Beautiful prose about night thoughts

Hazy and blurry is the color of the night; the faint fragrance is the fragrance of the night; the whisper of love is the language of the night; the starry sky is romantic, the poem of the night; looking at the moon and homesickness is the story of the night Every vibrating note is the melody of the night; integrating all this into the picture becomes a dynamic night picture. Below is what I brought to you for your enjoyment.

: The world at night

Whenever night falls, maybe because of my personality, I have a special emotion for the night. The night colors in each season give people different feelings. . With a calm and clear mind, facing the world of mortals, he freezes in an instant, and this love becomes a lingering feeling, a wisp of rare joy in life.

There seems to be a lot of rain this spring and everything is wet. That day, it rained heavily and continuously for a long time. It rained in torrents all day long. In this season when spring rain is as precious as oil, the elderly people said that they had never experienced such rain in decades. , people feel a long-lost joy and a longing for the whole spring.

After this spring rain, I made an appointment with a few friends in the evening and walked and talked on the paths in the fields. At this time, the wind that came was full of spring. While smelling the fresh earthy smell and watching the willow branches swaying in the wind, a kind of warmth arises in my heart. On the moist soil, stepping on the newly sprouted spring grass, I suddenly find a small flower that has just bloomed in the field. My heart is filled with trembling joy. I will stare at it for a long time, wanting to pick it but not daring to pick it, as if afraid of blasphemy. the sanctity of life.

Beside the long-lost ancient bridge, there are still incomplete old dreams. Flowers bloom and fall, spring and autumn come and go, but my heart remains the same.

When I was in high school, after dinner, several of our close classmates would often walk out of school, and the rhythm of the song "Young Friends Come to Meet" would often make our hearts swell.

"In another twenty years, we will meet and raise glasses to invite heroes. Who does the glory belong to? It belongs to me, to you, to the new generation of the 1980s...", the song floated outside the school On the trail, a joke in class or an ancient poem can start everyone's conversation, from bits and pieces of study to anecdotes in the streets. Young hearts are always surging with the passion of youth, "pointing the country, inspiring words, and the dust of thousands of households", and the lofty talks together have become the smoke of time. Nowadays, it is difficult to meet many classmates, and the ambitions that lingered in my heart are like the spring breeze at night. There was a girl with a good relationship and big eyes who went to the provincial capital to study in the spring. She once said: We are an unbreakable group of molecules, but at that moment it disappeared like clouds of smoke. Whenever the spring breeze blows in the willows, I can always think of her beautiful big eyes.

On summer nights, the wind is always so enthusiastic and fills you with passion. Even on a windless day, there is still a heat wave surrounding you. The streets and alleys are full of people coming out to enjoy the cool air. People sit together playing cards and chatting about everything from national policies to the fluctuations in the price of firewood, rice, oil and salt. During the discussion, sometimes we would get red-faced and break up unhappy tonight, but we would still come back tomorrow night and still chat together, never caring about it.

At this time, the most lively thing was the square. The young wives and aunts, as well as the elderly aunts, sometimes beat big drums and gongs, and sang along with the music played on the speakers. The music, the rhythm of gongs and drums, the moving square dance, under the shining lights, the fit figures show off the enchantment of women, and the cute children, their twisting dance steps, add to the happy atmosphere, People's healthy dancing postures, happy smiles, and sweet singing ignited the summer night sky.

The cool breeze blows, and only the unpredictable night sky can attract people's good feelings. The stars are crystal clear, the sky is blue, the ocean is as affectionate as the sea, and the twinkling stars are like talking eyes, bright and clear. The moon is like a tender woman like water... When the song "Moonlight over the Lotus Pond" floated into my ear drums from the square, it immediately reminded me of the hundred-acre lotus pond I had been to. Under the moonlight, there were summer lotus flowers and fields of lotus leaves. Under the hazy leaves, clear waves rippled, embracing the bright moon, humming and whispering, quietly enjoying this unique scenery in the quiet night, and dancing with the dragonfly on the lotus leaf.

Walking by the lotus pond, circling flowers and trees, jumping over rocks, my heart is like a stream, as clear as a mirror, experiencing everything I encounter, liking without possessing, and splashing with joy. The ripples have long since turned into dew among the flowers. The notes written into my memory have become gentle lines of poetry, permeating the road of time.

The sky in this season is like a child's face. It changes at a moment's notice. More and more clouds accumulate in the night sky in the evening. A gust of wind takes away a heat wave, which makes people enjoying the coolness cry out and rumble. , after the thunder, the raindrops also followed, and the rain poured down. As for those innocent children, they are always attached to the moment when the rain comes, playing to their heart's content, and would rather get wet before going home happily.

The rain at this time came and went in a hurry. It fell with great momentum, stopped without any worries, and showed no coy gesture. It was like the bold character of the people in the northwest, coming and going straight. Don’t beat around the bush.

