At night, the people in the town gathered in the square, and the children were not alone. They came here in groups and enjoyed themselves under the charming lights. The streets that are far from the street are also contaminated with fresh rain. The vehicles parked on both sides have become just the right materials, drawing a beautiful picture in the water. The street where the lights are flashing, the water in the ground, the pedestrians walking in a hurry, carrying colorful umbrellas, walking through the humid air. Unconsciously, it was late at night, and the atmosphere was still blurred in the air. In the morning, the mist in the mountains gradually rises and rises. The mist that wanders in the wind shrouds the mountains, the countryside and the village. The scenery extends with the clouds and gradually disappears into the distance, just like the pictures in poetry. The drought gate that rises from the ground is like a natural barrier. It stands beside a beautiful village. It is magnificent and beautiful.