C118 Serenity

The night was bright and still.

The moon rose, and the night grew pale and dark.

The light yellow moon was soft, and when it fell into the water, it seemed to flow with the water. The wrinkles on the surface of the water were like a rippling fabric.

The dark night, like endless thick ink smeared on the sky, did not even have the faint light of the stars.

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