Night Lights

When I came back by bus, other buses flashed beside me, crowded and noisy. Tired buses, with long tails, carried groups of tired passengers. The night came down and they were tired. Who was tired? Tired, tired at night? Like the moonlight in the dark night, it is the most gentle favorite and the embrace to comfort the dark night. With it, the night is no longer lonely, with soul, living soul, as if there are many elves jumping and dancing in this indifferent night, and every creature is sentimentally attached to it. The night is the most ambiguous, the most flattering, the most lingering and the most blurred. Women in the dark night are the most horrible. They are terribly beautiful and too charming. With the existence of night, the colorful lights are naturally indispensable. They flickered and rested for a while, which made your eyes painful. The pain made you unable to see the image of the night, the journey to your home and the person you loved in your heart. All of a sudden, I was surprised at that moment. I missed the road and missed what I cared most, but I couldn’t go back. If I went back along the way, what I got might be distressed, finally, what I had was regrets. It was meaningless to go back. Then let’s go on like this, at least there were traces left. Colorful lamp, purple is my favorite, mysterious, I can never guess its mind, but it is very intoxicated in the infatuated curiosity, just like the feeling you bring to me, every time is exciting and novel, which is a kind of satisfaction. The purple in the dark night is more magical. Whether it is the purple in the black or the black in the purple, I always chase from beginning to end, immersed in the belief of chasing. I never say more. Most of the time I keep silent. I am very sober and can think a lot. I don’t say anything, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want. When I was a child, I always felt that the lamp lit up my home. I was always happy when I came home. There was always a lamp on me and one or two figures. Now I haven’t seen that light for a long time. There are so many lights outside the bus, which one is for me? The night no longer has you, what I need is the lamp. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Mood beating

The mood is the little rabbit on the grassland, always jumping around happily; The mood is the little fish in the lotus pond, swimming around slowly; The mood is the waves on the shore, beating the reef repeatedly. The mood is always beating, sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes firm, sometimes hesitating, just like the ribbon in the wind, dancing all kinds of gestures in the hands of the wind. Sometimes the mood is very good, making you feel the wind passing through the green leaves, letting you experience the bees and butterflies falling in the flowers, letting you touch the flowing streams; Soft as if it is in the clouds, the clouds change their postures, let you quietly watch the rolling and relaxing clouds, stretch for a while, gather for a while, drift for a while, gather for a while; This is the mood, is your happy state, it is a kind of happiness for farmers to see the Golden and ripe wheat fields. The clusters and waves of wheat waves are the happiness of harvest in the Old Farmer’s heart; This is also the quietness of painters in sketching, sitting quietly in the forest, I gently closed my eyes before writing, listening to the whisper of the wind, the song of birds, the melody of falling leaves, and the sound of drinking water, A soft and mellow drunken heart flows to the bottom of the heart. Sometimes you are in a mess, which makes you feel at a loss. It seems that many things are out of date when you pick them up and put them down. The mess is as if the wind drives the waves to beat the cliff on the shore relentlessly, with all your strength, I just want to tear the rock into pieces; This mood is the wild horse that reins the grassland, struggling to step on the grass under the feet, without mercy and friendship at all, however, no matter how hard the horse was, it could not reduce the wild nature of the horse. His nature was manic and endless. Sometimes he stepped on the ground and screamed towards the heaven, which was really like complaining about the unfairness of the heaven; this mood was also the fish in the water in the hot weather. Sometimes he popped out of his head and jumped into sleep, beating his body in the water. At the moment he jumped out of sleep, he swallowed the Air deeply, but when I returned to the water, I still couldn’t breathe, and jumped up again, so repeatedly until I was weak. This mood was like a hurricane, a tsunami, a mad dog and a frightened beast. He would never give up until he was powerless. Sometimes the mood is very happy, no matter who you see, it is full of happiness, as if you are the happiest and most satisfied one in the world; This mood is a state of immortals, Maitreya Buddha is more appropriate, the big belly can bear the difficult things in the world, and the funny person in the world is just the pleasure to accommodate the world; This mood is the feeling of being newly married, with a sweet smile welcoming the other half of life, since then, we have been together forever, never giving up, and set up a happy and full family; This is the joy of winning a treasure. A newborn baby was born in this world full of flowers, and your life has been filled with a lively little guy ever since. This was a different kind of joy. The stock rose sharply, the promotion was announced, the task was completed, the parents were healthy, and the endless joy was the most beautiful and purest spray in life. Mood, this little rabbit jumped and jumped. After eating the grass here, he jumped over there to eat the grass there. He was always restless. When the little rabbit finds a piece of grass in his heart, he will be ecstatic. After chewing for a long time, he will feel unappealing and jump around ceaselessly. In his mood, this little fish swam from one end of the water to the other end of the water, whether the algae touched her Huarun body or not, she would also feel a little comfortable and swing her tail happily; Mood, the waves should be fixed on the cliff and not relaxed, and mania was only for venting anger. This is the mood. If you can be happy, you will be confused and know how to be comfortable; This is the mood, always beating. Like (prose editor: yuiran) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. 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