Evening

Walking on the tree-lined Stone Road in the community, the clouds in the West are moving. People who come back one after another are twos and threes. The green grass is very clean, and two yellow and fat dogs are chasing each other twisting their hips. It was dusk, and the sky was still on, but the street lamps had been turned on. Looking at the highest floor, I looked up and watched. A round of moon and a half were looming. It was the time when day and night were handed over, some details have exposed the characteristics of the night, such as those flowers and trees at the corner of the building, which gradually lost their bright colors. The continuous rain for many days washed the scenery figures carefully. The calmness and magnificence at this time were still peaceful and quiet. I used to take a walk before, but in recent years, some of them were not used to it, the change of environment, the automatic update of people’s behavior, adding and deleting sometimes do not ask for your advice, and occasionally some aftertaste, even cause the exploration and emotion in the bottom of my heart. Several stone round stools were waiting at the roadside. The smooth face was solid and reliable. My mind lingered in the deep place, but it was like a light kite. The soft loafers and loose round-neck T-shirts, when I raised my little flat head, the world was gradually dark and stroked my cheek. Only when we are alone can we learn to enjoy, enjoy quietness and freedom, including the thoughts and hopes that are closest to ourselves. The sky went deeper, crossed my shoulder and printed my silhouette on a wall. I didn’t move. I observed my shadow as if it was another me, just no details, only outline. People always hide themselves under the light. Thoughts and privacy in the dark are their secrets. When we face familiar and unfamiliar faces with smiles and moving words, the cordon in the inner heart has been erected. Sometimes, friends in the dark night are more honest. The figures are integrated without exaggeration and performance. The Moonlight is swaying. Behind the moon, our mind is real and credible. In the dark night, the jointing of some flowers and plants can be clearly distinguished. Unless death, there is no power to stop life. Time slips in the sand table in summer, the sunset is drunk, there is no more fickleness and publicity of yesterday, the dark red sky shows some calm appearance, maybe it must experience the conversion of day and night, more things have perfect explanations, intuitive and hidden different versions, which can provide us with selected channels. You can’t just watch one show, other programs played by rolling will also be presented successively. We have the right to choose, but we don’t have the right to decide. In the Four Seasons of Life, the stars move around. Fate is in our own hands, but fate cannot be played. Today’s buildings are getting higher and higher. In a sense, it seems to be the real heaven and earth. Looking from a low place, the towering buildings are actually the Sky Homes. When you bend your head from a high place, the lights are on for the first time, with both voice and emotion, the mortal world has also built a paradise. We can’t deny that our living environment, compared with our ancestors, has been somewhat decent. We should realize the happiness of health and safety, the most basic happiness. If we adjust our mentality well, life will be much simpler. Along the way from the dusk, the impression of time went with each other. My posture of smoking disappeared in the darker and darker atmosphere. Time is also dying out. Many windows opened their eyes as if they had just woken up. Walking silently at night, I knew that there must be many miracles happening.

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