Listen, the sound of the night

Listen, the sound of the night

When I opened my eyes, the ceiling was blank and my head was blank. No nightmare, no thunder, no movement, but wake up without reason, and then insomnia without reason. Open the quilt, let the air-conditioner breathe out into the bed, a little trembling, sleepiness faded. Walking out of the room, I suddenly felt that the heating came on my face. The weather at the end of May was still hot and humid, which made me fidgety. Gently open the corridor of memory, let silent silence and silent thoughts haunt me. In the living room, the electric fan hanging on the wall, breathing angrily, appeared so clear and so hard in this silent night. The wavering curtain danced with the gentle airflow, hitting the cold window fence, trembling the loneliness of the night. In the dark, I was alone for a while, and there was silence outside the window. Looking down from the tall buildings, the streets which were originally full of traffic were desolate, and Only The Lonely Tree shadow reflected on the lonely road. A bright moon vaguely hid behind the sunset glow, peeping at the silence of the Earth. The road run over by wheels and washed by rain has been sleeping, waiting for the arrival of dawn. However, the future is always unknown, just like darkness, which makes me unable to see whether the road ahead is straight or tortuous. In the deep night, the heart is like a wave, the thoughts are like strings, thousands of words, and the complaints are endless. I haven’t felt the comfort of the night so quietly for a long time. And tonight, I just want to listen to the night. Thoughts are wandering in the Time Tunnel, feelings are spreading in the years and experiences, and many past events are wrapped in the heart like dead vines, scattered all over the floor. I have been used to groping alone in the dark night, trying to pry into the mystery of time, but I have never really listened to the silence left by everything in the world. It turned out to be so sweet and gentle. The noise of the world and the noise of Science and Technology cover all the natural rhythms from time to time. Only in the night, when all the voices fade away, can the sigh of the night be heard. In real life, I am a person who is good at listening and inarticulate. However, gradually, I found that silent four eyes were like each other, which was better than whispering in my ears; Silent silence was better than noisy falsity. Therefore, I learned how to really listen. The night is always so deep that I can’t understand it. I spent countless hours sitting alone in the dim place of the night, staring at the dark space, but I couldn’t see through the depth of the night. Occasionally, I will try to listen quietly to see if I can hear the sound of blessings swaying in the wind from the quiet surroundings. Who broke the heart of dead leaves in the middle of the night, making it burst into tears? Who infuriated the red glow in the sky and burst into roaring like waves? Who, ruthlessly confiscated all the voices, leaving only lonely footsteps, ticking and ticking? The crickets in the grass chant happily; The flowers in Bud silently look forward to the gentle touch of dew. Therefore, in the middle of the night, I heard countless voices that were hard to hear in the troubled city. When it rains, I always like to sit in front of the window in the middle of the night, listening to the feelings of the rain and playing a strange melody with the sadness in my heart. The sound of wind and rain interweaved into chaotic music, and the thunder of roaring was the beating drum of heaven. When all the voices have gradually disappeared, I will sow my favorite music, making my soul intoxicated in the broken heart. I still remember that night, I turned on the phone, plugged in the headset, and began to play the audio recorded by all my sisters for me, letting the warmth spread from my ears to my heart, and then roaming my limbs with the heartbeat. Whether it’s a hoarse and low voice, or a soul-stirring Bel Canto, a concern of Standard Mandarin, or a blessing with a local accent, every sentence, like a slender finger, with a perfect posture, gently fiddle with my heartstrings, and pop up the beautiful melody, just like the most beautiful music in the world, deep into my fragile heart and emotional heart. Therefore, I was drunk in the sound of care. Close your eyes and listen quietly to every warmth flowing like a stream or a floating cloud in your heart. My closed eyes were gradually moist and moved, and I was grateful to fill my chest. Let my thoughts draw a beautiful picture with every sincere word. There are green mountains, blue seas and blue sky. Every sister appears in front of me as if they were real. Gradually, I couldn’t hear what my sisters were saying, only the gentle and concerned whispers rang in my ears. In fact, what I listen to is not their words, but the most sincere care and the most gentle care hidden behind every sentence. When all the audio has been broadcast, I have stepped into my dream. Life is like a dream. Life needs to weave many dreams to move on. No matter it is a wild fantasy or a down-to-earth planning, dream is always the driving force for people to move forward and the waves in the sea, one after another. In my dream, I seemed to hear streams flowing through my feet, birds singing on the branches, the breeze soliciting leaves, and the flowers spreading freely. And all my sisters are by my side listening to a pleasant Symphony accompanied by nature. Only at this moment can we truly understand the artistic conception of silence over sound. Because, I heard the music that I hadn’t heard before. Time flies like an arrow. It’s been almost a year in QQ, isn’t it? At that time, in order to thank Mei Er and Sister Tao for their attention, I tried my best to get into QQ, made formal friends with them, and continued to get to know many sisters with different personalities, immerse yourself in a warm atmosphere. I seem to be a lonely guest in a foreign land, riding a lonely boat, floating in the lonely emptiness. I have no intention to come to this familiar but unfamiliar mainland. From then on, I bathed in their tenderness and felt the rare friendship in the world. And they always listen to my tearing heartbreak and lonely heart words quietly on the other side. Once, I felt a little dissatisfied with my vulgar net name. But now, I feel gratified for this. I know that far away in the north, when my sisters saw the bright moon in the sky, whether it was round, short, cloudy or sunny, they would think of a melancholy man in the South, looking at the starry sky silently, thinking about them. If they listened quietly like me, they would also hear the blessings I delivered to them in the wind 2012.06.02

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