the world i enveloped in moonlight. a poetic feeling arie and oftne pervade the atmophere. at thi time, a breeze of ten accompanie the ilvery light of the moon and give the world a peculiar appearance and the people a peculiar feeling. the air i uffued with a weet cent, driving away the ugline and qual or of the daytime, oothing the ditreed and wretched oul. if
you ing a ong, your voice will reach the cloud. if you read a poem, it will echo in the mountain and valley far away. if you hum a lullaby, it rhythm will end the whole leeple city to dream.