countless red fires, which are the mountain people boiling copper kettles to prepare dinner. The mountains are so peaceful and peaceful at night, only the sound of the flowing stream makes you think back to this nature.

Darkness fell, the cold moon was in the sky, the forest was like a spell, dancing wildly, and the sound of the rubbing of leaves and leaves resounded for ten miles. The crows of the forest also sang the Death Concerto. The owl began to hunt, and he scurried through the treetops in search of prey, and his eyes were as bright as stars in the sky, and they were so red that you did not dare to look at them. I quickened my pace, trying to get through the forest as soon as possible. The night is still as dark as that. The moon is still so beautiful. The forest, still as crazy as that.

A team of horses, in this cold night, rushed forward, dressed in black, and the night became their best protective color.

The sky is high and the dew is thick, and a wisp of stars hangs quietly in the southwest sky. The cold moonlight sprinkled on the earth, it was so gloomy, but the stars of the Milky Way became more and more brilliant. In the dense and boundless fields of sorghum, corn, and millet, the chirping of autumn insects is echoed one after another, and the grasshoppers also occasionally add a few accompaniments, blowing the ground like intermittently blowing cold eggplants. Willow trees hang silently on the roadside, shade the winding path of weedy bushes.

The cold wind was long, but the moon had half of the clouds obscured, and she hid in the cracks of the trees, like a country girl, shy to answer.

Once upon a time, people said: "After a long time, I came out, still holding the pipa and half covering my face."

It's a little bit! The clouds are getting thicker and thicker, let him do it, he is too lazy to care.

But I thought, if it's an autumn night, it would be nice to blow a little west wind.

Although it is not a real pine tree, the sound of the rushing "waves" should also be heard. The sky was dotted with sparkling stars, like the Milky Way paved with fine quicksand, reclining on the cyan sky. The earth has fallen asleep. Except for the gentle and gusty blowing, except for the occasional barking of a dog or two, the cold mountain road is silent.

The cool breeze blew through the dewdropping sorghum leaves, the rattling poplar trees, the shining river, and the ...... of the hot Lin Daojing's handsome cheeks.

The glittering stars shimmered movingly in the endless gray sky, and the gnats, crickets, and frogs that did not sleep sang lyrical songs softly in the grass, by the pond, and in the gaps of the trees. The vast fields in a quiet slumber, the green crops, the babbling river, the crooked dirt roads stretching in the night, the fragrant smell of wild flowers and leaves, the rich and fresh and intoxicating air, and the life of this legendary revolutionary struggle, all seem extremely charming and beautiful in this unusual night.

At this time, there was no sound, only the silent darkness of the warm night surrounded them. The anti-tongue bird, which nests in the roses and honeysuckle flowers, accidentally wakes up from a small dream and sings a shy and beautiful tune. Then, as if after some careful consideration, there was complete silence again.

The sky was sparsely dotted with jewel-like stars, the horizon was constantly flashing with ghostly fire, and the air was filled with the scent of earth, fog and dew, and the fresh smell of rice. The dream-like tranquility peculiar to the night made all living things seem to want the Russians to sleep, and although there was the slightest cry of grass insects such as golden bells, the sound was so weak and distant, it was also like talking in a dream!

The inky blue sky is like being washed by clear and clear water, the water is smart, clean, soft, and solemn; There is no moon, no clouds, a blue sky, only twinkling stars, like countless small flowers of broken jade on the boundless blue satin.

The wind is cool, gently fluttering; Dew, quietly condensed. In the place where Chi Xinli was dumped by Chang Jie, the lush and broad peach-heart-shaped leaves of the small poplar tree were all hung with dew drops at this time. The dew grew bigger, and rounder, and fell to the ground, one drop, and rolled down, and another drop, flutter, flutter, flutter!

The night grew thicker and thicker, and the villages, the woods, the potholes, and the ditches, all seemed to have fallen into a mysterious silence at once.

At a glance, the sparse forest, the faint moon, and the blue sky are quite like the scenery of the barren river; Over there, it's lush, gloomy, and it seems to hide infinite darkness.

The distant mountains, the nearby trees, the jungles, and the mounds were all hazy, as if they were covered with veils. The night is not the same black, and the mountains and forests have different colors; There are inky black, dark black, light black, light black, and black gray like silver, much like Chinese danqing paintings. All of this is not static, it is as if it is mysteriously floating, swimming with the pedestrian and moving towards the pedestrian. (Haoran)

The bright orange glass roof under the trees can be seen, and a mist rises from the gorge. A secluded lilac bush, the flowers have not yet bloomed, immersed in the moonlight. All the flowers, wet with dew, can be neatly divided among each other. Light and shadow mingle like that on the O Path, as if they were not made up of trees and roads, but rather transparent houses dangling around.

At this moment, it was too quiet, and the moonlight flashed a solemn and holy light on the leaves, on the pillars, on the armrests of the rattan chairs, and on the faces of the people, like a mist woven by a hazy silver veil. The sea seems to be asleep, too, and people seem to hear the whisper of soft waves crashing on the sand.

The mountain road is dark, and the moon is in the sky, but I don't know where to hide, because this fairy Chang'e sometimes sneaks to the other side of the earth to wander, causing the mountains here to be dark and gloomy. The southern part of China will lack the bright moon and gradually rise to the sky. A transparent gray cloud, faintly obscuring the moonlight, on the field, as if a light smoke was caged, strands of detachment, like falling into a dream. After the evening clouds drifted by, the smoke and fog dissipated on the fields, and the clear light like water washed away the soft autumn night.

The clouds moved slowly, and the full moon, which had been engulfed for a long time, jumped out at once, like a golden disc that had just come out of the furnace, brilliant and dazzling, and illuminated the whole earth, and the frogs on the lotus leaves, the grasshoppers in the grass, and the birds on the branches of the trees, all awoke by the sudden light, cheering, jumping, and singing loudly.

The second half of the night after autumn. The moon went down, but the sun had not yet risen, and only a dark blue sky remained; Sleep on everything except for the night tour.

Moonlight is faintly visible in the clouds, decorating the night sky and the earth. The night sky is like an endless transparent sea, quiet, vast, and mysterious. The dense stars, like small sparks rippling in the sea, twinkle and shimmer, dancing with tiny points of light. Fields, villages, trees, in quiet sleep, draped in silver veil. The mountains, faintly, like clouds and islands on the sea, seem to be in order to summon the ships that sail at night, and from time to time they shine a little bit or two of red fire.

In this beautiful night, the mysterious team of horses was still galloping in the wind, the hooves of the horses were wrapped in softness, they were ghosts in the darkness, they were apostles, they had their own beliefs and persistence, they had this unknown top-secret mission.

At this moment, less than two hours before the Heavenly Flowing Fire knocked on the door of the earth, they were going to the place where the Heavenly Flowing Fire fell.

Although there are still nearly 100 miles away, they are confident that they will become a group of people who will write history tonight, give me a fulcrum, and I can pry the lifeblood of the empire!

And this dose of extraterrestrial meteorite is the best fulcrum!

(To be continued.) )