There are so many things in the school these days that I can't calm down.
Tonight, sitting under the big willow tree in the backyard to enjoy the cool, I suddenly remembered the garden I walked through every day. It should be different in this quiet and beautiful night! As night fell, the laughter of the children in the garden gradually disappeared. My mother and father were watching TV in the house. I put on my coat, told them to take a break, and then I took the door out. Along the path around the garden, beside it were clusters of fragrant flowers in full bloom. The fragrance filled every corner of the garden like air. This is a lively garden. Many children have to taste the life here before going to school in the daytime. In the evening, there are many old people here to enjoy flowers and talk about birds, which is very comfortable. However, when we arrived a little later, it was very quiet here. Occasionally, there was one or two chirps. That was also the crickets playing their lullaby. Everything was quiet, which was terrible. The moonlight is very light tonight. There were only two or three people in the garden. I put my hand in my pocket and enjoyed everything in the garden. At this time, the whole garden seemed to belong to me alone, and I also seemed to go beyond my ordinary self into another world. Tonight, standing alone in this fragrant garden, I can think of anything and nothing. At this moment, I feel I am a free man. What you must do and what you must say can be ignored. Here, the mind can soar freely, which is the beauty of this place. I'd like to take advantage of the unrestrained night in the garden. In this beautiful garden, what you can see is clusters of wild lilacs. The lilacs are very beautiful in color, like countless purple trumpets blowing their beautiful melodies into the sky. Just like the hand of a slender dancer, a small pendant tied at the waist, or a beautiful hairpin flower inserted in the hair of an ancient lady, the breeze blows, sending bursts of fragrance, as if the beautiful melody flew into my ears. At this time, the flowers and leaves also trembled slightly, and passed across the other side of the garden like lightning. The ups and downs between the flowers and leaves were like waves on the sea. There are many small yellow flowers under the flower, which can not see the whole picture of the flower, but the lilac quilt looks more beautiful. Moonlight quietly streamed on the lilacs. Under the moonlight, lilacs petals were as crystal clear as cicadas, and as graceful skirts worn by dancers. The moonlight is still light, but I think it makes my heart gradually quiet under this scene. Take a deep breath of refreshing cool wind and feel refreshed. In the moonlight, the shadow of lilacs sways with the wind, like a note beating on the music sheet, or playing a wonderful tune. There are many trees around the garden, but the most are not more than banyan trees. The ginseng is uneven and mottled. Seen from afar, it looks like a group of garden guards. At this time, the moonlight and the lights add radiance to each other. Under such a scene, the garden is surrounded by intoxicating obscurity. Occasionally, some insects slowly fly in the light. I don't think I can enjoy this kind of fun. Suddenly I remembered Dai Wangshu's Rainy Lane. In this season of lilacs in full bloom. Holding an oil paper umbrella, I wander alone in the long, long and lonely rain lane. I hope to meet a girl with sorrow and resentment like lilacs. She has lilac like color, lilac like fragrance, lilac like sadness. She complains in the rain, complains and hesitates. She wanders in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil paper umbrella like me, walking silently like me, cold, sad and melancholy. Dai Wangshu longed to meet such a beautiful woman, which was slightly sad and somewhat sad. I can only comb my thoughts and calm my heart with the fragrance of lilacs in the yard full of lilacs. Slowly, I walked home again. My parents were asleep