The passing cars with dazzling headlights flying by with sometimes flashes of red color to warm the dominant color shifting in and off and speedily forming the coloured ribbon intermittently to boast the beauty of merchandise.

      The breezes graze the hedge and flip into face of passer-by to playing around freely.

      The street with few people walking on the road filling the space, quietly melting into main hue.

      The pillar lamps tirelessly exude golden light to direct or evoke the warmth or tranquilty of the night to formlessly embracing the composure of the street.

      The tree with bare branches right now show brilliantly gorgeous with the golden light covering the braches giving the illusion of great blooming or blossom to cheat you eyesight with that golden warmth. The past few withered or broken curly leaves dreamfully being the tree fruit animate the life of this winter at night.

      And it last and last to wait more people to praise them.......