Quiet Night Thoughts Composition 1
Everything is quiet, the hustle and bustle of the city gradually solidifies, the bustle and excitement close my hazy sleepy eyes, this is such a rare quiet night in the city, I look up at the bright moon, For the first time, I saw the less gray city moon, so my thoughts quietly drifted back to my distant hometown. Comment: Write about the rare and clear city moon, which brings out the hometown moon.
In the quiet night, I returned to the hometown I was familiar with when I was a child. A sea breeze carrying the laughter of waves blew around me. As I breathed out, I caught a hint of fresh, slightly salty air. Looking around, the piles of salt on the salt field are like rolling waves, emitting a bright white color in the moonlight.
I often fall into deep thought in front of the moon shadow in the wilderness where I sleep quietly like this. The night was not yet deep, the moon was holding up a few soft clouds, half-hiding her face with her pipa in her arms, shyly daring not to smile. But Feng'er's bare hands gradually brushed away the veil, revealing her demure face. The moonlight cast softly, and the lake surface reflected a tranquil and white clarity. The light yellow light draped over my body seemed to remind me that the dew was getting thicker. At this time, Yue smiled happily, and the surrounding stars began to gather, blinking cunning eyes, and flickering like breathing. Whenever I watch the clouds clear, I can't help but imagine: In such a quiet night, is Chang'e's face also hidden in this jade plate? Comments: Narrating the night scene of the seaside in my hometown, using the moon to represent my hometown, it is a very beautiful description. .
In the quiet night, the peaceful beauty of nature gradually blurred, and I stood back in the city with tall buildings. The soft earth under your feet slowly turned into a hard asphalt road, and the field ridges exuding the fragrance of rice also turned into cement brick walls with a serious face. The haze of the city has torn apart the remaining peace and calm of my hometown in my heart. Comments: Return to reality, describe the city scenes in detail, and use montage techniques to create a virtual blend of memories and reality.
The childhood scenes can only be recalled from memory, recalling the simplicity of the sound of waves on the seaside, and glimpses of the monotonous and boring life today. I yearn for my hometown in the moonlight. Now, every time I meet the moon, I study at my desk until late at night. She couldn't help but feel a little haggard in the city. At this time, I could only raise my head and ask: "Is your face a little thinner too?" Comment: Comparing the bright moon in my hometown and the city is actually a comparison of two life moods.
In quiet nights, I still often think alone. The beauty of nature fades away in the sound of hurried footsteps. Can't we slow down in our daily rush and enjoy the beauty of the night? In this steel jungle, can't the night retain even her last trace of unique silence? The night in the city is all that's left. Fragmented endless blackness. There is no thunder to awaken our desire to repair the sky; no heavy rain to wash away the gray and black tears in the sky; and no strong wind to sweep away the filth of the city and bring us back to our hometown under the smile of the blue sky. Comment: Reflection on the prosperous and busy life in the city and the pursuit of returning to nature are the main themes of this article. My thinking about the city gradually turned into a longing for my hometown in vain. In the quiet night, riding the breeze, I placed my sorrow on the bright moon.
The moon in my hometown is as quiet as what I see now. May you always be peaceful and beautiful in such a quiet night.
General comment: The young author uses the quiet moonlight night and the bright moonlight to express his longing for his hometown. The writing is smooth, the sentences are beautiful and full of childishness. What's even more rare is that the author can trigger thoughts about life from the common "moonlight night". It can be seen that the young author is good at capturing the subtleties of life, good at feeling the beauty of life, and has a certain accumulation of writing. Jingyesi Composition Part 2
When I was pouring water, I was accidentally kissed by the boiling water. I was so painful that I almost dropped the thermos bottle in my hand. Fortunately, I didn't, otherwise I would have created useless GDP again. I put down the thermos bottle, and the huge mouth of the thermos bottle was facing my eyes. I seemed to see my bright youth being swallowed by a monster called time. I was so scared that I quickly corked the bottle.
