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The lights that were lit up from a distance were like the golden flowers scattered by the Heavenly Maiden, or like the stars shining brightly in the sky.The dark night intoxicated the lights, and the light waves broke through each window; Finally, only the street lights at the village head were left, shining brightly and mocking the night without capacity for alcohol.The dim yellow street lamp was lazily teased by a few tireless flying insects, and the cold yellow light reflected the shadows of people, large or small.The streetlights above, like the soft catkins of a young girl, gently caressed the grass, leaves, trees, the faint moon, sparse stars, and the orange light under the peaceful night, scattering into the pond in the garden.

The wind blew and rippled slightly, forming flakes of gold scales.The light hung down through the mottled gaps of the tree, and the delicate grass under the tree lay quietly in the soft light, like a sleeping baby, safe and peaceful.With the bright illumination of the streetlights and the gentleness of the light source, I lightly savored the leisurely and exquisite sunset streetlights in the ink, standing under the streetlights to gaze at the beautiful and gentle light and shadow. The softness of the light and the beauty of the shadow all cast a gentle glow in the still space of the night.On both sides of the road, the rich colors of streetlights adorn the entire earth, dyeing the world into a bright red and colorful light and shadow, dazzling and dazzling in strands.