The City of North-Bell

North-Bell was a sight to see during the day. The city had a charming and unique scenery.

In the morning, the pale blue sky was floating with white clouds, the breeze blew the leaves beside the road, the beautiful and colorful birds leaped back and forth on the tree, tweeting the most sweet melodies, as if telling people that a new day had begun.

The water of North Bell's lake was so blue that the color of the emerald was too light, and the color of the sapphire was too deep, making difficult to describe the picturesque landscape. The sun shone on the shimmering lake, like a layer of sparkling silver on the surface of the water.

There was no more charming than the green hill after the spring rain bathing. The whole hillside was full of green, and the mist that had not come out was like a light silk, wrapped around its waist, and the sun glinted each piece. The raindrops on the leaves had been turned into colourful pearls.

During the night the gauze-like clouds floated in the sky, which seemed to hide the ethereal fairyland of the palace pavilion. The distant sky was connected with the earth, forming a beautiful scene.

The heavenly night and the bright moon and the glimpse of the stars had attracted the most innocent imagination of a crowd of fascinated onlookers.

The black, and blue sky was like a piece of paper, and the stars were like beautiful flowers, like a sparkling lamp, lying quietly in that enchanted panorama.

The silvery white moonlight sprinkled on the ground. The night's aroma had pervaded the air, woven into a soft net, it had covered all the scenery inside. Everything that came into contact with the eyes was covered with this soft net. It was not as realistic as it was during the day. They all had vague, illusory colors, each hid its meticulousness.

The grassland was so peaceful and serene, only the sound of the flowing stream had caused their retreat to that nature.