In my eyes, time is the jade bottle that King Silver Horn used to clean up Sun Wukong. After shouting "Long live youth" a few times, the youth flew into the bottle with a "swish" Inside, after an hour there was only a pool of bright water, dazzling. I am not the Supreme Lord, and I cannot let youth spit out from the mouth of time. All I can do is to think deeply in the quiet night and pray that our youth will be resurrected.
I don’t believe in Buddha, God, and Jesus, so I don’t believe that Jesus will come back to life, so I also don’t expect my lost youth to come back to life. I am a child who believes in fate. My life was destined to end when I was born. However, I don’t know what kind of person I will become in the future, so I have been starring in the drama in which I am the protagonist in confusion. The end is the coming of death, and at this moment, I am acting out my youth that is passing away like water.
People say that the brain is most alert in the early morning. I said that was fart. I think about problems every morning, but my mind always feels like a pot of mud, and I have no clue at all. Then one night I realized that I was most awake at night. I think I must have been a cat in my previous life. In my previous life, I caught cunning mice in the dark. In this life, I am thinking about my life under the stars, my lost youth and the remaining youth.
Seventeen years old, my youth is only seventeen years old. There is a book.
It's called "Seventeen Years Old, Beginning to Aging". I think I'm old enough, and I can see the clear lines on my young face. Since he is not aging, he must be aging prematurely. I always chatter endlessly in front of the gray wall in the deserted night, and I can't even remember what I said. I always squint at the marshmallow-white clouds outside the window on sunny days, not caring at all about the vicious eyes of the teacher on the podium. I think I am a lazy and old cat. After spending my bright and splendid youth, I will only face the aging and death arranged by fate.
However, I feel that the age of seventeen is the beginning of beautiful youth. I clearly feel that spring is advancing step by step outside the window. The colorful flowers in the garden are exuding a fragrant fragrance. I am running on the grass. . Jumping, the wrinkled old woman next to her sighed sincerely: "It's great to be young." Young, youthful, I think I am still young and full of vitality, but in this calm world, my heart has been sleeping quietly, as if it will never wake up unless the light appears. My heart needs stimulation. Only in that case will my vitality show up, my passion will burn, and my blood will boil.
It’s late at night, and my eyes seem a little tired. I think I need to sleep like my heart and my youth, forget all the sadness, wait for tomorrow’s dawn, and wait for tomorrow’s huge waves. The surge of love, waiting for my beautiful youth to reappear.
I fell asleep, and I seemed to hear someone whispering softly in my ear, youth, there is no time for us to wait. Quiet Night Thoughts Composition 3
A bright moon hung alone in the night sky. Li Bai lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep, staring at the moonlight on the ground as it sprinkled on the ground like autumn frost, and his heart felt like As if a knife was twisting, I couldn't help but shed tears when I thought of the days when I left home a few years ago. I wonder how my family has been in recent years. Do his wife and children miss him? Is the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in front of your house still there? Is it still as fragrant as before?
After tossing and turning, he still couldn't fall asleep. He sat up, put on his clothes and got out of bed. Looking at his worn-out gown, he couldn't help but think of his wife. How was his old wife now? After thinking about it, I opened the door and walked out. The moonlight in the yard was like water, the leaves were withered, and the late autumn wind blew. I couldn't help but shudder. Looking at my lonely shadow on the ground, I couldn't help but sigh: Alas! If it was better to be at home, my wife would have already sewed a gown for herself, but now I don’t know when I can let my wife sew clothes for me. He looked up at the moon in the sky, smiling at him, much like the smiling faces of children, as if saying to him: Dad, come back quickly! We miss you so much, do you miss us? Li Bai actually said to himself: I think, Dad misses you. I wonder how your reading is going? Alas, I better not think about it. The more I thought about it, the more annoyed I became, so I went back to the house to sleep.
Li Bai dragged his long shadow back to the room again, lying on the bed still unable to fall asleep. Every tree and plant in his hometown, his wife, children, and neighbors were always dangling in front of his eyes. I really don’t know when I can return to my hometown? A gust of autumn wind blew in, and Li Bai couldn't help but shiver again. The late autumn wind was really cold, so Li Bai got up and closed the window again. well! When will the bright moon shine back on me? Quiet Night Thoughts Composition 4
I leaned against the window and looked down at Macau in the quiet night from a height. The night was getting darker and darker. Even though the stars were shining brightly, there were always places covered by the night, making it look misty. piece.
