Use traditional writing skills

At this moment, the night in the city has also rested. The noisy beetle troops crawled wearily and muttered their unhappiness. The bright crescent moon, as usual, floated quietly in the clouds. Just after taking a shower, she slipped onto the sofa, opened her blog, picked up the fragrant coffee, and her bright red lips pursed into a perfect arc. Her pink cheeks seem to be immersed in the pleasant water temperature, and suddenly, they are more radiant, fresh and lovely. Terror is ferocious on her face, wrinkles are rampant like ravines, and her lips are chapped to overflowing with blood. Her fingers were deeply immersed in the shocking information from black hair-traditional methods: side contrast, contrast,