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

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