Sleepless night

It was already two o’clock late at night, and I still had no sleepiness. Looking up, it was hard to find the stars bit by bit in the dark night, as if I was deliberately avoiding my eager eyes. It seems to make such a night feel embarrassed. Having just experienced the erosion of rain, how could there be stars all over the sky to show off the sunshine of a new day? Therefore, we had to urge the night wind hidden in the mountains to bring some vitality to the night of the small village. So this night, I heard the rustling sound of leaves, like the wind chimes swaying in the night, and the sound was crisp to my ears. It’s golden July again. The season is still the Millennium season, and the night is still the millennium night. However, few people taste this night seriously, of course, I only occasionally go to stay with the night, always with the sleeping stars and the brilliance of Sunrise, countless dusk and dawn are performing plain picture scroll in thousands of years, which will never vary from person to person. In the sleepless night, I had to comfort the past years with my own thoughts and plain words. I looked through the photos of the past in disorder, and suddenly saw a group life meeting in the class just after entering the university, A program performed by several classmates — “My future is not a dream”. I was not shocked by their acting skills, but stimulated by those words. Just like this night, we can’t see the starlight, only hear the sound of the wind blowing leaves, but still make people feel the color mottled picture in their hearts. I have been working hard to build my own future, trying hard to splash ink and add bricks to the future picture. Although I am sure to worry about my temporary failure, I even think that my future has been arranged by some god who controls the fate of a person, no matter how hard I try, it will become a dream. However, one day two years ago, I once sat beside them to watch the program that the future was not a dream. As time went by, the persistence of the past would fly away with the clouds floating across the night sky, but what remains is the confidence that I need to create in the future, not waiting. I will not give up anything easily, let alone shake my dreams and confidence at dawn. Even if there are thousands of sad sentences, I will only narrate at night, then think endlessly on this night. On the night of a thousand years, there is a heart that has never changed for a thousand years, a heart that is not old for a thousand years, and a young heart listening to and watching everything that belongs to this night. This night seems to belong to me forever, and only me, who is hard to sleep, can enjoy this night, so I will no longer be silent. For me, silence is to push myself into the abyss slowly, and then I can’t help myself. Eventually, it will be reduced to ashes with my disappearance. I have been thinking this night, thinking the same as at night. In the eyes of others, no matter what decision we make, we will be condemned as young and frivolous, and we will also be regarded as not thinking about things. However, when I think of the past at this night, I seem to understand a little more. Being young and frivolous is not our fault, but the times force us to be frivolous. In my opinion, it is reasonable as long as it does not violate conscience and moral laws and regulations. Our frivolous means that this generation of young people dare to think, and also dare to raise objections to the decayed thoughts that were regarded as sacred and inviolable in the past. But you can’t blindly deviate from this frivolous, and you should be generous in doing things. The night is still silent, only the lonely crescent moon and the unwilling and lonely season look at each other silently in this deep night. Of course, there is also a person who cannot sleep playing with words at this night, insist on building a fortress for your dream.

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