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One night, I was shopping outside and walking on fine steps. That place is quite far. I glanced around, exhaled, and tightened the zipper. The street lamps stood on the side of the road, and their thin bodies melted into the night, but they were generously sprinkled with orange and yellow gentle and soft light. Compared with the intensity of the sunlight, the strands of light seemed more and more quiet. The little trees were lying lazily at the feet of the street lights, one by one, so that the wind would not be so cold. The street lamp looked at them lovingly and quietly, covered them with an orange quilt. In this warmth, the little trees that seem to sleep but not sleep finally fell asleep sweetly. A car drove past me, curling up my hair, and suddenly it was cold. There is a brightly lit street in the distance, and people in and out of the store are constantly passing by. The restaurant is warm Newport 100S, ordering a glass, eating something, and then indulging in the bustling window, isn't it fascinating? There is a little dark around it, not so much light from the shops. The lonely moon is empty and there are not so many stars in the city. I looked at the dark sky and could not see the so-called star-studded brilliance that often appeared in TV dramas or novels. When I saw the light, a light flickered in the sky, shaking in my eyes. That's--light. The light from the windows of other people, little by little, filled my entire atrium. This dim light is still waiting for someone to go home? Even if it is late, people on the street are still there. There is a winding alley that looks like it is not illuminated by street lights. It's dark, it's very worrying about what will come out of it. Therefore, I stopped curiously and looked at it: an old man faltering, holding a cane, and looking around; two children suddenly came out of it, frolicking, playing a game of "cat and mouse"; a high school When he was born, he slowly put on his headphones and held the information in his hand. The faint light faintly depicted his features; ---- even a cat appeared, and it was carrying a small kitten. I caught a glimpse of the lights and fled as quickly as I could. And what I imagined, a glittering fairy or a monster with open teeth and claws, never came out and walked to the community. The light in the communication room was not large, but the white light was faintly sprinkled on that door Marlboro Cigarettes. I took a deep breath and ran to the other side, as cheerful and excited as a child darted into his mother's arms Carton Of Cigarettes. That's home! It is a harbor that can hold my uneasy and fragile heart! I paced in the dark for so long, and tormented in the cold for so long, I hope I can return to that warm and bright home soon. Standing panting in front of the gate of the community, I blinked, and the wind was a bit dry. A dog lay there, stung me with vigilance, and slept peacefully. The old people were sitting on chairs, and in the evening breeze, there was a chat. The children were riding through the yard on bicycles, and there were clear bells from time to time. The community is not large, but it is enough to give us a place to stay. The night is quiet and deep. He always makes me look out of the window, and a lot of thoughts pop up in my mind, not only imagination, but also memories
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