Autumn nights arouse my memories of love. On an autumn night, coming out of the cinema in the ancient city, I gently hummed the theme song of the movie, still immersed in the story. Carefully, the bicycle I was riding knocked down a girl, and then, feeling anxious, I helped her treat her injuries at the hospital and sent her home. Unexpectedly, they would later have a romantic youthful relationship with each other.

After get off work, we often watch movies together. The familiar scenes in the movie often make us talk endlessly. The cool night breeze seems to be a little chilly, so I don’t hesitate. He took off his coat and put it on her body decisively. Unknowingly, he began a long journey of love. Many evenings, we ride bicycles, go to movie theaters, parks, and on the field ridges in the countryside, leaving behind us a string of happy figures.

After three years of arduous journey in love, I got the love I wanted.

Many years later, I am still standing in the autumn night. The branches are full of fruits and the orchard is fragrant. My life has entered middle age. Many past events seem to have happened yesterday. It is true that the years are like smoke and cannot be cut.

In the night, the cool autumn wind comforts your impetuous heart. Pick up a fallen flower, hold the stick in your hand, and smell the fragrance of nature; pick up a fallen leaf and observe its beauty. Appreciate the mystery of life contained in the veins of leaves, feel the cycle of seasons under the autumn rain drenching an umbrella. In this quiet night, I keep a pure land of my soul alone, gaze at the starry sky again, let the moonlight carry my innocent longing, look at the moon and feel homesick, hum the moving melody, and feel every rise of life.

On a winter night, close the curtains, turn on the wall lamp, sit on the bed, open a book, immerse yourself in the writings of literati, and experience the world. The world is huge, and I want to see it. For various reasons The untouchable outside world. When I was sleepy, I put the book on my face and had a beautiful dream accompanied by the rich fragrance of ink. I dreamed of the bright sun rising and beautiful flowers blooming. I dreamed of Li Bai standing on the bank of the raging Yellow River and singing loudly: "The Story of the Yellow River" Water comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return. I dreamed that the charming mountain goddess in Qu Yuan's "Mountain Ghost" led a group of mountain elves, dancing and singing under the big trees on the top of the mountain. The dance made my heart feel like a clear blue lake, and the singing made my heart sing. Breeds the floral scent of hazelnut.

When I woke up from the dream, the first snowfall was coming quietly. I walked out of the house and walked in the yard covered with thin snow. Looking at the cheerful expression, I imagined myself turning into a snowflake, dancing in the night sky. .

Then, come back from outside and make snow and tea in your own little world. Watching the tea leaves stretching and flipping lightly, up and down, fluttering like butterflies, as nimble as swallows, as delicate as beautiful women, they turned into a Tang poem, a line of Song poems, and a rich history of Chinese culture, until it was like suffocating outside. The flying snow fell quietly and stopped at the bottom of the cup. The green tea color was a scenery in itself. When the lid was opened, the tea flavor was refreshing. At this time, the cabin was filled with the fragrance of tea. Then drink tea and listen to the snow! Thinking about the jackdaws on the bare branches? No, I will calmly review myself, past failures, wake up after tears, thinking about the passing of time, I did it again Those meaningful things will make you feel more comfortable and less guilty in the future.

In the depths of the fireworks, make a pot of light tea. Whether you come or not, I will be waiting for you in the fragrance of tea.

A person who does not believe in fate at first will become convinced by the cause and effect of spring and autumn and the flowers blooming and falling as time goes by. The past time is a romance that can never be returned.

When people reach a certain age, they pursue a kind of calmness and peace of mind, and then turn around gorgeously. The day of encounter does not seek to be grand, but hopes to be ordinary and watch each other grow old together.

The snow has been flying all night, giving people who got up early a new surprise, and making my heart the happiest and holy again.

In the world at night, I like to shut myself in my study and open the windows. The sky becomes hazy and beautiful. I just need to pick up a ray of moonlight and place it under my pen. A piece of scattered beautiful words flows out. All the sounds gradually became silent, and all the noise turned into soft music. At this time, standing in the wind of time, I seemed to hear the pulse coming from the earth.

: The beauty of the night

It’s midnight again, sleepless. Or maybe I'm torturing myself. But if you just follow the so-called fate and drift with the tide, ask your soul, are you willing?

The habit of staying up late has been in my memory since I was a primary school student. At that time, the sky was still blue, and you could still see small fish playing in the river. You could see occasional transparent shrimps crawling slowly in the fine sand at the bottom, and aquatic plants following the slow flow of water. Swaying. At that time, there was a plane flying over in the sky, and there would be a long white tail. My friends and I kept raising our heads, looking at the direction of the plane, watching the white tail keep appearing and slowly dissipating. Until the plane slowly disappeared into a dot, slowly disappearing from the field of vision. At that time, I competed with my friends to see who could persist until others could no longer see the plane while I could still see it, even if it was just in my mind. That blurred bright spot.

