At the beginning of the lantern, the night was dim, and the pink moths flew out of the corner silently, and flew into the bright crystal light, silently, except for the sound of wings colliding with the lampshade

At the beginning of the lantern, the night was dim, and the pink moths flew out of the corner silently, and flew into the bright crystal light like a stream, silent, except for the sound of wings colliding with the lampshade, and then silent; In the hot summer, the chirping knows that there is no stinginess to shout, the enthusiasm and irritability of the midsummer are rendered loudly, and the figures of Qianqian on the grass are slowly and leisurely stretching outward with the guidance of the mysterious incantation in the fragrant music, slowly enjoying the comfort and beauty outside the warm room, day and night, everything is so quiet, coordinated and mysterious and full of vitality. Old people, children, teenagers, young people, prime-aged people, carrying a variety of small creatures compose one stage theater after another.