Stars hang quietly in the night sky, frogs sound ... and the night begins.
Standing on the balcony, looking at the little moon like a hook, the moonlight is pale, the clouds are swaying, and the breeze is slow, which has a warm charm of Jiangnan.
Looking around, the sky is still slightly blue, the earth is faintly visible, the mountains are faintly lush, and the outline is particularly clear. Listening to the mountain stream still flowing, the world at night is warm.
Here, away from the noise of the world of mortals, it is quiet and elegant. Just like a paradise, the mountains are full of flowers, the fragrance is diffuse, and the night becomes sweet and pleasant. Bats that love swimming fly up and down in the air at night; Beautiful small insects rustling light wings, confusing; The unknown bird is cooing in a low voice, which seems to be saying love, and it sounds sad. ...
I like the mountains and rivers here, the warmth and comfort here, and I can sleep peacefully.
I turned and went back to my room. When I turned off the light, I found fireflies on the windows and the ground, wandering around in groups of three or five, like carrying lanterns, flickering like stars in the sky, dotted the darkness of my room, making the night smart and beautifying my mood.
When I close my eyes, I feel as if I am in the middle of a lake, swaying, and fireflies are dancing around me, lighting small lights for me and shining with the stars in the sky, just like a fairy tale world. I used my hands to sway the gentle lake and fell asleep gently: the wind is gentle, the water is Ying Ying's, and fireflies are shining. ...
Nighttalk 2 Three days and three nights, all by your side:
Three days and three nights, you made me forget!
There is no hurry for the time being, so I chose to stop for three days and three nights.
I lost myself in thousands of years of dreams and passions!
Ok, let 100-year-old grandmother sit on it,
Fill the glass and thank the deceased ancestors.
Celebrate this ancient festival together in different worlds!
Look at the expectant eyes around you!
Look at the greetings floating in the air.
Three days and three nights, banishing the old in the depths of body and mind,
No matter the competition between yin and yang!
Those delicious dishes are waiting for him to get cold,
Raise your glass and put down your pride.
Don't look for your hero,
At this moment, you are God!
The pride that parents can't hide,
Whether he is an old capital or a young capital,
Now you are the protagonist!
Get yourself drunk and go straight to ancient and modern times!
Don't think about everything along the way,
A fickle attitude cannot suppress incisiveness!
When the torch illuminates the corner of your eye,
Just wait for the dance music to exaggerate!
Leave a corner for my favorite person!
Let him come and go freely.
Three days and three nights, day and night.
Don't be black and white!
Let your confusion dominate this moment,
Except hazy and half drunk.
Vomiting is your attitude,
Wine words can be used as greetings!
Three days and three nights, don't ask what happened!
Let's raise our glasses and laugh together!
Nocturnal Essays 3 The remains of those times, because of helpless air drying, became fragments of memory, and were finally put into a crock that always looked back and tasted.
I still stubbornly walked away, drawing some ripples of spring water again and again, drawing some rain water again and again, and drawing some tears again and again through the spring of my journey.
Spring has crossed a water area again, and you can't see me. I deliberately hid in a grass color, leaving a memory in a once deep and shallow position; My whisper is still climbing north and south with the wind, but it is not my piety all the way. My piety and gratitude only exist in my still turbulent heart.
When my footsteps pass through those midnight hours, you will still feel pain in your searching eyes and in those words soaked in rain and weathered by the wind and the sun. And at my stubborn feet, you can't see how I picked up and collected those painful fragments after I walked all the way.
Finally, I can feel sad and gratified, watching you slowly erase some traces of the past in this just-arrived spring. Perhaps, this is an eternal distance, perhaps it does not belong to the eternal distance. I was still looking at you and feeling you when you were away at three in the morning.
Read some distant news about you from the capture of those instantaneous scenes; In this spring, I can finally calm down the scars left by my escape, and finally disappear quietly in the vast sea of people.
I don't need to defend myself, and there is no reason to defend a spring ploughing or a winter snow. I'm willing to bear it alone. When you are most helpless, you are still helpless. I am still willing to use my most sincere sadness to exchange something that is only at my fingertips or not at all.
