The Depth of Night Author: Zheng Xiaoqiong Date: 08-11-28 Number of hits: 297
Night begins to come from around you. The air around you gradually cools down, and the light becomes brighter and colder. It was getting darker and darker, and the chickens that had gone out in the morning also came back. They walked through the pit and entered the chicken coop. Several bats came out from under the eaves and flew around in the air. A lamp lit up in the sky - the moon rose, the pale white gradually turned into golden yellow, the silver turned into gold, and the night gained a lot of value.
Even a grain of sand is cold at night. When passing through the courtyard, the silver-white iron of the plowshare hanging on the wall was flickering in the moonlight with a hint of cool air. The treetops are dark and cool... At this moment, a camera must be used to freeze its coolness and coldness, and set it in the heat of the day. Everything in the yard is hidden and revealed between colors and images, the wooden chicken coop, the stone dog trough, the iron and porcelain cat bowl, the swaying shadows of the trees on the wall, and the flowers scattered from the grass blades. The ghost-like light, at night, the cold and compelling color is always cast with a faint aura, which makes people's skin feel a deeper cold. The sound of the night begins from this cold and quiet place. In the woods beside the village, its melody is played in the wind, and the leaves are trembling - occasionally a night bird wakes up and is as crisp as copper. Even the warm copper is cold at night. The long sound of the night bird cuts across the night sky, flashes for a moment, and then fades away. The bugs in the drying field crawl out of the ground, and they sing softly. They sang in whispers, their tails glowing with light, flashing like their voices. The nights are getting colder and colder, and there are more and more humming insects, which merge into a huge noise that fluctuates in the night wind. Some of them come from the vegetable fields, grass, under the houses, and under the damp fences. The spiders that were lurking during the day began to walk from the cobwebs stretched out from the corners of the tree roots. Their gray-black bodies moved quickly, and they were as light as the night. The darkness is deeper, but things appear more clearly in the darkness.
Outside the village, it is quiet and dark. The stars in the sky make the sky appear higher and farther away. It is so unfathomable. If you stand alone in the field at this time, you will feel that your heart is also at this moment. Incomparably clear and far away, in the vast night, everything outside your body is extinguished. The day, running, life... they all disappear. You are the center of the field, you are the center of the night. You will feel like darkness will pour out of your body like a tide, wrapping the world. Your body and imagination are driven by small gears made of black. This blackness suppresses all your restless thoughts and makes you Had to calm down. The sky you are looking up at is so high and far away, and the light of the stars combines mysterious patterns. Although you don't understand those astrology, you feel that its distant light must be casting hints to the world - it is the implication of a fable. , is the euphemism of poetry, full of hints and metaphors. Because of the darkness, I look so dazzling in the middle of the night. My thinking body is like a knife inserted into the dark night. In the silence of the night, people become sharp and sober, fierce and calm. The Milky Way flows over the head, which brings comfort to ordinary people. The moonlight shines on the slopes of the people walking in the dark night. Time deepens the depth of those who are thinking in the fields.
The villagers were sleeping in the slanted light of the moon. The moonlight was shining through the window lattice and tiles on their faces. They still had smiles on their mouths. They must have smelled the fragrance of sweet dreams. Under the moonlight, the night deepens, like a pond in autumn or a deep well in winter.
All the lights in the village have been turned off. This is a night that is completely unpolluted by light. It is pure and quiet. It comes from ancient times. It was once a part of our hearts. We are emerging from the dark night. Floating up, like lush trees or natural beasts, it is so clean and pure, it makes our hearts even more empty.
In this pure blackness, I saw the light of my body slowly increasing, illuminating my heart, and then returning to the body itself.