Standing on the window at night, just a sunny day, the moon is hanging in the air, the earth is a silver, just off the air of the rain. Feels great! The last time, this familiar feeling is already seven years ago. I was going to graduate in junior high school that year. I am a good friend - a girl from the city just left here. I remember that there are a lot of moon in the winter night, just like tonight. The snow on the ground is not invincible, and there is a water in the day in the day, and it has stepped on it. I often go out when I started at the top of the night, standing on the steps outside the classroom, occasionally walking on the ice. The whole campus is quiet, and the whole world is silver. The air is cold and cold. That feeling makes me particularly obsessive. Only two things in that winter, only two things, the girl leaving the figure and so much cold night. In the next seven years, I didn't feel so beautiful night.
