Narrative Essay: Creative Writing: A Tranquil Night

A tranquil night

Quiet night, alone wander in the street, street lamps, sending out the light of orange.Look at the sky.Hei meng is unconscious, we could see nothing.Street lamp shining.Clearly see, snowflake swirl of float down from the sky, ah, like cotton, the vast it fluttered around me, like dandelion flying, more like love in flower, but it and the flowers are all white.Look, the whole world is wrapped in a piece of white color, everything is so clean, quietly, All seem to listen to the voice of the snow.I can't help but to look carefully, a hand cold snowflakes in hot hand heart, bit by bit soon melted.

Falling snow, swirl, the pieces of snowflakes dancing in the air of various postures, or fly, or hovering, or straight rapid fall,

I like snow day, like a person in the snow, a quiet, especially such a quiet night, in the face of the sky, the earth, and my around, is a piece of white, now seems to be my own inner world, also the same as the surrounding environment, pure and clean and empty.That night, I have no sleep, in the vast snowy day, don't know why suddenly reminds me so much, in the snow world, my mind seems to be settling, my heart is purified, unhappiness disappear without a trace.In the boundless in the snow, I also became a snowman, hugging the beautiful angel, enjoy the beauty of the