Isn't it beautiful to have fireworks in summer?

I think so! Wouldn't fireworks be beautiful again if you don't eat fireworks? Well! I know, it's beautiful!

Between the trees and the mountains surrounding the house, there is a quiet and narrow road, which cannot be seen far or clearly, it is a shy girl.

In the summer, it is even hotter than this summer, and the trees on both sides of the road almost completely obscured the view, but at night, it is impossible to hide the flashing "fireflies".

At that time, during the summer vacation, I was full of energy and no sleepiness during the day and night, and my mother and father also pretended to see me after falling asleep. Wait until they fall asleep, and, until I hear their snoring, I am free.

I walked barefoot to the window on the west side of the living room, stepped on the small bench, and reached a full 1.2 meters on the windowsill, and my legs naturally hung down to the side that hung in the air, quietly, looking at the darkness that seemed to be very deep under my feet, and then, looking at the distance on the road, the flickering light.

The evening breeze was blowing, and it was cool and gentle compared to the day!

The gentle wind, with headphones, looked at the flashes on the road, appeared one moment, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, like fireflies. It felt like I was so close to it, and yet so far away. The moonlight in the dark night fades the edges of everything.

I don't count the stars in the sky, I don't count the number of planes flying through the sky, I don't count the number of birds that come home. I counted how many cars were passing on that road, counted their lights, and had a great time.

From that window, all the lights in the windows were extinguished, except for the road, where there was still a shining light from time to time.

It's even more beautiful at night, moreover, still after the turn of the dot! There is a mood that everyone is drunk and I am sober!

Now that I think about it, I still remember it vividly, between the branches, the points of light are moving, and I hear the "hustle and bustle" from afar, but what I feel up close is a warmth.

Instead of now, the street lights are flashing my eyes, and the cars are honking recklessly, night? Where did the night come from? Where does the silence come from? Where's the inspiration?

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