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…

A person’s life

(1) in the afternoon at the end of March, although the dark clouds are dense, you can still feel the boiling air. One person, a cup of coffee, a cigarette, a coffee shop. The surrounding was full of strange faces, and the noise came and went one after another. The dining population could be heard talking freely. On one table, some people kept complaining about the helplessness of work; On the other table, some people talked loudly about current affairs; Some people passed by and exchanged greetings; while some people eat alone in a hurry, silent. However, all the noise devices have nothing to do with me. They seem to be near and far away indeed. I sat in a corner by myself, smoking a cigarette silently, reading prose and poetry, or waving my thumb with my hands to record the details of my life. I visit this coffee shop almost every day from Monday to Friday. I like this place not because the coffee here is very fragrant; I like it very much, and it is not because of the beautiful scenery here. But here, just where no one knows me. I have got used to this way, pulling myself away from the real world. (Ii) since the reorganization of the company, Guoqiang has changed from a colleague to my superior. Before lunch every day, when he passed my unit, he would casually ask, “Do you have dinner? “I will also answer smoothly:” Go ahead. “So he walked away. As soon as he left, I would follow his forefoot and come to this coffee shop to enjoy half a day’s leisure. We have become accustomed to such a question and answer. My reply is always in his expectation. Don’t ask me why I torture myself like this. I prefer to walk into my own world, rather than go along with others and put on a mask for those who support the play. Perhaps, I seem to be unsociable, but the life of vanity and resentment is also a kind of torture for me. I don’t want to see my stiff smile exposed by others, nor do I want my wooden expression to hurt anyone’s dignity. Therefore, the tiny me chose to stay silent behind the world and walk alone. Even though I was lonely, it was also a way of life. (3) when the aunt holding tea sees me, she will always smile and call me from a distance: “Coffee? Want bread? “I always smiled at her and said,” I won’t eat today. “She asked habitually,” Why don’t you eat? Do you want to be a fairy? “Occasionally I would joke,” losing weight. “In this way of living alone, I am not at ease. I don’t need to take care of others or talk with others about anything I don’t want to talk about. For lunch, maybe it was just a cup of coffee, three cigarettes, several articles and hundreds of words to spend with me. Lunch time slipped away in all the noise that had nothing to do with me. (4) in the early morning, when the night was gradually fading away, I had walked on the sparsely populated street, stepping on my shadow and listening to my footsteps disturbing the silence around. Morning Breeze, soft and delicate, whispered in my ear, everywhere. Sleepless night owl, a pair of shining star eyes, hid in the grass, waiting for the appearance of prey. Stepping on the loneliness left at night, I came to the nearby coffee shop alone and felt the freedom of a person again. I always stay alone and knock the silent keyboard to let a string of heart words appear on the screen of the tablet computer, releasing the emotion in my heart. At that moment, there was always the feeling of getting out of the cage. Everyone has his own way of vent. And I chose text. (5) falling in love with loneliness may not be my wish. However, I have become accustomed to my own life. Since you left, I have learned silence and how to find a pure land in a boring life. Silence may be the best tool to protect yourself; Silence may keep yourself away from others. I would rather live alone and rebuild the dilapidated house in my heart than the fragile heart to be hurt again. Therefore, we had to walk hand in hand with pure words. I like reading sad articles, as if reading my heart. Integrate yourself into the world of writers, look at those lifeless square words, tell the joys and sorrows of the world, and the loneliness in the bottom of my heart quietly receded. Those sorrows, sorrows, emotions and loves have shaped the sad and beautiful stories in the world. Perhaps, I also want to relieve my loneliness in words. But you don’t have to worry about it. I live a good life alone. I still live a bright life and enjoy the warmth of the world. Occasionally, messages of Red Plum’s concern came from the mobile phone, or warm greetings from waves, the occasional care of Gu Yue, and the youth of rain songs. I always feel that I am not living alone. (Vi) on a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, I once embraced the midnight quietly alone, letting the Moonlight pour out and watching the new moon hanging on the branch. In this way, kiss the breeze, touch the drizzle, let the dry tears leave traces of time on his face. I am no longer lonely in my own life. In the quiet and beautiful night, I can think of you gently, then take out your name from my pocket and blow it away in the wind. Let it pervade the whole space, let it run towards the stars and moon, listen quietly it is located on the silent petals, clinging to the silent green leaves, quietly waiting for you and blessing you. In the deep night, I will talk about sadness with the ancient moon in detail; When I am sad, I will talk to plum blossom; When I am agitated, I will listen to the heart song of the sea rhyme waves; When I am depressed, I will listen to the rain song, looking at the Phoenix Tree, thinking of the fragrance of rain, weaving a curtain of deep dreams. Occasionally, facing the moon in the water, I let my imagination fly, roaming under the boundless starry sky with the night wind. There is always a touch flowing in my heart, like the clear stream. I am moved by the splendid friendship you and me once; By the sonorous words written by Heaven, by the frozen warmth brought by my sisters in the north; the countless tenderness gushing in my heart will turn into a period of memory, streaming down the touching between you, me and her. (7) in addition to being moved, no longer give yourself any reason to cry, no longer let tears wet my cheeks. Although no one will see my tears in one’s life, and no one will ask me if sand blows into my eyes, I would like to be under the blue sky with the floating clouds flowing through, the cool wind blowing gently, turn tears into thousands of blessings for you. I never knew that the sound of tears could appear in front of me in different ways until I met you. The first time I heard the sound of tears, it was so quiet and full of guilt. It was a silent apology, a heartfelt apology. At that time, because of your neglect, everyone didn’t have lunch for you. You apologized to me with a full face of guilt. Afterwards, when you came out of the women’s room, I saw tears shining in the corner of your eyes by accident, and I felt distressed. I heard the sound of tears again, which filled my ears with the sound of waves. On that day, the scene of you crying bitterly at the seaside always lingered in my mind. You, with tears streaming down your face, asked many reasons in a trembling voice, but what I heard was the grievance of tears. Later, I heard your tears intermittently, telling you that I was moved, grateful, helpless, and distressed until I was silent. Tears have gone away from me. (8) I increasingly dislike seeing fallen leaves, which always reminds me of the fragility and short life. Once in a while, sitting alone on a stone chair, looking at the bustling traffic in the street, you will always see a few green trees with dead leaves helplessly separated from the tall and straight trees. Are the leaves tired of the life they depend on and want to be self-reliant, or do the green trees want to get rid of the withered arms and exile them? Dead leaves symbolize the gradually aging life; Dead leaves symbolize the fate of dust; However, I know that dead leaves drift away in the wind, even if I can’t control my own destiny, there is always a place to settle down. It is trampled by people or silently under the tree, which is also a kind of destination. After several wind and rain, the dead leaves will be reborn. Perhaps, I am still waiting for a piece of dead leaves invisibly, falling beside my feet, and then moistening it with the most sincere, sincere and Innocent Heart, watering it and pacifying it. There is no deliberate expectation, only a silent waiting, waiting for the promise of life. March passed away, and April was approaching. The rotation of time removed many pains of missing and smoothed many wounds of the past. Today, if I have a pair of hidden wings, I will let them fly me to your window to secretly spy on your life at this moment to see if you are safe and sound. I won’t make any noise or disturb your life. I just want to stare at you silently, look at your tranquil smile, look at your back. Time is up, I will fly away quietly without leaving any traces, and then continue my life alone. 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