The most beautiful night
The most beautiful night
The quiet night sky is boundless, like a huge obsidian stone disk, covering the ground.
The moon exudes a faint silver glow, like a piece of jasper, inlaid on the stone plate. The light spread quietly to the ground. Through the dense treetops, silvery ponds are formed. The wind blows, and the branches dance with it, creating beautiful ripples.
I walked quietly in this wonderful night scene, unconsciously intoxicated by it. Sitting under a tree, I picked up a fallen flower. The flower had not yet opened, and the petals tightly wrapped the heart of the flower. I gently opened a petal, and the pale yellow bud appeared in front of my eyes, graceful and slender, like a beautiful girl, standing gracefully. There was a light fragrance surrounding the girl, elegant and noble, like a thousand years of aging wine, making people intoxicated.
The wind started blowing again.
It whistles, half-deep like a double bass, but it does not make people sad. It played happily, and the trees seemed unwilling to be lonely. They shake their own leaves and make a "rustling" sound. They echo each other and compose a hymn of nature. Gradually, more and more sounds join the playing of the wind and trees. Sometimes it is low and gentle, sometimes it is high and exciting. Sometimes it sounds like a harp ensemble, sometimes it sounds like bagpipes singing in harmony. The ups and downs are intoxicating.
I sat under the tree, forgetting all the troubles, and indulged in the beautiful night scene. Suddenly, a strange wave appeared in my mind, which made me shiver.
Isn’t it possible that nights like this don’t happen on weekdays? Is this a once-in-a-century night?
I pass by here almost every day, but I have never felt so beautiful like today. If you recall carefully, I use coffee to show my maturity, games to satisfy my desires, and money to exchange for happiness. But the most ordinary and most beautiful things are thrown aside. The wind in my ears suddenly became sharp and harsh, as if it was laughing at me. Yes, I seem to have lost myself in material enjoyment and abandoned spiritual harmony. Looking around again, countless people are walking in a hurry, looking anxious, leaving this wonderful night scene aside. This can't help but be a kind of sadness. If the entire society can form a culture of pursuing spiritual harmony, then it will be There will be no more such sorrow.
The wind stopped and the night returned to calm. In the sky, a few clouds covered the moon, and the silver light shone on them, giving off a shallow halo.
I stood up, stretched my muscles, admired this most beautiful night, and showed a faint smile