I still keep my yearning for autumn, midnight and a snow in the deepest part of my heart. What I see is enough.
That night's essay was quiet for 4 nights, and there were small snow particles floating outside the window. The children slept and washed their clothes, and their hands were itchy with cold. They made themselves a cup of Kuding tea and played a soothing light music. Calm yourself down slowly. I've been fidgeting for days and have no time to take care of my mood. Maybe it's too cold in winter, maybe I'm too negative. For many days, bad emotions have been haunting me, making me unable to breathe. Work, children and housework make you physically and mentally exhausted, but there is nothing you can do. A snow came, which made me excited and brought a lot of inconvenience. The water pipe at home froze and my son's cotton boots were wet. I slept until midnight when my son had a fever. I rubbed my son with white wine twice, which made me catch a cold. I have a headache. I lay in bed thinking, when will I get enough sleep? Suddenly want to cry, want to find some medicine, holding his son fell asleep.
Last Friday, my daughter came back. It was dark, and my friends and I drove to Bai Yang to meet her. By the way, I transferred to my parents' house. My little niece ran to the front and called my aunt Britt. My hands are empty, so I am embarrassed. I picked up my daughter at Baiyang, and her daughter got carsick. I asked my friend to take her home first. In Baiyang, I went to a banquet where my good friend's son joined the army. I can't help sighing when I watch my good friend's children grow into handsome boys bit by bit. Time flies, children grow up, and we are old.
When I got home, the two children had already eaten at my grandmother's house. Looking at the dirty clothes brought back by my daughter, I was worried and didn't wash them. Two children don't care about this, but they can be crazy at home. I was so sleepy that I slept with my son first. When the daughter was sleeping, the son shouted that he would not let his sister touch him. I have to let my son sleep on my left and my daughter sleep on my right, next to my daughter. I understand why my son is yelling. My daughter is as cold as ice. I tried to get my daughter to put her feet on me. The daughter said sensibly, "Mom, no, I'm afraid I'm freezing you."
Today is Saturday, at six o'clock in the morning, my son woke up on time, clamoring to get up with the quilt. I can't sleep either, but I just don't want to get up until the quilt is too noisy for my son. Look at your watch, get up at eight o'clock, cook, stir-fry and buy buns. At nine o'clock, I went to school to take the law popularization exam, and two children were playing at home. When I came home after the exam, the door was locked and the two children ran to grandma's house. Two children came back and cooked hot pot together. Then take two children to take a shower. In the bathhouse, my son crawled around like a small fish, smooth and lovely. Seeing the children so happy, his depression was swept away.
After taking a shower, I went to all the shops in the street and didn't buy cotton trousers that my daughter was satisfied with. Go home, the power went out, and my husband invited us to eat jiaozi. After the electricity was turned on, we went to our neighbor's house to fetch water and wash clothes.
On such a night, there are small snow particles floating outside, and there are sleeping children, light music, kudingcha and electric wind in the room. Before the electric wind, there was a washed and steamed daughter's cotton-padded clothes. It was a quiet night, and I didn't feel depressed. It suddenly occurred to me that I was too scared to call my parents today. I feel much better after calling my parents. In such a snowy night, in fact, many things can be forgiven. We are all dust on the earth, and there is nothing we can't cross. When we encounter bad things, we think positively. When we encounter good things, we realize that life is like this, and we are inexplicably afraid of the future. Walking past has become an unforgettable memory.
When I left the house and turned on the light, the snow particles were still floating, silver and beautiful.
The color of the sky gradually darkened, and I looked up and weighed heavily on my head.
There are not many people on the street. Walking in the cold wind, the only ones who accompany me are a few tall trees on the roadside.
I seem to smell the faint fragrance of gardenia, which is neither strong nor strong, but permeates the air, fresh and elegant, adding a little color to this lonely night.
Wearing headphones, listening to music, walking around.
I don't know where I want to go, I just want to go out for a walk. I don't know where I should go, but I feel a little tired.
