Midnight in the countryside and on the outskirts of the city, there is an indescribable tranquility.

The night breeze gently blows the wheat fields, making the rustling of the waves, the insects chirping indulgently in the cold moonlight, the frogs chirping one after another beside the babbling river in the distance, and the fresh breath of plants is gently carried by the breeze in all directions.

The farmer who has been tired for a day has already fallen asleep, snoring like thunder, and the craftsman who has been busy for a day has also turned off the lights and gone to bed, recuperating for tomorrow's hard work

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