She is a cloud in the world, floating around, with uncertain whereabouts.
When a person enjoys a quiet night, her heart flies to the clouds and flies in the boundless sky.
Tired of the hustle and bustle of the metropolis, tired of the world, tired of fame and fortune, tired of intrigue, she likes a person's world. I like the dim night, I like to banish my thoughts in the dim night, and I like to stand quietly on the desolate Yuan Ye.
Putting her heart on the vast Yuan Ye, she suddenly felt a tragic feeling.
Stretching her beautiful arms in the night, she is like a nirvana phoenix, holding the universe in her arms and feeling that her heart is wider than the sea.
I like the quietness of the night, the faint obscurity under the night, the starry night sky and the ethereal clarity in the middle of the night. Close your eyes, she imagined the vastness of the distant universe and the traction between countless planets. Like people, they also convey mutual concern, mutual concern, with a touch of warmth. She imagined the grandeur of the Milky Way, the beauty of the Magpie Bridge and the indomitable love of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.
Breathe gently and blow him out for nine days, feeling extremely relaxed. The relaxed heart heard the waves of the sea in the distance, the roar of tigers in the mountains, the fighting sound from the ancient battlefield in the distance, and the serene face of the white-haired old man chanting in the cabin on the top of the mountain. ...
I came from the void and will go to the void. Everything in the world of mortals is fleeting, so why haggle over every ounce. She thought.
She is flying in the air like a dove, and her soul is flying gently in the air in the Yuan Ye. Her body is as light as a feather and a breeze.
In the void, she saw her dead grandmother, and her kind smile was brighter than the spring sunshine. She couldn't wait to jump into grandma's arms and touch her face wrinkled with Cang Sang years. She gently called grandma, and she responded happily. Grandma held her in her arms and patted her on the back, as if hearing the warm and lingering songs of childhood.
At the moment, the night is so quiet. She was drunk in the night wind and lying in the arms of the earth. This earth is the root, and the root can give birth to many branches. She is a grass born from the earth, soft and moist. Only with the simple earth can the heart be practical. The earth shrouded in night is her closest lover. She loves the earth and the night. Love the peace of the earth, love the peace of the vast Yuan Ye under the night.
Let the soul bathe at night, let the heart calm at night, and the wind blows away the dust in her heart. She is as light as a swallow in the long night.
A meteor swept across the world, dragging its long tail and disappearing in the distance. Are you going to date your lover or go to the battlefield? She thought, everyone is a meteor, no matter where they go, they should radiate light to illuminate themselves and others.
In such a quiet night, the heart stirred by the glitz of the metropolis becomes calm as water, and the usual rapid breathing stops the rapid pace, soft and stable.
Man, trudging in the world of mortals is too tired. It's time to stop in a hurry, shake off all fatigue, brush away the dust of the soul, and give the soul a moment's rest in this boundless night. Think in a short silence, distinguish the way ahead, and don't lose your way and yourself in the world of mortals.