Night and Ashes

The moon hasn’t risen yet, and the city lights squeeze the darkness to a place without light, which must be black in the dark. More figures travel between light and dark, so do I. I often stop to look at something. Then, I walked casually and thought about something. The dark blue night sky is like a curtain without light, covering the endless cold High, where there is a river composed of countless stars. On the night of early October and winter, this river passes through the coldness of Wu Lan and the loneliness of Wu Lan from west to east in irregular directions. My sight is surpassing a trivial and tiny me. I feel my body is weathered like a wall brick, and my sight is like a broken kite, chasing the river with no starting point or ending point, wandering in an unknown direction. I know that the flying of sight is not equal to the flying of the body on which the mind depends. On the night of early winter, my existence doesn’t matter as much as I don’t need to exist. I stood by the road, and cars roared one after another. I was like a concrete pole in the night or a dusty tree, while more people are riding bicycles with their feet fiercely, looking for the preface road from the supportive traffic flow, the harsh friction caused by the emergency brake, and the cycling people are like running deer, the danger of the moment has been left behind the back. I am thinking about my existence. On the night of early winter, how many times have I gained from running and chasing a man who has lived in the world for more than 40 years? My memory checked the bill for me and found nothing. In the daytime, I stared at the Wilderness in early winter. It was yellow, lonely and empty. The leaves of shrubs were falling at an accelerated speed, and there was no fruit I had seen on the bare branches. If I want to tell frankly that I have gained something during the Spring and Autumn period of more than 40 years, I still have to answer like this. I am running a 40-year-old Zero. The operation mentioned here is also not the operation that merchants simply aim at obtaining. I understand that this zero is in opposition with me more often. In the physical moment, I painted it with colorful patterns symbolizing fame and wealth and money. Then, I went to sleep with yawns, when I woke up, the Zero had risen to the metaphysical height. I saw everything I drew turned into dark clouds and smoke at that height, and then fell into silence. The wind blowing for me this night was cold and sharp. My head shrank in my collar, just like a tree retreating its branches stretching too far. At this moment, the moon illuminating others has no intention to shine on my hair and body. The moon is like a silvery cat, whose light is so quiet and serene. From all nights to this night, and later nights, it will always be the pet in the eyes of the rich, guarding the dream for him or her and decorating the dream. While the poor had something to do under the moonlight. The lights on the construction site were dim. On the tripod, I heard the sound of teeth trembling from the wind. A walking tractor carrying vegetables, the moonlight lit up the green leaves, the driver’s head was rubber tires, and the black face flashed past me. The moon is obviously not my pet either. My dream is simple and does not need the retouching of light. My dream is as simple as grass in the cotton quilt. It is enough to have a light green grass on the black and desolate background. Old Cotton is the most beautiful flower in the wilderness of my dream. This is the cotton planted by my grandfather. It warms my heart and soul on this winter night, making me remember the essence of being a human being, don’t be overjoyed at any time. I will have a short conversation with my old grandfather who has passed away for many years at this winter night or at this ugly time. It was the night of lunar October 15. Some people burned yellow paper and set off firecrackers in front of their own doors, and ashes flew in the cold wind. I didn’t know whether people were missing or praying for something. What can this way bring to the alive or the dead? I stepped on the Moonlight on the Ashes and walked towards my apartment building silently. 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. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. 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