Fireflies danced through the sky, creating a magnificent spectacle.
It was as if the Milky Way had been reversed in the night sky, spilling and flowing down to earth, layer by layer dyeing the lush forest.
"It feels like we've stepped into a fairy tale world," the voice of the class president came from beside me, "The foreign picture books I read as a child had scenes just like this."
"...Yes. If you always live in the city, it's hard to see this kind of scene."
Xu Xiangyang stared at the scenery in front of him, responding as if talking to himself.
The glow of the fireflies not only illuminated the surroundings, it also made the moonlight soft, the grass and trees fragrant. The usually intimidating thick darkness of the night was enveloped in a faint, hazy halo, making every sight before the eyes tender.
