Night

Night is the hotbed of tears, the soberness of the thinker and the memory of others. Bury all the sadness and pain, let the tired heart wander in this peaceful harbor and do a short wandering. I like to enjoy the silence of this night, feel the loneliness of this night, and listen to the sigh of this night. Day is my night, night is my day, my soberness. On the other side of the night, another kind of thought emerges. A kind of eyes that won’t be tired for thousands of years cast on the soft place in my heart through the thousands of mountains and rivers that night, pouring out the promise of holding hands and growing old with you every night. Tonight, there is no moon, no stars, no you around. The only thing left in the lonely sky is emptiness, which attracts the loneliness of leaving people. The dull chest seemed to stop the heartbeat, and the naked pain woke up the beauty of the dream again and again. Toss and turn, don’t sleep. This night, black innocence. Just like your pure eyes, shining like diamonds, lighting up the beauty of the world, time seems to be a static hourglass, fixed at that moment. The curved eyelashes are as light as butterfly wings. Everyone wants to grasp these beautiful wings. Close your eyes and feel your breath again, so sweet and warm. The night spreads a piece of soft, silky flowing through your lips, bringing the warm fragrance between your hair. That day, you insisted on a long journey. That night, you forgot your way back. The night is too deep, I know your melancholy, Autumn Heart crossed the river, eventually ran aground. That night, it was the back of your departure, which I kept treasuring. Do you still remember those days and nights. In that year, you were still a little kid, who was running around wearing canvas shoes. I don’t like to open umbrellas in rainy days, and I am afraid of injections when I am ill. I can’t find the pure white daisy in the field. Where are you like that? You said red was the true color of life, burning so hot and bright. In the signs of time, you transformed into a enchanting opium poppy, lighting the whole night quiet like a flame. When you are Daisy, I drink your nectar; When you are poppy, I drink your venom, I am your loyal followers, and bring all my love. The more the night goes, the more hurt it is, the Samsara trampled on it, and the emptiness that cannot be buried. When the last cigarette burned all night’s heartbreak between lonely fingers, darkness was like fading sadness, gradually hiding all the edges and corners. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…