Over the years, I have developed the habit of staying up late and getting up late, and I have to sleep after zero every night. After midnight, people who had been busy all day fell asleep, and so did the earth. The night is quiet, quiet and beautiful.
The noisy noise during the day is an illusion of material desire. Impetuous people lose their way in the confused floating dust, don't know which day and year today is, don't understand the pure beauty and purity of "quietness", and chase illusory images in the hustle and bustle.
As night falls, everything is quiet and people's hearts are gradually calm. In the night, the breeze blows gently, just like the dancing skirt of the night elf, floating a faint fragrance. This light breeze with a faint fragrance dispelled the heat during the day and awakened people who were addicted to quick success and instant benefit.
The night was deep, and I stood at the window and stared at the quiet night. The stars are shining in the sky and the moon is curved. The moon shed a faint Yin Hui, and the whole night sky seemed to be shrouded in a milky hazy dream, surrounded by silence.
In this quiet night, in this quiet space, I feel that nothing exists, as if my body is empty and my mind is light. I suddenly feel that my thoughts are very light. Light thoughts float out of the window, into the night sky, slowly spread out, and finally disappear in the dark and distant night.
A breeze, a beating pulse, touched my fuzzy heartstrings. In this quiet night, I got rid of the shackles of the secular, abandoned the mask of hypocrisy, and my mind returned to myself and the truth. At this moment, I can think freely, think freely, and my light thoughts are like runaway wild horses galloping in the vast night sky.
In the quiet night, my mind wanders freely. I seem to smell the fragrance of time and hear the rhythm of my own pulse, which is the most primitive taste of the universe and the note of life. Time flies, and the pulse of life gathers into a profound, distant and vast movement.
As night falls, twinkling stars dot the dark night, and the midnight wind passes by the window slightly. I asked Feng, where are you from and where are you going? Can you bring my thoughts about the quiet night to my hometown and my loved ones' sleeping dreams? The wind has no words, just rushing along leisurely.
Enjoying the beautiful scenery of this quiet night, I am not sleepy. So I sat at my desk, lit the lamp, held a cup of tea in my hand, opened the book and read silently. I feel a clean stream seeping into my dry heart, my expression is nourished, and I feel refreshed.
Books are good friends, their feelings are elegant and fragrant, their products are noble and quiet, they don't pursue fame and fortune, and they don't go with the flow. Associating with books is like practicing in words, which makes me forget the worldly troubles and makes my mood gradually indifferent and quiet.
Reading is like having a heart-to-heart conversation with intimate friends, talking about the past and the beautiful scenery.
Reading history is like listening to the teachings of an old man in history. He came from the depths of time and sat opposite me, telling me stories about the rise and fall of dynasties, and Yin Jian not far away.
Reading philosophy is like listening to the Zen Buddhism of the monk Dafa, understanding, clarifying the fog, brushing away doubts and waking up like a dream.
Reading beautiful prose is like reading an elegant poem, and suddenly I feel the fragrance of ink. At this time, my mood is indifferent and quiet, and my soul is pure and detached.
Tonight, the night is like water, like the night of water, flowing in my heart, cleaning up the dust in my heart;
Tonight, the book is like a dream, the book is like a dream, like a breeze, like a green spring, which has influenced my humble soul!