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One brand-new night, the sky
Was veiled in black without
The moon or stars inset,
And the road reflecting the dim light,
Leaving trees shining in green and bright.
This was a classical painting of night
Composing of dynamic characters
And the static pure scene.
Riding around the holy palace;
Listening to lovely schoolmates’ talks;
Breathing a fresh breath in depth;
Indulging myself into the scenery enjoyment;
Singing an excited song for all.
This was a cool autumn night in early September,
On the novel campus I haven’t been ever,
The memorable feeling engraved forever. |
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