A golden autumn moon reflects the light blue window of the study, soft as the fantasy song of the fairy world, diffused in the gentle night breeze. The wind blew quietly, vaguely brought a little fragrance of osmanthus flowers, such a time, I certainly will not dislike the noise of insects, the golden bells, caddisflies call chirping also suddenly far and near, such as Schubert's serenade, soft, long and poignant, but also some interesting it! In the autumn moon insects, open the pages o...
