On a moonless night, the autumn wind is cold tonight. I wonder if in your drunken dreams, there will be my often tearful singing. It is available below, please refer to it.
：Silent Night
In the silent night, the cold wind knocks on the window, which seems to be the sound of pushing the door. Is there a night guest coming to wake me up from my dream? Light the fire , brew a pot of hot tea, sit on the chair and wait quietly, waiting for the happy night guests.
In the dark night, I looked at the door and window, hoping to hear a call, hoping that a figure would come to me. In the quiet night, I waited quietly for the pleasure of the night guests. The cold wind knocked on the window, which seemed to be the sound of pushing the door open. It felt unusually warm to my ear drums. I believed that there would be night guests visiting.
I don’t believe that all night guests emerge like butterflies and go to sleep happily. I don’t believe that the darkness can dye through the radiance of the night pearl and blind the pure happiness. Waiting is the joyful expectation, waiting is the blessing of the soul. Waiting for the late night visit or encounter, I listen to the information on the doors and windows.
Waiting quietly, in the silent night, sadness entered the darkness of my heart. Sadness is like the air of haze that penetrates my pores and goes straight into my heart, creating a gloomy mist that envelopes my emotions. It is also like an invisible hand squeezing my heart from my chest, causing my heart to convulse. Shrinking, struggling on the edge of death. I don’t know the origin or meaning of this sadness, but I can’t refuse the oppression and desperate situation. In this silent night, I waited for the arrival of sorrow.
I lit the lamp, and the room was filled with light, resisting the darkness of the night. However, the sadness is still in my heart, sitting in front of me. So, I stood up and ran away, away from the sad situation. However, the sadness was roaring in my ears, making me unable to rest. My heart was still cramped and squeezed, and I knew it was still being squeezed and tortured. The night was silent, and I heard the sound of squeezing my heart being so ferocious.
I couldn't stand the torment of sorrow, and my heart was screaming, so I poured a lot of alcohol into the darkness of my heart and fell asleep drunk. In the silent night, I woke up, and sorrow came again, like a huge stone, pressing on my heart.
Turn on the lamp, and the room becomes bright, rejecting the darkness of the night.
My heart is dark, where is the light of my heart?
The long winter night, the cold wind, the doors and windows of my heart are open, how can I light up my heart? Lamp? I hope that my light will not drive away the darkness of my heart.
At this moment, a moth came in through the window and flew in the light of the lamp.
：Silent night
In a stormy night, a person listens to the rain quietly. The carefreeness, the meticulousness, the ethereal grace, are refreshing; the pure beauty, the persistence, the tranquility and piety, make people's hearts flutter; the transparency, the agility, the natural purity, the infinite beauty, make people happy and dripping with joy.
In this world, there is always a quiet corner. Let you be nostalgic, let you stay!
Behind the hustle and bustle, there is a calm heart, silently feeling and feeling sad; in the complicated gap, there is a pair of clear eyes, quietly appreciating and shining "The noisy turning around is a traceless wind, gently flowing and wandering." Let nature be in your heart, let the world be in silence, and let life be in silence. In fact, behind the world is another world.
In the silent night, listen to the ebb and flow of the wind and rain, the silent calls of the leaves as they sprout, the whispers of the willow leaves in the wind, and the lingering flowers falling to the ground and embracing each other in the air... Silence The night is silent, and the silent environment has a different kind of beauty!
In this night world, there is always a spiritual space that is silent. There is no need to complain about the darkness of the night. In fact, it is silent. Darkness is also a kind of practice. Everyone is actually a lonely traveler. Walking on the beach, the distant scenery is always in my heart, and I need to describe it in detail with my steps; wandering in the years, the big world is always in front of me, and I need to gradually experience it with my life; trekking on the road, the beautiful feelings are always by my side, and I need to Use your heart to slowly appreciate it. When you are tired, take a deep breath and you will feel relaxed; when you are cold, hold your hands tightly and you will feel warm; when you are bitter, just close your eyes and listen and you will feel happy!
