Night, I fell in love with it

The night came quietly. On a night like spring, the night was hazy, the moonlight was soft, and the sky decorated with stars was shining with a little afterglow. The night in the city is not quiet, and it is still noisy. For the city night people who like the night owl life, it is a good time. Night, coming, I am not afraid of the night, in fact, only night, no black. The light was transparent, the community was boisterous and boiling, the dim street lamp lowered his head and stared at this wonderful and romantic world with his eyes wide open until early morning, when the sun yawned and my heart peaked out, I put away my tired eyes and fell asleep! Although the night came, the whole world was not silent because of the coming of the night. I stayed at home quietly, watching men and women immersed themselves in their own entertainment world and never bored with it, the big man was delighted in talking about the game, forgetting his wife who was stunned in the sofa in the living room. The little man followed the computer to learn English, ABC followed the rainbow cat and blue rabbit to learn dancing, watching the joyful fight to win the Big Wolf, clapping hands and dancing, pushing the poor mother out of the room, dominating the team! The night finally calmed down, but my heart was hard to calm down. I thought the world was sleeping, and my heart was calm, but I didn’t know that it was when the night really came, the heart was released, and the most primitive Real Night was released. When it was deep, men, big or small, had snored evenly. I got out of their arms and quietly came to the computer alone. I was very sad to find that I didn’t belong to myself. I belonged to work during the day, and the endless busyness swept me ruthlessly; At night, I belonged to my family, and men, big and small, were dominant, I couldn’t bear the gap of needle piercing; I looked through the books turned yellow by me silently, but I couldn’t read a single word. The night was quiet, and there was still Silver outside the window. The Moonlight was soft and quiet with me. Wearing headphones, I still chose songs from the 70s. I was not from that era, but I love old songs. Only these songs can arouse my resonance and stabilize my heart! At night, it was finally quiet. Although there were occasional whistles of cars and occasionally tiny footsteps of pedestrians, I could not hear any noise. Because my habit of listening to music is to turn my voice to the maximum, lingering in my ears repeatedly, driving away all tiredness and tension! At night, I fell in love inexplicably. At this time, I didn’t imprison my mind because of my busy work or distort my fantasy because of my tense life. At this time, I am free and relaxed. I can release my mind and capture my mood and words! Night brings me into my memory, thinking of the surging shadow in my life, is it still deep in my heart? The tall boy who followed me in middle school; The boy who wrote a love letter for the first time; The boy who gave me a black alarm clock on his birthday; The flower season at the age of 18, the man I have a bitter crush on may be at a certain age who likes nostalgia. He likes to remember himself who was once young and the unrestrained youth. These traces linger in his mind, little by little hovering in my mind, inadvertently, with the mood pouring out! It is always beautiful to have memories and good to have records. Several years later, when I faced these diaries which recorded my life again, looking at these memories of youth, budding emotions and ignorant impulses, whether I will tears? Night releases my emotions and comforts my restless heart. I am used to presenting my happy and positive side to everyone every day. I am used to writing diaries at night, leaving fragments for my own life. I share happiness with others. Sadness is stored in my deep heart. Write it in the diary, let them be relieved in the words, let them be softened by the words, and finally turn into ashes and vanish! Night became the object of my talk. I poured out all the troubles and frustrations in my life and work, and poured my head into the night. The real thoughts and thoughts in one’s heart cannot be understood and experienced by others. Everyone is busy and tired in life. Who has time and energy to listen to your nagging? To listen to your bitter water? I would rather hide them in the diary and hide them in the words! I would rather bury them deep in the dark night! At night, I was crazy about it. I was free and free. My heart was flying without restraint, worry, struggle, complexity, helplessness and frustration. Only music, only words, only peace of mind! Happiness, sadness, happiness and loneliness are the only thing that can really penetrate the heart; Only you can know whether it is good, bad, happy or hurt; You have to experience a lot of things every day, happy, unhappy, all settle down in my heart. You live your life by yourself, your emotions are controlled by yourself, and your emotions are controlled by yourself! If you want to laugh, choose to be happy; If you want to cry, choose to be sad. Laughing and crying are all in your mind! I want to laugh today, so I choose to be happy! I want to laugh every day. I wonder if I can choose happiness every day? In such a realistic society, I hope that I can keep my purity and kindness as always, still as innocent as azaleas! Night, I fell in love with it Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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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For whom?

On this day, when I just came back, as usual, the first thing I had to do was to go to my dormitory to have a look at my pot of orchid. Open my cabin —- Xinzhai Ju, ah? A fragrance comes to my nose! I was so excited that I hurried to the orchid beside the window, looked and looked, smelt and smelt. Staring at the only blooming orchid, I am really happy. Eagerly, I kissed and kissed the slightly pink petals with slight yellow in thousands of times with warm eyes, and deeply breathed the unique fragrance. A person was completely intoxicated! I don’t know what kind of face I am at this moment, maybe it is ugly, maybe it is the most naive smile, but I have indeed forgotten where I am. It seems that I am no longer me, but a stream of airflow drifting, blending with the fragrance of orchid. I am happy, this feeling is wonderful. If you plant this pot of orchid, what you can do is just watering it. In those hot days, what worries me most is that after leaving for a few days, I will come back to see it wither. Fortunately, such a thing did not happen. What annoys me most is the annoying lampblack of my neighbor. Whenever the smoke came, I had to move it away from the table beside the window and under my bed to avoid the harm of the hateful dirt. In addition, I just looked at it and the green orchid leaves, and my heart would be filled with comfort. Although it can’t talk to me, I can always think alone when watching it. Because I am actually a layman of Yanglan, and I don’t know that it will bloom one day. Therefore, the mood of expecting flowers to bloom is relatively indifferent. As long as you see its green color, you will be satisfied. However, it has blossomed! This is really a surprise, is it specially for me? 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. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

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. 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. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…