I groped for it, but I couldn't see the door wall in the dark. I fumbled and suddenly kicked into the chair. I was shocked by the explosion. Hold your breath and listen, there was a slight snoring from my mother and daughter in the dark silence-I was relieved.
Touch the chair and sit down, then pause quietly.
Reading? There is no reading direction.
Write? number
Four in one. There is a touch on the skin, clear and mysterious. I suddenly realized the mood tonight, and the starlight on the embossed window lattice is like frost powder.
I sat down quietly and lit a Mohe cigarette.
A red dot flashed in the dark, like an alien. Or that's me. Clouds are gathering outside the window, and the indoor night is heavy; The darkness overflowed, and I don't know whether it was the invasion of dark clouds or the thick night. Is that red burning my soul? I feel that the meat under my eyes has melted by half in this dark silence.
I feel the red light still, as if I don't want to disturb the dissolution of the world. So I sat quietly and stopped thinking about books, paper and pens.
In this way, I saw the real night for the first time in my life. I looked at it with surprise and half a sigh, and the black cracked silently in the opaque field of vision. The waves are rough, and the black particles, like dissolved but undissolved dyes, are carried away by the dark forces at night. Good dissolution and dispersion, regular tide. I saw a silent impatience in this dead silence, like a silent gladiator.
My hand twitched, and the hard edge I touched was the book I read last night, the story of Gao Jianli.
In the distance, outside the window, a whistle tore the night like a black cloth, screaming and hiding in the window and sinking into the night. In Gao Jianli's blindness, I don't know how eternal darkness is better than this; And why does the siren scream like a murder for help and sound like Gao Jianli?
The darkness in my vision came in slowly, and this space was closed in my gaze-what if the princes didn't understand music at all-the Kuroshio was full and the train of thought was broken.
I can't tell the difference in the shadow. There are no antique buildings in the rich and changeable black.
That building is the murder weapon. ...
I am determined to daydream at will. There should be such a night: a night of thinking alone in the dark, such as the ink finally dyed through and dizzy Liuhe's paper. I feel my eyes are clear and my body is resting. I waited quietly and obediently, letting the dark night soak my body inch by inch.
As a calligrapher, I only trust Lu Xun.
But I didn't see him or his pen in this night array. Gradually away from the destruction of the building, Mr. Wang lost his pen, and the night swallowed all the sharp weapons. Yes, I opened my eyes for a long time, but I didn't see the pen in all kinds of black. Only ink, I can't read it. During the Spring and Autumn Period, governors obviously appreciated music, while during the Republic of China, bureaucrats could not understand Lu Xun's ink book. Ancient scholars played elegant music, stabbed it and chose beautiful martial arts; A man's son near here is writing a book with blood, which is a heroic way of writing-but his husband is weak after all.
Because of the flood of dark clouds, the road is narrow after all.
There is still a little surprise in my heart, still sitting silently in the dark and closed room. Dark and warm, gentle and gentle, black as ink washed the heart and lungs, gradually flooded, quietly lost my dam.
I like reading two books recently, one is Historical Records, the Biography of Assassins and the other is Weeds. Maybe it's because it's already frivolous, I hope to add a little righteousness to make up for it. I read it very carefully. Sitting in the dark tonight, it seems that I am reviewing my lessons. In the middle of darkness, I only feel that black is divided into ten colors, darkness is triple, and my heart is very rich. I don't know how the king of Qin ruined people's eyes and wanted to steal joy, but I shudder to think of it. What was the darkness in Gao Jianli's eyes when he raised the lead-pouring building and pounced on the king of Qin? Lu Xun's Weeds seem to be written in the shadows. What about the darkness he faced when he expressed it thoughtfully?
On this quiet night, the course always begins and ends.
Slowly, I got used to sitting quietly in the dark.
I think I like this deeply.
I like the darkness of Revelation.
I sat quietly and was moved for a long time.
The darkness is still gentle, and there is no longer a distant whistle in the middle of the night. My body and mind are dissolved, and God shakes with the waves. This darkness and I have already produced deep acquiescence and friendship.
It is no longer a siege of closed roads. At this moment, the darkness in the morning is like a loyal friend, silently linking me with my tomorrow.