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作文开头（Beginning of composition） Listening to the night. Beautiful, graceful, some lingering, melancholy, shrouded, lingering, lingering melancholy and lingering. Close your eyes, savor, listen, as slowly stream, along the winding trail, came, the slightest lingering, curl, again and again...... The boundless darkness, listening to such music, like resentment and anger, as if weeping and complaining, surrounded by quiet, listen carefully, the kind of taste, unrecoginized heart...... The sky of the ink, and occasionally a few stars flashing. A person, a long time to stop at the window. Dont need anything, just like this, in the quiet, listen to such a song, enjoy such a quiet...... Bid farewell to the noise of the day, get rid of the trouble of the day, the night comes, hide yourself in the black, in the quiet. The tenderness of the night, gently gliding across the cheek, and then quietly into the heart, at the moment, the heart is undefended, lonely, weak. Do not know why, every time I hear this song, there is always inexplicable sadness, always touch my heart the most soft place, that gentle penetration, gently Qiaoqiao, no trouble, it was captured, the solitude, the bones slowly spread from the diffuse, oblivion, being immersed...... The years have gone by like this, and taken away many and many. The petals of the trees fell in the water, and a little bit of passing away, the line of sight that followed became more and more blurred...... The song, playing a picture and a picture of the movement, or CLS, or plain. Life is like a play, the interpretation of the scene of another story, or exciting, or ordinary. The busy fall, back, how much feeling aftertaste...... I came from a quiet night, curled in the heart attack. On this night, this state of mind, so in my heart slowly, like water, like v. like singing, magic is also true...... In the silence, listening to the beautiful music so faint, faint feel, slowly spread...... Who will listen with me in the same night? The