The moon every morning. The moon sparkled the lake, the moon sparkled with trees, the moon sparkled with bushes. The space was as quiet as a sheet, and the sound of cycling, crickling and howling wolves was heard clearly. I chill my spine slightly, tugging at his coat Wolf He waved his hand away that it was still far away. I have not been sitting behind a bicycle for a long time. Nose in a book mind in an adventure poster. Suddenly it reminded me of the days when I was a child, when my father passed a bicycle around the neighborhood. Feeling safe and. The car stopped in front of a large gate. He said, Vietnam, then turned the car and went back. The bright moon didn’t clearly see people’s faces, but enough for me to see a glimpse of people behind the gate. I called out loudly Hello.
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