# night like water

By [lungan](https://paragraph.com/@lungan) · 2022-07-19

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It was night, silent, and everything was silent. The wind blows lightly, with a hint of coolness. The heat of summer disappears without a trace at night. Looking up at the sky, there are a few stars on the horizon, dotted with the night. Under my feet, the small road I walk every day is still lonely today, and the silence is beautiful. I like nights like this, when the moonlight flows like water. When the hustle and bustle hides into silence, the agile breeze draws the tired heart to linger on the bank of the willows, flying like the wind.

Walking slowly, walking in the calm night. There is water-like clarity everywhere, not gorgeous, not gorgeous, but it makes people feel aloof, blurred and charming. There is still a faint floral fragrance in the wind, which is the trace left by the season. In the moonlight, the shadows of the trees whirling, the warm wind shakes the flowers and trees, and the tacit fragrance is swaying. It is elegant and hazy, and the style is infinite in the moonlit night.

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The night is clear, the wind is clear and the moon is bright, and the beauty is like ink. "The cloud breaks the moon and the flowers play in the shadows, the wind is uncertain, the people are quiet at the beginning, and the bright moon should be full of red." I whispered the verse that I didn't know from there, and quietly felt the elegance that bloomed quietly under the moon. Staring, watching the stars all over the sky shattered into mottles, falling into the small lotus pond in the distance, reflecting the little water light, pure and leisurely. The fine moonlight, sprinkled with silver and white, reflected in the flowers, turned into crystal dew, mottled and beautiful. I am intoxicated, indulged in the ethereal elegance, light, light, like the quietness of misty rain, ethereal and distant. The night is deep, and the serenity of the road is more intense. I looked towards the bright moon with nostalgia, where a cloud drifted past like a veil, quietly concealing the shyness of the moon. A touch of sweetness, a gentle stretch, the wind is soft and the moon is full, and the night is fading. Let the moonlight fall on the ground. In the moonlight, the memory seems to become transparent as well, stretching the freedom in the breeze, filled with warmth.

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The gentle moonlight, covering the coldness of the night, the cool wind, blowing recklessly through the window of memory, the beauty in dreams, and the sadness of waiting are all immersed in the silence of the night. A sigh came from far away in the wind, it was the bright moon, and the story hidden in the heart fluttered into a fragrance in the wind, finely broken and faint. Borrow a wisp of the wind's feelings, drink a clear and ethereal cup, and enjoy a calm mood with a song of people leaning on the solitary building. That moon, as if coming from the ancient fragrance of ink, was as tranquil as water, accompanied by a wisp of wind, and quietly closed the corners of the flying clothes. With the rhythm of the moon, you can integrate your heart into the tranquility, and feel the kind of pleasant, gentle, exile of the mind of dyeing incense. Quietly, let your mind get lost in the cool and dreamy moonlit night. The flower language of the season seems to be heard in the distance, and the heart also begins to listen...

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