I had a cup of coffee after dinner in Langzhong tonight. My friend wants to write me about staying in a hotel, but I don’t want to. I want him to take me to a quiet place to sleep in. He said there was a good place. He stood on the street and pointed at a shining tower on the top of the mountain on the other side of the river. Then he drove his car to take me to the top of the mountain. This place is Baita Mountain. The weather was surprisingly good tonight. I walked between the white clouds with the Moon hooked. The stars were also very close to me. As soon as I reached out my hand, it seemed that I could touch the cold face of the stars. We strolled on the road beside the ancient temple under the woods, stepping on the shadow of the tree with dim moonlight. The excitement was hard to express, because I could go to bed later tonight, just on the top of this mountain, accompany the stars and the moon, let their light pass through the treetop and shine on me! I can also step on the moon and stare blankly at my shadow and the shadow of trees; I can breathe the dark fragrance of mountain flowers and spring grass in the woods; I can also sit on the stone on the top of the mountain, let the spring breeze and the moon Dew moisten my skin, talk with birds and insects in the mountain forest for half a night, and then float in the air, feather into the immortal, and dance with the tree shadow in the spring breeze. My friend went down the mountain, but I stayed to take photos. Under the Stars and the moon, walking alone in the mountain forest, only the spring breeze beside my ears, with the songs of the noctilucent in the forest, and the posture of the spring breeze dancing leaves on the ground, fast and slow, suddenly, it stood by Tingting again, as if staring at me in a daze. I found that I didn’t move. I didn’t know whether I was looking at it or it was looking at me. The songs of spring insects are also very beautiful. The spring breeze is proud, melodious and melodious. I can’t figure out whether I am listening to their songs, or did they sing for my coming; Maybe when I came, they were also very happy. I spent the night with them, and they and I were not lonely any more. Looking up at the sky, I saw on the lightning rod at the top of the silhouette of the White Tower, where the moon was hesitating and motionless, while the stars blinked at me in the faint of the moon and suddenly remembered the sign of Muslim, did their ancestors, like me, see such a scene on such a moonlit night and take the crescent moon and stars as their images? I took the above shot and continued to move forward. The whole picture of Langzhong city appeared in front of me. A bay of spring water surrounded the circular city. The city lights were like countless stars, no wonder there are so few stars in the sky tonight. They all fell into Langzhong city! Looking back slowly, I walked towards the direction of my villa, but I saw a pagoda on the top of the forest and trees, and the lights of the city reflected on it. The golden light was dazzling, and I was fascinated by the scenery in front of me, standing in the spring breeze, I held my breath and took the impression of this moment. This night was great. The Moonlight is like water, casting the shadow of my hesitation on the path of the forest. The mountain wind blows, and my arms feel a little cold. I touched the moonlight on my arm, and it did not hide or avoid, so soft. Hold the moon in your palm upward. It is as good as a chick just out of the shell. The furry one is its brilliance, and the yellow one is its warm body. Take a breath, it hid in the clouds. After a long time, it showed half of its face. It was no longer in my palm, but it smiled at me on the treetop. The light on the mountain went out completely. After midnight, the road suddenly became dim. Looking up at the sky, the moon didn’t know where to hide. There were only several long clouds floating in the sky, three or two stars, on the tip of the tree, there was dim light. I went back to the villa in the dark, turned on the computer and wrote down the above words. Open the door to smoke a cigarette, the cloud is gone, the stars are gone, only the spring breeze is still in the dark night, blowing my cigarette butt, there is no figure and ghost around, this place is totally my world. After drinking coffee tonight, I was in good spirits. Wearing slippers, I paced to my villa in the dark night, holding up my waist, but there were some winter jasmine flowers, vaguely, swaggering in the breeze. I lowered my head and got close to its petals, and smelt deeply. There was only a hint of faint fragrance, like gossips, passing through my nostrils and slowly, permeating my whole body, feeling so beautiful and so beautiful, with this fragrance of flowers tonight, I am full of my heart. I can lie high in this fairyland and have a night of fairy addiction. On April 8th, 2014, the dawn was recorded in Baitashan villa in Langzhong. Zan (prose editor: Di Mo Chengshang) the 30th year of my WeChat era

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