A person walking

The night in the small town is gentle and quiet. A man wandered aimlessly on the street, watching the flashing lights and the dim night. Along the street, numerous shops were brightly lit. The shopkeepers who had been busy for a whole day turned off their loud voices to attract customers quietly, not knowing whether they were tired or satisfied with the harvest during the day, sitting, standing, or packing around, preparing for closing. On the road, the passing vehicles were no longer as reckless and impatient as they were in the daytime, and they all drove past in a orderly manner. The people in the car had been busy for a day, and they were already eager to return, because in the direction of home, there was a warm light calling them affectionately. In the distance, along both sides of the river, the lights were bright and the Willows were swaying. On the Bank Square, leisurely and rich people are dancing with the beautiful music. I like it very much, such a time, such a walking. The gate of memory can be opened at will at this time, letting the fragments of the old days swim freely in my mind. It will not hit rocks, and no one will be disturbed. I can’t remember when I started, and I like walking alone. I only remember that when I was a student many years ago, as long as I went out, I must be in groups, chattering all the way, like a group of happy birds. Even if I bought clothes and ate, it was the decision of the minority to obey the majority. The sunshine was very bright at that time, and the world was very pure at that time. Walking out of a pure land and stepping into the noisy world of mortals, we also got married with loneliness. In the early days, I lived in the narrow little world in the corner of the small town, devoting the most beautiful youth of my life to a devout job and a steadfast waiting, waiting for a beautiful and distant love blocked by time and space. During the days and nights of more than one thousand or five hundred days and nights, after work, I heard the sisters around me tell their love stories happily. When the night fell, they saw their skirts fluttering like butterflies flying out of the yard and rushing to the sweet date. Every time at that time, a burst of hurried and cheerful footsteps, like whips and hammers, beat a lonely heart, and red lovesickness scattered all over the floor. When everything is quiet, when there is only one person left in the world, turn back, close the door, silently, write the silent sigh and deep thoughts into the diary. Maybe since then, I have been used to being alone. Stay alone, stay alone, come alone, go alone. Because there is a love buried in the bottom of my heart. Even though the world of mortals is rolling and dazzling, I still keep a sober mind all the time and stick to that loneliness and loneliness willingly. Persistent and no regrets. As time goes by, when the story of youth has passed, life gives off the mellow fragrance of daily necessities, but one’s state has not changed. Everything, always, seems to be just a person in action. One person, shopping, shopping, walking, doing anything that one can do. A person is real and casual. You can do things with your own temperament, cooking, cooking, watering flowers, raising fish, reading sentimental love stories, and writing petty bourgeois words. If you do nothing, leave your brain blank. Habit. Seeing the situation that girls go shopping together after work or couples of all ages go in and out together and love each other, the calm heart has already been upset. Even if you are in a noisy place, the surrounding crowd is bustling, and the deskmates meet with each other, and the greetings are boiling, you can still sit quietly and watch calmly, just like staying out. I lack enthusiasm for some life plots that people are keen on. Originally, life is lonely. A person, no matter the loneliness and helplessness when he is frustrated or the proud scenery when he is successful, only he knows his own taste. Although some people enjoy the support like stars and moon, how many people can really understand his thoughts, soul and emotions? In this world, how many people can let him open his heart and treat him sincerely? Let alone the poor and humble people, who is willing to spend some time listening to their voices attentively? Looking around, how many people are walking alone. Body or soul. The situation of a person is very beautiful, very cold. Just like tonight, a person walks on the street quietly, like a fish who is ignorant of the world, swimming freely in the ocean of the night, enjoying it alone, and the night is beautiful. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. 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