Night _ 2
Night Tonight's heart is not quite quiet, which does not match the quiet night. Some coolness, with some sleepless tiredness, stepped out of bed and came to the window sill. The cold wind passed through the window and got a knot in one's heart.. The moonlight is dim, like being encased in a layer of spun yarn, dim and sad. On the side of the road is a dim street lamp, quietly guarding this community, the wind and rain will not take away its loneliness and beat its will.. As if it had become eternal. It is a unique feature of a loser to always encounter some difficulties in order to see his situation clearly.. I am that kind of person, relying on the night to find myself. Dressed up and determined to go out for a walk. Quiet corridor, dimly visible, unspeakable eerie. As if something was waiting for me. Dadada's footsteps scared him. Around the quiet building, occasional cries of babies were brought to the door and shut themselves out. Without the protection of the house, it became a little cold. Sasha swaying trees, hazy moonlight can't see. The garden of the community is quiet. When I approached it, I suddenly found that there seemed to be a figure under the pavilion.. Dare not approach, if rushed to find out, if individual, it will become a bit disrespectful. I can only look out of the corner of my eye as I walk by, like a wandering man. He has fallen asleep, and my heart of sympathy arises spontaneously. Somehow, I can have a place to stay. Although my family is surrounded, I can also shelter from the wind and rain.. But I am by no means his savior. Although I thought if I could help him, I didn't stop for it.. My thoughts are a bit messy. I don't know what to do. In 20 years, think about half a hundred things. The dress was wearing on the body, with inexplicable pressure, as if I had been shackled by the invisible shackles and was tired of living. Tonight is to put on that long-lost casual dress, as if to become a little comfortable. I was the only one on the road, accompanied by a street lamp. The night seemed to be mine, the world seemed to be mine, and I also became more than usual, as if I had become another person and a poet.. Along the village is a winding and quiet cement road, and at night is a rare quiet during the day, and I have enjoyed this ease.. The day and night are different, just like the years, and the young people's restless blood turns into old peace and tranquility.. The city, now like an empty city, is near and far away, high and low are cold buildings, and what is invisible is warm enthusiasm. In the middle of the night, I listened to the sound of the night and couldn't see the whole city. In the early morning, I listened to the sound of heartbreak and the dim lights shining on the streets before dawn. I saw the lonely shadows of the past and the broken scars.. Out of the village, it was a street with high lights, a taxi parked on the side of the road, half a hundred men half asleep and half asleep on the steering wheel, some gray hair, betrayed his age, and ears seemed to be penetrating the night passers - by. I saw a drunken man shouting loudly with a gorgeous woman beside him. The man in the taxi was broken the dream that will come. Years have taken away their faces and their only kindness. I will or have become like them? When our lives end with the sound of landing, what kind of pain and nostalgia is that? If life will stop, will it be possible to relive the goodness of childhood? - think like this, suddenly looked up, is already another palace, or a place of nose. Have a plenty of rough cry, and proud clap table. One by one in front of the green light tired face, eyes have penetrating fine mans..