Touch night, for you

The night is quiet, and it is so quiet that it seems that only I exist in this vast universe; The night is black, and the black is thick, like an endless ocean. I like such quietness and enjoy such darkness. In such silence, I found that I was so real without any embellishment; In such a dark night, I sat in a warm hut, holding a glass of red wine, shaking gently, you can enjoy its enchanting dance in the Cup. Close your eyes, stretch out your slightly cool fingertips and touch this night, your heart is as beautiful as a bay of Autumn Water. You are full of the full of the shining light. You alone, without noise or disturbance, sit quietly or lie down. Yes, only in such a night can you be alone, quietly, smoking or drinking green tea. I hope you are like this, quiet, alone. There is no happy face and laughter in the joyous, nor is there any exquisite face in the workplace. You are alone, quietly, stretching out your hand slowly like me, gently touching the night. Your fingertips and mine are opposite in the night, through the thin night, I can feel your temperature. In such a deep night, I want to miss you in the way I like. It is really beautiful to meet you. If I don’t want to get to know you, is it fate or robbery? At this moment, I don’t want to think about such a painful thing. I just want to tell you that it is really beautiful to meet you. No matter looking back and looking at each other for countless times in my previous life, the fate set, or the death disaster that will never be revived in this life, I want to say, it’s very beautiful to know you, really. I hope that every night, there will be bright moonlight in your window and swaying shadows of trees dancing on your window. In your dream, there must be pure and beautiful plots, so that I can sleep more peacefully. I really want to dial your number, thank you, thank you for crossing the river of my life. How many gray nights have I spent with you. You are at the other end of the phone, and I am at this end. Although, I don’t know where you are, just tap gently, that string of numbers can lead me to find you. Weather, mood, movies, life trifles, and childhood fun. We chatted casually, disorganized, disorganized, yet warm and pleasant. You are not humorous, but very smart. You are not talkative, but you are sincere every word. I am really happy to chat with you. When nothing happens, I like to string up your scattered past events and appreciate them carefully. In this clean and pearl-like past, I saw you, a lovely little boy, carrying a long snot to recite; I saw you, a young and adorable little boy, for a beloved book, it irritates the girl you like; I see you, you are a diligent and enthusiastic young man, I see you, a happy Father, I see you, I see all your past, as a result, I became familiar with you, as if I had known you for a long time. I was your sister next door and your classmate in primary school. What about you now? Is it my friend, bosom friend or relative? I can’t give myself a definite answer, but with you, my life is very warm. I think we have created a new feeling, which is not friendship, higher than friendship, not love, lighter than love, not family affection, and better than family affection, I want to name this feeling warm. Touch the night, not for its beauty, but for your warm atmosphere under the night. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…