As soon as I close my eyes, I smell a familiar lemon fragrance, as if you were by my side. I stopped, but I still refused to open my eyes, because I was afraid that when I opened my eyes, I would find that you were not there at all.
I remembered the guitar and carried it on my back. I really want to see how you play again.
It's like watching you again, holding the guitar, playing affectionately, and then singing softly with the melody, and I secretly sing with you.
On a cold night, I am alone, and my heart is empty. It seems that my heart is full and full of you.
I walked on and looked up at the twinkling stars in the sky, wondering if you would be the brightest.
Don't worry, even if you are not with me, I will still remember that year when a boy playing guitar stood in front of me and said, "This song is only for you."
Will the essays at night be distressed because the stationery is too small, and countless stories and emotions can't be written?
Honey water is too weak and bitter. Memories don't give you a chance to get drunk, even if you hesitate for a second, you will miss something. I'm also afraid that the ink in the pen will dry up, so let's stop talking.
Where I am, I have never seen a star in the dark. The only thing that can light up a lonely night is the fluorescence on the screen of the mobile phone.
The early autumn wind took me out of this street that has been with me for a long time but is still strange. Passers-by refresh every day and rarely repeat. How dare I say I am familiar with it?
Cumin's heavy nose, how many people anesthetize their souls with alcohol, sniff the lampblack and swallow their grief, talk about everything in all corners of the country, and make a few ridiculous noises, but just spit out all the joys of the past while drinking, and then wake up with a few sighs. The prosperity propped up by loneliness is unbearable in the moonlight.
Maybe only warm bedding can give me some familiarity.
There are many things to envy;
Just like migratory birds, although they spend a lot of time in their lives, they have never been attacked by cold. If I were a migratory bird, I would like to exchange the bumps of my half-life for never touching the cold in my life. Even if there is a beautiful snow lotus in full bloom, even if the snow in December is unimaginable, even if the rainbow after the storm is the most dazzling. Anyway. Don't.
I said that migratory birds are afraid and will only run away. Later, I told myself that because I had no experience, I didn't feel so embarrassed and wouldn't let myself be haggard and presumptuous.
Later, I learned that it was an enviable fairy tale, and even jealousy was described as "funny".
It's bitter. I can't swallow my throat in one breath.
Time has played a big joke, but it can only be catered to.
Actually;
Fear of being forgotten.
Night Essay 7 The barking of dogs in the distance in the summer night is mixed with insects, which shows the emptiness of the night. The occasional flash just sets off the depth of the night.
Get up, light a cigarette and swallow this loneliness together in this dark night. In the bright and dark fire, everything disappeared-just like our lives!
Yes, yes, this is life. The river of time erodes us into passers-by, while the years of life carve us into melancholy philosophers.
This dark night is suitable for your calm thinking. Reaching out, we can't see anything, or we have nothing, just like our life. I once naively thought I had a lot, such as wealth, experience and friends-but when I calmed down, I found that I never really had it! At this moment, you will realize that friendship is not how many friends you know, but how many friends still know you when you are in trouble. Yes, as people often say, the night gave me black eyes, but I used her to find the light. Only this dark night, let me start to grow.
This sleepless night is suitable for reflection. Everyone came to this world naked, with only one one-way ticket. The past is gone forever, and the rest will never come back. Sadly, we can't know exactly where we were last. Therefore, love is love. Once you don't love, you naturally don't love. What I can do is not how to save my former love hysterically, but try my best to keep my self-esteem. Like love, our happiness, our life and our hopes are irreversible. Losing is doomed to lose, and missing is doomed to miss. Therefore, our life trajectory must also be: forward! Forward!
Such a lonely night is certainly suitable for meditation. I don't want to regret that life is short, but I will never pin my hopes on the future. Cherish what we have today! Such as wealth, happiness, friends. I didn't have it yesterday, but it may not be mine tomorrow. Therefore, only cherish. This night, this loneliness, and even this suffering are equally worth cherishing. People who believe in me don't need to explain; People who don't believe me, why should they explain? With my ordinary but grateful heart, I will always fear all the gifts of nature and be grateful for this unrepeatable life. I don't want to investigate whether the night makes me lonely or loneliness makes me integrate into the night. Isn't it a happy possession to taste this loneliness in the dark? We are often lost in the pursuit of tomorrow's happiness, and are often obsessed with looking forward to the happiness of the next stop. As a result, happiness and happiness slip away from our eyes and hands inadvertently. But dear, have you ever known that life is just subtraction-day by day, day by day!