At this time, it was very quiet in the star. It was so quiet that I could only hear my own breathing and the ticking of the clock. It was like entering space. There was silence everywhere, but my thoughts drifted out of the window like clouds and smoke. Looking at the hazy night scene, I silently thought about what I did today? What did I do yesterday? What have we done in the past 14 years that contributed to society and is worthy of my memory? In the past 14 years, I Should I seize every moment and work hard, or waste my time and spend it in mediocrity? After thinking hard for a long time, I got the answer. For 14 years, I have always lived a mediocre life, spending my time in a mediocre way, without any goal. Just like a small boat floating in the sea, it has no destination and drifts everywhere. As a result, nothing is achieved in the end. ?However, when I set a goal and was determined to achieve it, it was difficult and the road was bumpy. Is it because I am just a star in the sky and insignificant? Then, my mood began to sink, sink...? No, I can't be depressed. Although starlight and lights are weak, they all have their own uses: starlight embellishes the dark night sky, and street lights illuminate the way home for night tourists. They are just one of thousands of lights, and their role is insignificant, but they still insist on their responsibilities and still do their best to illuminate this dark night, adding a little light and warmth to it. The stars and lights are like this, but how can I give up on myself? To achieve the goal and move towards success, the road is bumpy, full of thorns and difficulties. It is inevitable. But I actually held back because of a slight setback. It was really inappropriate!? "I am born to be useful." In the vast sea of ????people, although I am only a small person, I have my use. From this moment on, I made a promise to myself that even if the road in the future is difficult and uneven, I will not give up, but will fight harder for my goals, because "failure is the mother of success."
Because there is dawn at the end of the night, and because you have not tasted the darkness of the night, how can you experience the light of dawn? Quiet Night Thoughts Composition 5
The night falls on the branches, and the sleeves flutter. The words are lonely. The cicadas chirp and the shadows fade into red. Mu Wu felt sad. Tsing Yi Zui is pitiful.
Lao and Yan flew away, pondering and couldn't bear to listen. Mirror face, water, flowers, bay, moonlight and autumn. Why is it not round, why is it cold tonight, why is it tossing and turning in the air and sighing, the broken bridge wine enters the intestines. ——Inscription. Drinking Fire Order
The chilly cicadas are mournfully known as autumn, and the night is long and the moon is brighter. Half of the branches are blooming lightly, and the weeping wind in the old days can't hurt. Sighing the vicissitudes of life that have passed by without a trace, reciting the hurried gatherings and separations of the past years, remembering the criss-crossing of the water, the sky, and the vastness, and carving out the clear thoughts of the mist and coldness. In the depths of the mortal world of Zimo, the beauty of the painting has been worn away in thousands of turns, and I sing a song, if I say tonight, how can I drink and talk happily, practice saying goodbye to the quicksand of the season of thin cool clouds in life, the old and thin years , let the green color be polished and penetrated by the years. . . . . .
The desolation of autumn and the tenderness of tragic defeat are smeared on the cool paper in the bright eyes, and a bit of lonely chill is sprouting in the hazy sky. Wandering under the shadow, the gradually darkening ink-like sky is filled with moist poems, the gradually lighter and cooler dust temperature is filled with the desolate aftertaste of the seasons, and wisps of cold and deep rhyme flow in the heart. Hazy and deserted, Fang felt quiet and a little melancholy, quiet and a little sad.
The night is like water. Looking back, the lights are dim and there are few lingering sounds. The wind and dust have already swept my thirsty eyes. Looking through the autumn water, I still have a glistening and fragile eyes. The dust and smoke are gone, and rows of lonely willow trees are swaying in the wind, embedded in the cold moonlight that fills the room. Shaking off my loneliness, the lingering red flowers and their light fragrance flow into the flowing water, quietly guarding the reincarnation of flowers blooming and falling just outside the horizon, whispering in the wind under the deep starry sky. Surges like a spring, accompanied by a song that must not be forgotten, I seem to hear the thoughts of memories flying again, stirring up the endless thoughts in my heart, looking out from the railing, and expressing the feeling of sleeping alone. All my sorrow and melancholy. . . .
