As night falls, the moon like a bronze mirror climbs up to the treetops, looking at the colorful lanterns in the world, including lanterns hanging on the trees, water lanterns swaying in the river, pairs of affectionate couples hanging around, where the lanterns are decorated, and tourists are laughing.
In the past many years, Xue Furong stayed silently in the lotus, listening to the sound of silk and bamboo, and the faint sound. But this year, things were finally different. He and the man beside him slowly walked in a gentle brilliance.
Conception: