Summer night watching the sky and saw the moon climb the trees, the moon from the Earth's curved, like a boat into the round.

　　The sky from blue to black, the little stars climb the highest trees, and they smiled to me, blinked, lamb also went back to the laps. Presented by the green wall of trees in black, the Grand Canal echoing rumble of vehicles on the road, and occasionally still hear the dog barking sound.