Looking back at the past, everything is empty, only the clouds and mist remain in my eyes, the years cut off by time, lingering in thought, picking the blue clouds and clouds with my bare hands, the haggard face, I want to splash ink to dance in the spring and autumn, the cold wind and dust strings between my fingers I think of the tenderness of mutual consent, and thousands of thoughts are like the graceful light of thousands of stars, dyeing a frame of mist. When we were happy with each other, we would often see you bowing your head and showing you a subtle smile. Why do we have to deal with it in this cold world? How can we sing a song to harmonize with whom? —
The world of mortals is silent, the flowers are sparse in a dream and the moon is pale. We have been apart for too long, and my thoughts seem to have been entangled for half a century. How many unforgettable long-cherished wishes have been vaguely circulated in the numerous stories. , whose sadness is lost in the past. I can't let go of the nostalgia in the old dream, who will still remember the initial ignorance. The strings of the piano are like silk, and the memories of the world are like dreams. The memories are old and have a silent ending. I don’t know who is falling and who is waiting.
The melody of the wind, light and clear, standing in the blurred and deserted courtyard, half a bright light, the fallen dust when the wind blows, the dream of ecstasy and bones, the fence falls in the night sky, wisps of willows Singing like a poem in the dream of the past life, all the charms are left only the melancholy and sadness. If I can relive your blooming smile, the torrent of bursting the embankment will instantly fill my chest, Mu Jinglan The fragrant years carry a gentle tenderness.
Time flies by, and the passage of time makes people grow old the most. The halo of frozen memories gradually opens up the pages of time, the sound outside the window at night, and the shadow of candles illuminate the soul of dreams. Half of my life is gone, I drink a pot of wine in my memories, drink all the romance, I can't help but burst into tears, passing by the other side of sadness, the lamentable pain floats in the lonely night sky.
The horizon is getting farther and farther, the morning clouds and dusk rains, and the floating clouds pass by thousands of mountains. When we meet, we share a knowing smile, how hard it is to look forward to it. Whether you love or not, maybe separation and encounter are a story. Maybe you and I are like straight parallel lines, staring with bitterness and knowingness. At the moment when we turn around, we secretly wipe away the tears from the corners of our eyes.
Lying drunk in the world of mortals, writing all the sadness, the ink has gone cold, the hesitation of the wind brings up the sorrow of the fleeting time, and the figure of the heart-broken figure is lengthened, it is really heartbreaking, it was promised. No longer hiding in the corner crying, but the stories of the past, who can escape the land of memories and the persistence of remembrance? The sorrow of hugging one's knees and singing, even if it is thousands of styles, beautiful scenery, who should be told to whom?
The tragic past, the cold moon, quietly watching a period of time in the soul, hiding my quiet figure and thoughts, in the hazy night, maybe tears overflowing, quiet concern and pain, just, sentimental After all, I can't grasp some sorrows just right.
Unparalleled elegance, parked in the harbor of memories, in the prosperity and loneliness, under the thumb of the years, behind the crazy inch after inch of longing, how can the bitter tears kill a person in the meantime, silent time, staring at the reincarnation of the seasons The desolation, looking forward to the love that will never regret it until death, is like the quiet and elegant notes of falling flowers flowing through flowing water. I just hope that when you look back, you can touch the soul that is thorough and not disturbed by dust, and salvage the sadness in your bright eyes.
In the mist of the world, who disturbed the old dreams of youth; when the dust has settled, who expressed the feelings of parting. Looking at the curtain of the Xijiang River, waiting for the years to cool down, I wish I could let go of my obsession, hold my lonely hand, and carry a pot of warm wine with peace of mind, and stay drunk on the balcony.
The ancient Buddha with green lanterns closed his eyes in the fragrant mist of the sutra hall, turned the prayer tube and chanted the mantras in the sutras, retreated from the sad past, the wrong worldly fate, picked up the fragmented emotions, and started the fireworks in the world. I am alone in the cold west wind at night. . . . . . Quiet Night Thoughts Composition Part 6
This night was quiet, but Li Bai couldn't fall asleep.
