I looked at the dim and bright street lamp outside the window.
It is very close to me, only a few tens of meters away.
I reclined on the bed,
Looking out of the dark room,
I saw this midnight street lamp flashing a little stinging light.
I still lie down and look at the ceiling and walls.
On the wall of the bed are the shadows of trees projected by street lamps and bars.
The two are dim and soft together,
Shadows sometimes wander on the wall,
That is a masterpiece shaken by the wind.
Occasionally I heard a few crows outside.
Then it came to an abrupt end.
And the sound of taxis and motorcycles speeding on the road.
Sometimes putting down the horn makes people unable to sleep.
The sound of air conditioning in the room,
If you don't listen carefully, you don't know where it came from.
This faint voice,
Just like the cry of a diesel engine coming from a distance outside,
Continuous and rhythmic.
Get used to it after listening!
There are two close-fitting ivory lamps on the ceiling.
The dim light can't tell it's white,
Slightly light black.
It is arranged in parallel like two big eyes.
It also bulges downward like a small wok in a takeaway shop.
There is a long line in the middle to connect them vertically.
Supporting a pair of glasses like the bridge of the nose,
Stick together tightly.
The light on the cupboard is the brightest.
Reflect the room so that you can vaguely see what everything looks like.
The noise of cars outside is still very noisy.
Headlights flash occasionally,
Sweep the ceiling and disappear instantly!
I sat up, lit a cigarette,
I'm thinking about something in my mind and thinking a lot about the future.
But I don't know what will happen next.
I try to look on the bright side,
Everything better go well!
Smoke filled the dark room,
My thoughts wander in it!