C161 The Night Was Clear.

A single crescent moon hung in the deep blue sky. It was clear and translucent in its deep arc, and it gave birth to a faint smoky smoke. From afar, there were a few bright stars flashing.

The distant mountains were as black as ink, as they dyed the sky with a streak of green.

It seemed to practice near the water as it weaved a silver muslin.

The wide and narrow alley was paved with bluestone