He looked at the moonlight in front of the window and really suspected it was a layer of frost. Li Bai sighed slightly and said to himself: "Oh, it's the Mid-Autumn Festival again in a blink of an eye. My family must miss me so much. I really want to go home and see you."
A burst of bird chirping broke the news. The tranquility of the night also broke Li Bai's thoughts and pulled him from memory to reality.
Li Bai looked up at the bright moon with mixed feelings. When he lowered his head and felt sad, he accidentally discovered that yesterday's rain had left a puddle in front of the window. Li Bai looked curiously and found that the moon in the water reflected a bright moon, which was more beautiful and pure than the one in the sky. Li Bai couldn't help but admired: "What a beautiful moon." After saying this, a feeling of longing flowed out from the bottom of his heart. In the haze, Li Bai seemed to see his relatives in the water...
< p>Li Bai couldn't restrain his inner excitement, and "Thoughts on a Quiet Night" came to him at his fingertips. He cried uncontrollably while reciting Jingye Thoughts.The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown. Quiet Night Thoughts Composition Part 7
I don’t know why, I tossed and turned in bed tonight, but no matter what, I couldn’t fall asleep peacefully. My eyes were closed, but my heart was wide open. Listen to Xiao Qi's "Feng Yun Jue" and taste the sweetness of the night in the chivalrous tenderness.
There are no flowers on my balcony, only the pickled sausages, and there is no sense of Mr. Kawabata Yasunari’s feeling of not sleeping with flowers. Perhaps the flowers have fallen asleep, the moon has fallen asleep, and the stars have fallen asleep. I am the only one breathing the bitterness of the night on the misty floor.
Chongqing at night is indeed more flavorful than Wenzhou. It is quiet but not dead, deep but not dull. The dim lights work hard to warm the road. The overnight buses occasionally break the silence, but they Gradually dissipated in the white mist.
The temperature tonight has dropped compared to the daytime, and the fog has joined in the fun, making the distance pale. In the vast white distance, the misty mountains are as elusive as the moon in the mirror, covered in white and silver by the moonlight. It was enchanting in its simplicity, dignified in its charm. In the blurry night, I couldn't see anything clearly, let alone the thick clouds, but I stared at it as if I had seen something. In the sky, there was a father who was stern but sparkling with care. He slapped his son on the face with his thick slap. The anger on his face could not hide the sadness in his eyes, nor could he hide the pain in his heart. Suddenly The situation was changing, but she was a beautiful mother. What was beautiful was her face, but also her heart. She patiently told her son the principles and principles of life and work, even though she knew that everything might be just wishful thinking. It was useless work, but she always hoped that her son could hear it, even if it was just a little bit, even if he could only listen to ten, or even listen to a hundred to understand one, she would be happy.
Since I was a child, I have always thought that I can be independent. Only now do I understand that I am still a child. Although I do not need to live in infancy, I cannot stand on my own. After leaving my parents, I always feel indebted. Yes, there is always a little bit of loneliness lingering. No matter how much my relatives treat me as one of their own, no matter how obedient they are to me, they are not as happy as a scolding from my father, nor can they be compared to a few warm words from my mother. When studying abroad, the homesickness grows in direct proportion to time, no matter how barren the place is. It's a coincidence that when I went to buy light bulbs today, I found out that the boss is from Wenzhou, and his home in Wenzhou is very close to my home. I couldn't help but feel excited and felt like I was home! Time flew by while talking in the awkward Wenzhou dialect and chatting about the stories there. Their family is going back today, and I can only take my sustenance and blessings back along the railway and on the running train.
When I came back to my senses, it was already past three o'clock, and I finally fell asleep. Why! I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon, and follow the wind to the west of the night.
