Going back and forth in front of the TV series seems redundant. The only thing is holding the mobile phone and tossing it over. I don't know how long this repetitive action will last. I stopped to find that the book lying on the table had not been turned over for a long time. At the moment, I don't know how many delicate dust stained the handwriting, and neurotic thoughts will always come out suddenly. I can't help but pick up the phone again, and I'm going to pour out.
There are always some unexpected surprises in the room at this time. Nasal sounds came and went, filling the room. No one, we can actually communicate with everything. It's just that we speak with our hearts, always awake and abnormal, and our voices are so clear. Maybe the colder and colder wind slipped in from the door! It inspired me, and then I came up with one story after another Night is a magical spirit. When everyone is snoring and sleeping, naturally only you blink. Although it is dark, you will always see a glimmer of light, which may be a charged mobile phone or an owl's bright eyes. Therefore, the night is always in the dark night, leaving a glimmer of light, adding warmth and light.
Looking around, I feel that there are very few people around me, just like a bosom friend. I can't talk to each other. It's cold, and the communication with myself and at night has come to an end. I paced gently, pressed down the tired lamp, pulled up the thin quilt and wrapped my body tightly. The cold wind blew outside the window for a while at night. I wonder how many leaves will fall all over the floor tomorrow morning! I took another look at the darkness, the night was hazy, I was awake, I closed my eyes, and my breathing was symmetrical.
Looking back at this time, it is not that distance has forgotten people's hearts, but that people have forgotten distance. Looking back at the horizon, there are a few stars scattered, which are my eyes that see through the world.