Mocking bird, whose nest is in the flowers of rosa multiflora and Lonicera japonica, occasionally wakes up from a small dream and sings.

A shy and beautiful tone. Then, as if after careful consideration, it is finished again.

The whole land was silent.

(The original author's Writing Manual, 1983)

At night, the high You Lan sky is sparsely studded with jewel-like stars, and the horizon.

From time to time, the fire flashed like a ghost's eyes, and the air was filled with dirt, fog and rice.

A new breath. The dreamlike security of summer nights makes all living things seem to want Russia.

People sleep, although there are Jin Lingzi and other grass insects, but the voice is so thin.

Weak, far away, also like talking in a dream!

(The original author's Writing Manual, 1983)

It was near dusk, and the sun slowly got into the thin clouds and became a red one.

Sphere. In the western sky, a pink that is redder and more delicate than the fat doll's face appeared.

The sun is the reddest around, so charming. Red is spreading everywhere, spreading for half.

The sky gradually faded from layer to layer until it turned gray. Floating in the sky

There is soft, transparent, clear and moist air floating.

(The original author's Writing Manual, 1983)

The setting sun seems to roll in the golden rosy clouds, and then sink behind the gloomy horizon.

The red fireball sparkled in Phnom Penh, bursting with two or three hot sparks, so the distant Woods were dark.

The light outline suddenly emerges as a continuous light blue line.

(The original author's Writing Manual, 1983)