Quiet Night Thoughts Composition Chapter 8
Waking up from sleep, oh! 3:27 am on August 26th! My son has been attending a summer camp in Harbin, China for two days. I wonder how my son is sleeping in Erlongshan, Bin County? How much did you gain from these two days of activities? Do you miss your parents in your sleep? Or, because of happiness, you have already been free and happy? Looking at the photos sent back by the coaches on WeChat, the elves jumping into nature are like wild horses running wild. That mountain forest, that field, that new world makes me, who have lived in the city of steel and concrete buildings for a long time, envious!
Suddenly I remembered my son’s instructions when he left, “I’m leaving, don’t make any noise. If anything happens, wait for me when I come back!” I laughed out loud! Haha, a worried son, a far-sighted son. His mother and I had two disagreements after he was gone for two days. OK, we are also upright, put aside disputes, get along peacefully, and wait patiently for our son to come home for justice. ..., the new moon has already set over the earth, and I am lying quietly in the West House. Through the window, I can see the stars in the cool autumn night, and the tall building opposite lights the lights all night long, and I can hear the hurrays coming from time to time. The sound of cars passing by, the most intoxicating thing is the enthusiasm of the crickets playing the piano and singing in the garden downstairs...
Suddenly I miss the beautiful scenery of my hometown. On a moonlit night after autumn, the rice is fragrant! I followed my father into the harvest fields. The weirs and ponds were full of water. The water was clear and the moon was close to us. From time to time, a small fish jumped out of the water plants. The frogs croaked most loudly, which was earth-shattering. A field, a field, a ditch, all... It’s their world, Ding Dong! A frog plunged into the water of the weir pond, causing lovely ripples! "A Gema (frog) has one mouth, two eyes, four legs, and it jumps and jumps into the water. In peacetime, Gema doesn't drink water. Hey! It's submerged in clear water..." Dad Seeing the appearance of the frog, he taught us to sing this song repeatedly, singing and singing as we walked, walking over the weirs, ponds and dams, until the dew of the autumn night came up and moistened our clothes. Pants...
The most beautiful thing is when dad takes out the mat and puts it under the leafy pear tree full of fruits to cool down! We lay on the mat, and my father took a fan and kept shaking it, which not only kept us cool, but also drove away mosquitoes. It was really delicious! In the courtyard at this time, the orange trees are green, the figs will be red in the morning, and the tuberose flowers are in full bloom. If you squeeze them into your nose, the fragrance can make people confused! "Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack!" Wow! Suddenly the chirping of grasshoppers came from the garden. Just at the beginning, there were one or two sounds, then, one or two intermittent sounds, and then, one or two sounds, clatter, clatter, and suddenly there was a burst of high noise, which scared the sparrows in the bamboo forest and made them fly around for a while! "What are you calling? It's keeping my kid awake!" At this time, Dad always shouted to himself. Then he picked up a piece of mud and threw it to the place where Grasshopper was roaring. With a snap, the little boy The dog also ran over, and the grasshopper squeaked silently. After a while, the sound came up again, and the amused voice was even higher. Dad threw mud again, and the puppy chased and scared again, The Grasshopper stopped and screamed again...
Finally, my father was angered. He took a flashlight and tiptoed towards the place where the Grasshopper was singing. The smart Grasshopper stopped shouting, and Dad After turning off the lights and waiting, for a while, the silly Grasshopper thought that everything was fine, so he started singing again, repeating it three times and five times. Finally, he couldn't match his father's cleverness, and he was captured, ah! What a big Grasshopper, "Tomorrow morning, ask your mother to fry it, it's delicious!" Dad planned excitedly, and then tied the Grasshopper's feet with a piece of corn and grass, and then tied it to the pear tree, haha , we began to drool waiting for the delicious food the next day! Gradually fell into sleep...
Time flies by, leaving and leaving according to others! In the blink of an eye, I became a father too, and I caught grasshoppers for my son in a northern garden far away from home, passing on the endless love!
Outside the window, the crickets are still singing and the sun is rising! A new day has begun, another night full of thoughts! Jingye Thoughts Composition Chapter 9
I like to read fairy tales. Cinderella must go home before 12 o'clock. The princess's kiss will remove the prince's magic. Snow White wakes up because of love. The handsome beast wakes up on the rose. A charming smile bloomed among the flowers. As for my story, I cut out the most beautiful section from the fairy tale and then pieced it together quietly.
