Night view of the small town is beautiful. Light is the protagonist of the night. On the streets, streetlight emitting dazzling light, covering the stage of the small town with a blanket of gold, neon light by the roadside are like ribbons, adding style to the stage.
Lights of the high-rise buidlings are like a bright pearl against the night.
Through the thin clouds, moonlight sprinkles on the road, replacing thousands of house lights. Fluorescent lamps within shops, and the neon lights on top, will slowly be exterminated.
The cars stop, people are sparse, everone has returned home. The whole town is covered with thin coating of most, adding a different kind of mystery. Everything quiets down, falling into peaceful quiet.
Moon is wandering on the edge of the swarthy forest, the silver river trembles slightly, trees in the avaenue are like statues of phantom, casting long elusive shadows. The sound of fountain pierces through the vast quiet of night.
Village, woods, ditch, potholes all of a sudden fall into profundity of the mysterious silence.