#Mood Essay#Walking through the quiet night of the alley, I can't hear the insects singing. The alley is close, leading directly to the garden, green bamboo walking, and there is a scenery behind the moon gate. Blue tile white walls, ancient stone slabs
author:Coming to Pinyin
#mood essay#Stroll down the alley
In the quiet night, the sound of insects singing is inaudible.
The alley is tight, leading directly to the garden,
Green bamboo walking, behind the moon gate is another scenery.
Blue tile white walls, ancient stone streets, as if soaked through the wind and rain of the years.
Walking in the alleys of rainy nights,
Greeted by the Jiangnan woman under the oil-paper umbrella, she came gracefully, and then left...