Imagination is a tentacle that is not afraid of being strangled as long as it exists. It spreads around and will not stop the most perfect and happiest dream because of external forces.
When I was in primary school, I wanted to be like Shui Bingyue, with beauty, happiness and magic power; I also wanted to be like Superman, able to fly around... It would be great if the protagonist in every cartoon was me. ah!
When I grow up, I want to be a heroine in books. You can fly over eaves and walls, you can enjoy the feeling of standing on green bamboo leaves, you can fight against invincible opponents in the world.
All the things that are impossible to achieve keep popping up in my mind, just like the poor man holding eggs who fantasizes about becoming a millionaire. I am greedy but safe in my own world, dreaming of everything that I cannot get. I had a fantasy as a teenager that a god suddenly granted me three wishes. First, I want perfect looks; second, I want a mind with an IQ of 200; third, I want the god to give me three more wishes. First, a healthy body; second, a company with good performance; third, a handsome boy who I love and who also loves me.
After I made my wish, the god said that one of them would be subtracted and asked me which one to give up? Beauty, wisdom, health, wealth, love, I don't want to give up any of them, so I woke up from the dream.
Put a short candy in your mouth that can withstand the sourness for 30 seconds, and then you will get a sweet taste. The sourness and sweetness are like the thorns before dreams come true. Dreams make my soul full. Even in the most painful times, I seem to be able to survive through fantasy and go to heaven and earth through thorns and thorns, just to get closer to happiness and further away from pain. Quiet Night Thoughts Composition Part 10
I couldn’t sleep tonight, so I tossed and turned in bed and finally sat up. After sitting quietly for a moment, a thought suddenly flashed through my mind - why not imitate those accomplished people and meditate!
I immediately turned to the corridor, crossed my legs, straightened my back, sat upright, put my hands on my knees, and closed my eyes. After about a minute or two, I couldn't hold back and wanted to open my eyes, but I didn't want to give up. He took another deep breath, spit it out, and continued to hold on, having nothing to do. I noticed the flickering white spots in my field of vision. At first they were sparsely scattered in the endless black field, and then they gradually became more and more densely packed, like handfuls of stars scattered in the Milky Way. A spot of light suddenly breaks in from the edge, emitting golden light and rushing to the other end of the starry sky - it must be a meteor streaking across the night sky.
The waves of numbness coming from my legs pulled me out of admiration. I felt that there were tens of thousands of ants marching all the way from my feet to my calves, biting them all together. I was eager to straighten my legs, but in an instant, the unbearable numbness came back evenly, like a massage. It hits my nerves, and it’s another kind of enjoyment! I waited even more to see how it would change. At the same time, pain came from the stiff back, which seemed to be difficult to bear the weight of the body. Of course, I forced it to straighten up, even though it kept complaining to me through pain. . Occasionally, my head lowered, and my neck made a "squeaking" sound. My eyes, which were originally closed tightly, finally fell down due to exhaustion. These "friends" who have been with me day and night have all been exposed to me today. A different face.
In the dark night, the first thing that separates from the long night is the increasingly clear sound of cicadas chirping. Some cicadas chirp sadly, shouting for a long time, one after another, and their neighing sound always reveals the exhaustion that has never stopped - this is the sound of chilling cicadas in mid-autumn. There is always water in the faucet, dripping intermittently, colliding with the water surface, and producing crisp music. This is the symphony of the night! If there is moonlight intruding outside the window, it will definitely spread a layer of frost on the ground.
My legs have long lost feeling. I seem to be floating in the clouds, with the stars rotating above my head and the breeze flowing through my hair. Everything felt like it had disappeared, but I could clearly feel the touch of the endless night on me. Everything was silent, except for the sound of my heartbeat, beating one after another, which made me pay more attention to its silent existence. My body couldn't help but shake during the beating, and I felt it! This is my life, a life that belongs only to me!
A wisp of green smoke passed by my nose, bringing sandalwood from the ancient palace, vast expanse of blue waves, and the sound of thousand-year-old bells... I was finally sleepy.