I remember this time of year in the age of eight. It was a spring night, I suddenly woke up, opened his eyes and saw the room bathed in moonlight, surrounded by quiet, little voice did not. The warm air filled with pear and honeysuckle bushes issued by the fragrance.
I got out of bed, tiptoed gently out of the room, turning down the door, the mother was sitting in the steps of the porch, she looked up and saw me, smiled, and a pull, I sat next to her Under the other hand the potential of my football in his arms. Wanlaijuji of the village near the house were turned out the light, the moon is so bright. Distance, about a mile outside the plot of woods, dense mass to present before our eyes. Nazhi watchdog on the lawn came running to us, comfortably lying beneath our feet, stretch a bit body, the head under the mother’s coat lapel. We have thus to be a long time, no one say anything.
However, in a dense mass of trees Napian it actually is not so quiet - a small wild rabbits and squirrels, opossum, and chipmunk, they all jump in there, Ben, laughing; there was the fields, then the shade of the garden office , flowers and trees are quietly growing.
Those red, peach, white pear will soon be released into the atmosphere scattered, leaving behind will be the fruit is; those wild plum trees will grow rounded, like a lantern-like wild plums, wild plums again sour and sweet, because of broiling sun, the wind and rain wind and percussion of the; Here are a green melon vine, the pumpkin-like flowers blooming, the flowers were full of honey, bee waiting for the arrival of the morning, but before long, Do you see will be the one of melon, flowers, rather than these. Ah, in this immense tranquility in life - a mysterious thing, both as intangible, but also hear. Is only natural that all-powerful, gentle
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