Such a wise night taught me to live in the present. Our life is bitten, eaten and eroded all the time. Or loneliness, or pain, or sadness, or illness. If life is a torment, then we should also be in the torment of nirvana; If life is a journey, why should we miss the scenery along the way? What attitude we take towards life, life comparison will give us the same color. Respect for life, respect for life is respect for ourselves. When we were young, we often worked hard day and night for power. For fame and fortune. Even accustomed to intrigue and intrigue. It was not until I was exhausted and my temples were gray that I found that only health and dullness are the greatest peace in life.
It is such a silent night, feel my breath quietly, follow my heartbeat silently, and I will suddenly experience the rhythm of nature. On this beautiful planet, countless creatures are as silent as I am at the moment, on the same night. But this silence and silence are absolutely different! Because this silence will inevitably breed unprecedented power in the dark, and this power, like lightning, is enough to tear this endless night and finally give it to us.
Golden dawn!
Many people like night. Many people write all night. Some people like the silence of the night, some people like the sharpness of the night, some people like to be good at listening at night, some people like the all-encompassing night, and some people even cling to the night, just like the dream of persistence and youth.
Some people are different during the day and at night. Maybe she is quiet and shy during the day and wild and arrogant at night. Maybe she is noisy during the day and depressed at night. Maybe she can do anything by wearing layers of masks during the day, but at night she will be afraid because she can't find her true self. Some people say that "the days are short and the nights are long, so why not travel by candlelight". Some people say, "the morning light will come sooner or later, and pray all night, but I hope the night will not be too long." I seize the inspiration of the night, year after year.
It was already late at night when I returned to my hometown in the countryside and walked to the venue outside the hospital. The moment she got off the bus, Yao Mei gave a cry of surprise, obviously shocked by something. I followed her eyes and looked up, and the stars shone. The night sky in the country is particularly thorough. There is no fog or haze. The night is dark. The stars in the sky are like diamonds, scattered pearls and broken crystals. A clear night wraps the whole night sky like a movie. If you stick out a little, the stars will fall at night. Walking in the night in the countryside, dew on the grass hits the ankle, the cold wind washes the ears of passers-by, and the tired heart overflows with a quiet spring, leaving a faint leisurely taste. Walking in the dark, I won't be afraid, just thinking about walking slowly, walking slower and slower, immersed in the communication with the night. So someone said, "Disturb my calm thoughts, let my soul touch me, let me sink into the sweet and bitter breath, sink into the darkness that shows everything, sink into the sweet dream of trance memory." Maybe it's night, maybe it's you ... "
Such a night, such a starry sky, if you throw yourself into it, you will definitely touch the softest place in your heart and the deepest part of your soul. Every time I get lost, the night star flashes in my mind, like a flash in the pan, but it leaves a glimpse of my eternal thoughts in my memory.
Others say that at night, "the sky in the city is dyed deep red by bright and charming lights, and it is as red as a shell ... outside the shell, it is starlight. Starlight has traveled for thousands of years, from ancient times to the present, from the beginning of creation to the present. He hit his head on the shell and stopped. With a blank face, I was defeated. " Walking with a group of people, walking with a person, walking with a shadow at night in a city or on a dimly lit street. On the night when the stars are annihilated, the bloodthirsty white teeth and the wing membrane of the moon are spread out, enjoying the vanity of reading poetry and the cold loneliness. No matter how lively it is, it will only be the end of the song, and the tea will be cold. The midnight wind passes through the sky of the city, passing the top of the flagpole standing on the playground, and winding into the sleepless dream along the edge covered by the light and shadow of the street lamp. The flickering or slow-moving ten-color lights in the city are strange and hurt the deep pupils of the night. The heavy breathing at night and the joys and sorrows between gathering and parting respond to the neon lights that are constantly immersed in the noise and the loneliness and helplessness that are constantly vented in the struggle.
At night in the city, it is not enough to sleep lightly or deeply. More or less thoughts are combined into beads, covered with black curtains and gently covered with restless souls. Only at night, when the soul touches it, it shakes off the complexity covering it, and its colloidal transparent tentacles vibrate like branches, bypassing the corner of the building, crossing the fleeting time, looking for a little light, visiting close friends who have fallen asleep or opened their eyes in different places, and recalling the past. If the night just stops and watches, if the night just smiles coldly, why do some people decorate their eyes with starlight and why do some people turn their fingertips around the moonlight?
I think of Zhou's words. On an evening in the city, riding a bicycle, my eyes crossed the vehicles and pedestrians on the road and stayed in the dark blue sky in the evening. Extremely deep blue, let his soul involuntarily plunge into the blue universe and dive into the bottomless abyss. As it got darker and darker, he sank deeper and deeper, knowing that there was still hope of survival, but he still let himself sink. And "orange street lamps, traffic lights, flashing bright light in the deep blue sky background, magical colors, dreamy colors." It stimulates the eyes, makes people daydream, is hypnotized by the melody of light, and falls into illusion. "At this time, vision has become a substitute for touch. It represents your perception of the city, the magic of the night and the deepest part of the soul. The night in the city is not without its merits. Sighs at night will fill hymns with false love, hate, sadness and joy. Those who come out from the noise of the day, stepping on the afterglow of hope, walk into the hazy night, perhaps for rest, perhaps for conversion.
No matter what kind of night, looking back, I can always feel at ease. So, when the night covers the earth, when the night is filled with breathing, turn on a lamp and wait for a companion. It is better to turn off all the lights, stay in the arms of the night, and be friends with the night from now on. In this way, maybe you can hear the sound of water and poetry on the plain.
After beginning of winter, the temperature dropped again and again, the sun was not online, and the sky became gloomy. I stayed at home all day on weekends and didn't want to go out.
After lunch, my colleague called and invited me to his house to eat dog meat in the evening.
In Zhuji, besides torreya grandis and socks, dog meat is also quite famous. Although I'm not a vegetarian, I'm still a little afraid of things like dog meat, not to mention the fact that the local people directly cook the meat with water and then marinate it with salt. This is really difficult for me, a native of Sichuan. However, my colleagues were kind several times and were not pushed away in the end.
Because of the geographical location, Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces have always been more prosperous than those remote areas in Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan, so many people say that the locals here look down on foreigners. But when I was in this land, it was a completely different feeling. The people here are also warm, kind, straightforward and humorous, and will lend a helping hand when you need help. I am really lucky to make a group of such friends. Colleague is a thoughtful person. He stewed a portion of dog meat alone. Although it is far from Sichuan style, his heart is full of joy.
Most of the people present are veteran cadres of the company. I, the younger generation, will inevitably be fooled by them. After a lap, dog meat didn't eat anything, but seven or eight glasses of wine had already been eaten, but it was also red wine, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. By the time I finished eating, I was already dizzy. When I got home, I just took a shower and went to bed.
It's almost one o'clock in the morning when I wake up again. I can't believe it. In this case, I can sleep quietly and wake up quietly. Haven't you been drinking yourself crazy? What is this? Yes, that's right, because no one is fooling around with me anymore, or no one is paying attention to me anymore. Or, I really want to let go of myself.
I don't want to think too much. I crept into the living room and poured a glass of water. When I went back to bed, I was unusually awake and sleepy. Is it because I'm good at drinking? Or is there a little loneliness growing secretly in a corner? As we all know, on such a night, I am always doubly cautious, afraid to knock over the past, to uncover dusty memories, to roll out of control in my eyes, and to lose to myself again. It's past the age of indulgence, so it's better to give life some time to experience and calm down.
In order not to let my thoughts drift too far, I took down a book on the bedside table, which was Shakespeare's King Lear. I dare say that reading can really concentrate more at this point than at any other time. Of course, I wanted to watch and doze off, but it backfired. Until three hours later, after reading the whole book, I was still awake.
I forced myself to turn off the light.
Lying in bed doing nothing, I immediately heard the sound of cars passing by on the road, empty and far away. The curtains are not taut, and those faintly visible neon lights are reflected on the windows, like ABC's eyes and smiles like A, B and C. This night is silent, understandable and lonely. I don't know whose tears and hearts this cold wind blew down. I don't know where the people in those cars are or who they can't wait to fly to; I don't know who is wandering under those dim street lamps and who is waiting. Such a night is long, unquestionable and lonely. Like a photo torn in half; Like a paper ticket that is not in time; When he looked back; When his fingers touched my face. I just don't know who he will warm his hands and kiss his forehead before going to bed this winter.
I still fell asleep at dawn. Strangely, I dreamed of my grandmother, my closest relative.
There is a faint blue in my heart, an unspeakable feeling, is it missing? I don't know when I started, but what I am haunting has nothing to do with those silly persistence and naive waiting. It turns out that the same is true of short-lived bullshit love. Those hurdles in my heart can't compete for time after all. When I think I should not forget it, I have blurred my face. However, whether I am sick, drunk or wronged, I will never think about how lazy a person is by my side and how obsessed I am with his shoulders. Some people used to think that hiding in memory would make them settle down from now on. Who knows, the sun, the moon, the wind and the frost, the whipping of time, everything can't stand the weathering of years. Those so-called willfulness and stubbornness that you can't let go are just your own. When you think this waywardness and stubbornness is boring and childish, or it is no longer suitable for your age, it no longer exists. Sometimes being suddenly enlightened just looks at the world from another angle, and looks at the world from another angle.
The evening essay 10 Moya Brennan's album, which has been pervading the room, did not know when it ended. Night, quiet.
In the silence, I heard the sound of rain dripping outside the window, and the spring rain was falling. Open the curtain, the window glass is covered with a layer of water vapor, and you can't see the outside world clearly. Stretching out his hand to wipe off the cold water vapor, the ground outside was wet, bright and fine with rain, interwoven with street lamps and neon lights.
This rainy night is so beautiful that the sound of rain drops is as beautiful as nature.
Such a night is suitable for dreaming, and such a night is suitable for reading. On such a night, I read in the soft light. See the moving place and concentrate on thinking. If you feel anything, just pick up the pen and notebook on the bedside table and record it. This is inspiration.
A quiet and beautiful night is a time when thoughts fly and souls are purified. Read quietly, write quickly, and record the spiritual track of walking on a rainy night.
The intermittent spring rain outside the window makes the night extraordinarily quiet. I seem to be the only person in the world who hasn't slept. The spring rain filled the land with water after a long drought. The wrinkled land, like the old man, has relaxed its wrinkles and become young and energetic under the nourishment of the spring rain.
Plum blossoms, which have been in full bloom a few days ago, are dry and gloomy, although they raise their smiling faces. I think this plum blossom is like a woman moistened by love after a night of spring rain, shy and charming. The water is full and crystal clear.
Grass covered with dust by smoke and spring breeze should be moist and energetic.
That willow tree, a new branch of light green and light yellow, should also grow wildly and dance happily.
Those cherry blossoms, begonia, apricot blossoms and peach blossoms that have just bloomed are also breathing the breath of spring brought by the spring rain, injecting vitality and passion into life. Make every effort to moisten yourself, stretch yourself and grow yourself. ...
When the wind is a little warmer, maybe overnight, it will push away the bud of the tree and become an ocean of flowers. Before you are ready, you are charming, charming and charming. Crowd in, see things in a blur.
Spring is the season of running, belonging to youth. Children are growing rapidly, young people are full of vitality, middle-aged people seem to have returned to the past, and the elderly have become like children in this spring breeze.
Spring is a free season. Let's come out and enjoy the most beautiful April day in the world.
Rain, it's still raining. Under the lamp, I was moved by the spring in my heart and couldn't bear to sleep.
The night is so beautiful and quiet. Because of the sound of raindrops, it is more peaceful and peaceful.