Give me our thoughts at night In the space, the smart night elf whispers softly in your ear. It tells us: loneliness is also a kind of character and a kind of beauty! Just like the poplar standing in the desert, even if its roots extend into the dark center of the earth , even if no one cares about it, still looking towards the sun! Just like the graceful weeping willows, with water as their environment, they still live freely!
The silent night is the harbor where the soul returns, so there is no need for words. A smile at night, although no one sees it, may be the most beautiful scenery; a soft call may be the most beautiful expression; a tear may be the most beautiful feeling. Some memories are the most beautiful feelings! At night, you can make your heart soar. You can travel far and wide again and again to find the direction of your heart. You can wander again and again, returning to the hometown of your dreams. You can wander again and again. , come to wander in that distant place, the random thoughts at night, that may be a yearning that cannot be touched in a lifetime.
A wisp of night wind blurs the thoughts of the person who blows it.
The thick branches of the sparse forest fall with the wind and rain, whirling on the ground, without the faint moonlight, the night is still charming, but the silence always brings a touch of sadness; the mottled memories are thought about in the night rain, and the thoughts are crushed, but they are still far away. Still clear; the wind goes as it pleases, the rain comes as it pleases, I just want to listen carefully, travel through the years, and travel through myself.
Carrying the wind and holding the rain, the world with the ticking and the sound of rain is still silent. On this night, I want to raise a glass to the moon like Li Taibai, and make three shadows. It is not loneliness, but to Embrace this silent night until the sky is clear! I also want to be a little bat, flying alone in the dark night, soaring freely in the boundless darkness!
In the world of night There is always an unspeakable feeling here.
Standing in front of the silent night girl, I sometimes think deeply: This world is so beautiful. The silence at night makes the heart tranquil and thorough; the darkness at night makes people daydream infinitely and make them perseverant; a person walking on the road of silent night has a mind like the night, the silence like the night, and the heart like the night. State of mind, what kind of scenery, what kind of beauty, what kind of feelings!
In front of the boundless night, sometimes I suddenly understand: living is a kind of simple happiness . Living is a mood, being silent in loneliness and growing in silence!
In the silent night, the heart is actually walking, humming and singing along the way!
：Silent Night
On a snowy night, there were no pedestrians on the road, and occasionally cars passed by. Snow covers the ground, houses, and trees, and the quiet town is completely white, as if entering a dream-like world.
Two people were walking slowly in the distance, he and her.
They held an umbrella and walked slowly side by side, without speaking a word, only occasionally looking at each other, occasionally pausing and still looking at each other.
He asked in a low voice: Do you chat online?
Her: Chat!
Him: Have you met any netizens?
Her : I’ve seen it!
Him: Do you feel good?
Her: Okay! How about you?
Him: ... hesitating
< p> Stop and look at each other, his eyes giving off a subtle look.Still walking side by side, no words, just looking at each other occasionally, and still looking at each other when they stop.
He asked in a low voice: Have you ever had a relationship with a netizen?
Her: Yes!
Him: How is it now?
Her: It’s over!
Him: How do you feel?
Her: Happiness, pain, the more happiness, the more pain!
Stop and look at each other , his eyes gave a strange look.
Continuing to walk forward without saying a word, only stopping occasionally and looking at each other
He asked again: Have you ever had an office romance?
Her: Yes. But, what about you?
Him: ...Speechless.
Stopped and looked at each other, his eyes showing surprise.
On a cold snowy day, without a trace of wind, they continued to walk slowly.
The two got closer and closer, so close that they could hear each other's heartbeat. Unknowingly, she put her arm around his.
She asked softly: Does this feel good?
Him: OK!
Stopped and looked at each other, his eyes hinting of admiration.
They continued to walk forward without speaking a word, occasionally looking at each other, occasionally pausing and still looking at each other, but they could feel each other's hearts beating.
When she occasionally said a wisecrack, he would touch her head and neck with his warm hands. She is content, happy, and blessed. She likes this, likes this quiet night, likes the snow, likes holding an umbrella with him and walking like this holding his arm. She looks forward to walking like this forever.
It was late at night, and the snow was falling harder and harder. They did not feel the cold, so they walked, stopped, looked at each other, touched each other, and quietly enjoyed happiness in this silent night.
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