Of the night raving

These days, the mood is neither good nor bad, between the two. Instead of the so-called balance, the Weng had some kind of gentle passivity, and the bias was from the immediate urge, which was extremely natural. This is like in the morning light, a boat boasts in the sparkling water of thousands of hectares, the fog is the separation of Qingfen, and the steam is the hair of Huizhi. Light is the word of spring, wind is the rhyme of spring, go without going, swing without swinging. Integration in, all yi shun gas follows, is not he not this, things I Same, seamless and a. However, Wu Weng is such a blend. The hair of words is driven by grass rather than subjective. Sitting in the boat, without oars or poles, everything is from the nature of water, everything is not against the tendency, like clouds come and the moon hides, clouds go and the moon appears. Follow, Echo, not forced, if leaves rustle from the wind, butterflies spring together because of the fragrance of flowers. You don’t have to squeeze your heart, you don’t have to lose your brain, and you will be willful and unrestrained or willful. It is also harmless to any oppressive knock or brutal jumping of frog Buchan if the pond is yellow at first, and it is empty and crumpled with water, the water is quiet. If you want to settle down, it is really difficult to do something. Even the simplest thing is not how to pave the way, how to start, not to mention the process, or even how to end. Some plans are always hesitating and dying. Alas, people make people complicated. Fickle and created vanity, so confused, people can’t see through each other. People seem to be in the task. Are people struggling and living a life? People, most of them have left the customs and become secular. Because of many useless behaviors, they consume the energy of life. A immature face is endowed with the task of life without a happy smile. Explore the ideal in the so-called text, and design the life with the knowledge far away from the real life needs. Busy for the task, disobeying the inner heart, and far away from the sky, and no longer having a complete self. It seems that a lot of things lack the minimum procedure. Growing up in speed simplifies the necessary process. Technical means accelerate the ripening of fruits and vegetables, and their color is bright, which confuses our understanding and distinction of seasons. The so-called science and technology, simply imitating or making natural results, has deeply blinded many people’s eyes or memories. It seems that the superficial brilliance has occupied human feelings. If so, the future cannot be speculated based on the images seen. As for miweng, at all ages, there seems to be no more intense emotions and sudden actions, but the evolution of the times. I looked at those weak movements, those colors of continuity and order, those words of similar feelings, the simplicity of heir tradition and the experience of ordinary life, though all were like seeds, maintain the shape of the essence, but there are also some deficiencies in the real-time environment. In fact, every day, for a careful person, it is not consistent. The difference is covered up by carelessness. There is no need to accumulate too many differences before you find that the world has changed. If there is no difference from the abnormal state, mark it. Then, paleness and slackness are the same as the harm of bacteria to things and cold wave to green! Mountain and wild, still follow the law of nature to rotate the four order. At the beginning of the cooking smoke, melons and fruits are sweet, moistening the ordinary life. Wu Weng, at night, is the most dispersed person. The night can accommodate many things, even absurdity. I can go out of the cottage, stand in the night, look at the fluorescent light and think, enjoy the breeze and cherish the old friend. You can also be alone in the gaokang of the night, hum songs that are not songs, and sing poems that are not poems. Tonight, the sky is gray and blue, which is somewhat harmonious with the dark ink on the Earth’s surface. However, stars are speechless, not like the Earth’s surface, full of dense voices. Wu Weng, as if, was forced by those voices. It looks like a curtain, without any space, the wind can not pass through, nor can it penetrate. I couldn’t say anything, and couldn’t make a sound. All of them were blocked in my heart. I can’t speak, and I am rejected. On the edge of fortune and misfortune, between sorrow and happiness, I carry the weight without reason. At this time, any black, any dark, no effect. Tranquility is only the appearance. Those attached to it are dusty and covered with dirt. Fortunately, it’s a little cool. Otherwise, in the boiling wave of the sound, the heart is uneasy, and there will be some purple scars. By midnight, the voice was scattered, not necessarily windy, just wearing a single shirt, which made me feel a little cold. Through the window curtain, The Soft Moon and the warm face, the Kinder, the Weng never avoids the cover of the moonlight, and he is afraid that it will be dyed like Frost. At that night, especially at this moment, the moon passes through the light of the cloud, and there is no movement at all. Is the light of the cloud not the fresh smell of the Dew? I can’t see it clearly. The Moonlight is hazy. Under it, the scenery can only see the outline. Moreover, the vagueness in the heart of miweng was all in the essence, and he washed. For me, I can feel that the color and shape of the night region are very uniform. I can’t see clearly what I am and what I am, so there is a gap of imagination. There is no doubt that at night, there is no intention to reject the Weng at all. On the contrary, the cells in my life are moistened with light and slow dilution concentration, just like the Hui Ze to the tree mustard. At night, moneyard is free of thought. Doubt two, wrong, how to answer? Consult Mingyue on the top, consult Liuquan on the bottom. Except for the animals in the night, the small pool swirls, crumpled the moon near the water, and the water comes, everything is soft and charming; Except for the flying feathers in the night, the branches of the black leaves, han fen yu tu. At least, there is a kind of taste of recalling, mutual talk in mind, calmness is more than sadness, yearning is more than Review. If everything is quiet, all ears will rest. There will be people who sing in the moon, and they will offer sacrifices or inquire at night with silence like the moonlight touching the clear water. Miscellaneous or numerous, in the world, there seems to be a lack of peace of true meaning. All desires lit the fire in the eyes. What would it be like to hide without night or bury deeply at night? I walked through at night, and the Moonlight dyed my whole body. If I meet a helpless person, how can I face his melancholy? If I meet someone who is so lonely that I have to talk to him, how can I deal with it? It can’t be avoided, but there is no word. What kind of reading will the window lattice and the still light read this night? The profit and loss of people from things, or the gain and loss of things from people, will not have the equivalent effect. People’s psychology is gradually empty; Things are gradually declining. How to interpret this? Wu Weng felt that some kind of indication was sucking the depressed energy, and began to swell, which might be exposed to crack at any time. 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