The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light.
In the dark, your eyes are useless, and your ears open another door and window. All the sounds flooded into my ears, even though they had disappeared without a trace. ...
There was a saying: I often wet the bed when I was a child, and I often cry when I grow up. When I first entered a new environment, everything changed. That kind of pressure seems to be a light call from God, heavy and silent.
I lie in bed with my eyes open, although I can't see anything. Maybe I saw bunk beds. I heard coughing and shoes walking back and forth in the corridor, which formed an echo silently. As I flipped through it, I flashed some formulas and examples in my mind, then a list of homework to be constructed, and then I sighed in frustration and thought about tomorrow's class.
I heard my roommate opposite turn over and shake the bed, and then I heard her smoke a piece of paper. It began to rain bit by bit outside the window, flapping the lush trees and whispering. Occasionally a beam of light came in, lit up the door wall, and then disappeared. Light always appears in an instant, but it is only a flash in the pan.
Suddenly, I heard a little noise, small, thin and weak, like a child hiding in a corner crying. Oh, yes, it's crying. I'm not surprised, because I can't deny that I haven't cried. In a few dark nights, tears often accompany us-this is very different from the past. I am strong and independent, and I hardly cry. Am I becoming fragile or more sensible and considerate? As usual, I breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "What's the matter?" Then there was silence, and I listened sideways. Sobbing stopped for a while, but then she began to cry. I can imagine rain on her pear-shaped cheeks. I'm not going to bother her, because I know that venting this uncontrollable emotion and knot will not be complete and will be gloomy for several days.
I seem to think of that kind of gravity again, which makes me breathless in the dark. My heart is really blocked by a stone, blocking the surging tide, and I can't break it anyway. I'm anxious, I think, I'm worried, I can't calm down at all, and I'm afraid of another terrible ending.
Fate makes us look for light in the dark, which inevitably makes us anxious. But I don't care about it, even if I am helpless and powerless, it's all in the past. From now on, I will use your black eyes to find the light you long for and enjoy the free and easy feeling when you are illuminated by the light.
Please be brave! I whisper to you, though you can't hear me. ...
I am used to the dark sky; Accustomed to the heartbeat at night; Accustomed to the loneliness at night.
Night, let me indulge in my own world; Night, let me put aside worldly troubles; At night, so I don't have to face myself with a mask.
"I don't have to wear a mask to face myself in the dark. I'm not afraid of the light stinging my eyes in the dark, but that's all. No one will understand my other side. " Familiar lyrics echoed in my ears. On this day, only the night accompanied me, and the stars and aunt moon who could talk to me seemed to be tired of me and found no trace of them. Very deep. Sky, you are as lonely as me. Then we can be a lonely couple. I want you to feel the heartbeat with me tonight. In this street, in the Woods and in this city, no one will bother us. Let's listen to the wind sister's "whoosh" rhythm floating across the leaves; Let's let go of ourselves and vent our dissatisfaction; Let's compose a new movement together. You know, I have a dream, an idiot dream: I want to be the master of the night. At night, I hold green vines and small animals, dancing in our world like a princess in a fairy tale and playing our music. Lost the hustle and bustle, lost the worldly troubles, and lost the pressure of learning. So naive to live. I know that this will be an unattainable dream that will remain in my heart forever.
/kloc-the sky at the age of 0/6 is always full of twists and turns. In the passionate years, there will always be thunderstorms with dark clouds. I still remember the first time I fell in love with the night: the teacher grabbed a monthly exam paper tightly and stayed on me with hard eyes. "xx, come out." My heart seemed to be struck by thunder and I walked out step by step. "You see, you see your grades, even can't reach the excellent, what's the matter? ..... Go back and reflect on yourself. " Looking at the red seal on the snow-white test paper and the teacher's criticism, I feel very uncomfortable. I can't sleep at night I stood at the window and looked at the night sky. Suddenly feel helpless. Looking at the motionless stars hanging in the night sky, I told them all my troubles and reflected on them with the night. At that time, I fell in love with talking to the night and fell in love with the night.
Night, let me rely on it.