Put aside the distractions for a while and walk into the night.
The traffic returning that night was full of lights, but the warmth of home guided them. Yes, a warm harbor is more important than anything else. When you are tired, you always have a bosom friend.
Strolling along the street, the bars on the roadside are all soft lights and long tunes, attracting people's hearts. Squeezing into a human wall and looking through the probe, it is a booth with exquisite ornaments, colorful embroidery and picture frames. In the distance, several children walked briskly with dazzling steps, wearing shiny roller skates and accompanied by dynamic dance music. In the square, a big screen is towering into the sky, and a magic movie is being staged. People under the screen, standing or sitting, enjoy the simplicity of the night.
Walking, unconsciously, the noise was left behind, and the prosperity gradually drifted away, but the footsteps became clearer and clearer, and the mood gradually returned to real peace.
The coolness of the evening breeze brings a little joy to my mood, which is a long-lost joy, faint and not mixed with foreign things.
I don't know when, I belong to the night. Perhaps its loneliness and profundity can soothe my wandering mind. I love this night, I can hide some sadness and meditate on some past events; Let me know how to change and blur; Only when the smoke clears and the dust settles, where will people go?
I like the night. The curtain of dreams. Who knows? Do people on the other side have Qian Qian knots in their hearts? In the distance, he and she are taking advantage of the night, crossing the brightly lit street corner, turning into a small shop with lanterns, sitting by the window, face to face, not much language, but more eye contact. On the table, the heat of those two cups of coffee slowly rose. They talk occasionally, or smile, or look out of the window from time to time. Isn't this a landscape? And I, quietly from a distance, am I also a landscape?
Find a row of chairs, I sat in the middle, conveniently take out a cellular phone, enjoy a poem:
"I still remember that night, I stared at it, thinking about it, and I longed for it;
But love is deep and shallow, and I am happy and sad;
I often sigh that if you don't marry me, I am willing to do my best.
Together in the morning and together at night.
Self-hatred was unscrupulous at that time, and there was no reason to gather or disperse;
Only hide your infatuation and bless you day and night;
May you be strong today and worry-free tomorrow. "
How talented ... I put away my mobile phone and merged into the vast night again.
The night is really deep.
I looked at the dim light of the street lamp outside the window. I couldn't sleep and turned over. I just got up, prepared cigarettes and turned on the computer.
Whose letter is this?
I know you have a lot of questions in your heart. Yes, your question is correct. After all, human nature is complex and unpredictable.
In fact, that year, when I first met you. But at that time, I only had a superficial appreciation. I was moved by your frankness and gentleness, but I remained reserved, because I felt a little ridiculous myself. I don't know how long this shallow heart can last.
Whenever I see your head in the address book, I will naturally think of you. So this feeling has been maintained. Since last year, even if I am not in a good mood, I will occasionally send a message to greet you, just because you still exist in my memory.
Although, a few times, your idea of closing the space and not posting the dynamics of your circle of friends is mysterious, which makes me confused and angry. I thought about deleting you, but I held back. But I will visit you once in a while.
When autumn comes and winter comes, people seem to stay at home. Everyone likes to chat happily together when they are free. Of course, I have more topics with you.
The sublimation of feelings between people needs both process and opportunity. It was the chat that made me know you better and like you more. I can feel your heart from your message. Seeing your blessing when the New Year bell rings makes my heart restless for a long time.
Sometimes, I will ask myself in my mind and ask myself several times. Finally, I still believe that I am right. Although you are said to be a saint and many people wear clothes, you are not elaborately decorated, but you are a sincere person. I like this temperament!
Don't talk about talent. There are many talented people in this world. Do I like you only because of your talent? No, definitely not just because of talent, but because of eyes and heart.
I thought about denying it, but how can I deny that I really like you? However, I don't want to think about it any more.
I think, I want to hide this feeling deeply, and only allow myself to fly freely and dream unscrupulously when I lie in bed at night. But I, if I don't tell the truth, I'm afraid you will misunderstand me.
No, I won't change my mind just because you are ordinary. I think simplicity and freedom are the best. That's it. That's it. Believe it or not.
Today, I write this letter with fear, just to tell you that in the future, there is nothing to delve into, nothing, and no need. Let me think freely in the dead of night.
Maybe, after a long time, maybe I'll get over it and don't have to worry about it in the future. Perhaps, a few years later, in retrospect, it is also beautiful.
Thank you for making me a little softer.
I said it, and my heart was relieved.
I don't know when the cigarette in my finger has burned out. I left the box and lit another one. What is the purest thing in this materialistic world? What do we cherish most?
The night is boundless, all the flowers have fallen asleep, only to see a cordate telosma, revealing its fragrance alone under the dim light; She doesn't care if anyone pays attention, but only finds a little bit of her true self when others dream; The fragrance broke through the fence and wandered around. I know that in this world, many things can be bought, but trust can't. I think, in the world of mortals, there may be a woman who likes to pour out her feelings, likes the boundless night and hopes to sit in that coffee shop. Some things can only be handed over to time, as long as you are still watching.