It’s rare to wait until a Sunday when there is no current double holiday system, it is still a single holiday. It is so exciting during the day, not to mention the more beautiful night, playing hide and seek among the grass mounds in the village. Go to the woods to catch cicadas. Cicadas at that time are equivalent to a delicious meal. Until very late, one of my friends exclaimed that today’s homework has not been done yet. Tomorrow when the teacher will check it in person, the homework is usually checked by the student’s team leader, and finally the results are reported to the teacher, so everyone They all quickly dispersed, and went home and started writing homework at a simple table. In that era, there was no concept of reducing the burden on students, so the homework burden on students was still quite heavy. Plus, there was a couple who would be the future of their lives. Parents who place all their ambitions on their children. So it was normal for homework to be written at 9:30 to 10 pm, or even later. As a result, I gradually developed the habit of studying at night, and slowly began to enjoy the unique tranquility and warmth of the night, which is a feeling that cannot be experienced under the busy sunshine.

Maybe it’s because I’m getting older day by day, maybe it’s because my heart is getting older, but in the depths of my mind, more and more things and scenes from my childhood hometown begin to emerge. I began to think more and more about my parents, who were getting older and in poor health as the years passed. A certain writer said that when a person starts to miss the past more and more, it proves that he is getting old. Maybe the unknown guy was right. The most obvious sign when a person begins to grow old is that he becomes more and more nostalgic, and his body functions slowly begin to slow down.

But what’s wrong with getting older? With more and more memories, you can slow down, sort out your memories and thoughts quietly, and slowly savor the ups and downs of the past. Sometimes life is like a piece of Pu'er. The older the tea is brewed, the more mellow and fragrant it becomes. Of course, not everyone has the corresponding level to appreciate this kind of fragrance. It also requires people who understand it to appreciate it slowly. Slowly explain the wasted years for it. Just like the night now, it is quiet and mysterious, allowing the heart to relax and blend into its chest.

Forget the all-powerful situation during the day, forget the humiliation during the day, forget the inability to control yourself during the day, in this quiet or peaceful night, everything seems to be the true flow of life, and it is also the eternal destination of life. , at this moment, I am the night sky, and this night sky is me. Occasionally the wind blows by, caressing your face. Then you are lucky, because you are lucky enough to once again taste the caress of your mother's hands when you were a child. At that time, your mother was still young, and her hands were still smooth and delicate, without wrinkles or cracks. , at that time, the carving knives of time had not yet carved out the flowers in my mother’s hands.

I have been feeling an impulse recently, as if there is a voice in my ears and in my heart constantly calling, go back, go back, this is not your Garden of Eden, this is not the paradise of your soul, this is not you The paradise of first dreams.

Go back, go back home, go back to that place where although it is poor and dilapidated, there are your dreams, the parents who brought you into this world, the river that you are deeply attached to, and the cicadas that you will never forget. The scent of your lingering soul lingers in the air there. In this place now, you are struggling so much and so full of helplessness, why bother to persevere anymore. Go back, that is home, the real home, not here, a small grid made of reinforced concrete.

Some time ago, a female teacher’s resignation letter “The world is so big, I want to see it” went viral on the Internet. If you think about it carefully, what is everyone’s intention when spreading this information? What about the mentality? Perhaps most of them are just watching the excitement, but deep down in their hearts, these people watching the excitement may also have a similarly throbbing heart, but they just don’t have the courage to face it. So I can only envy you, and I can only silently enjoy this freedom and ease that I can't look directly at. The world is tiring, just like a fish in the tide. How many people can live for the sake of living openly and freely? Just like in the daytime, knowing clearly that it is not what one wants, but having to do it, with all the worries. Tired and scarred when we reach the dark night, it is a pity that we no longer have the energy to appreciate the tranquility and charm of the night, let alone enjoy it.

Tonight’s night is so beautiful and so charming. Looking at the night sky, in the distance, there are a few stars twinkling...

: A person’s night

Today, I got off work earlier than usual, and the sky was a little gloomy. I felt a little sad walking with my backpack on the busy street. I felt that I was so small in the endless flow of people. My humble life adapts to this. A cruel world, terrible loneliness.

The big cypress trees on both sides of the road accompany me in my anxiety and sadness. At this time, listening to Jay Chou's "Blue and White Porcelain" has a unique Chinese style, and also has a strange mood of living in the deep mountains and old forests. I am enjoying myself in my dreams. At this time, there is no longer the loneliness of the dead vines and the old trees, and the loneliness of the dusky crows is also different from the desolation of the ancient west wind and the thin horse. Quietly, I feel the silence of the bustling city and the dispersed fragrance.

As I walked, the clouds in the sky also shed their gorgeous clothes. It turned out that the sky had darkened and it was night. Unconsciously, I still feel tired after walking too much, so I go to rest on the stone bench I often sit on. At this time, there are a few eye-catching stars in the sky. They are so bright and clear, but no matter how bright they are, they can't illuminate the only part of my heart. Loneliness that I know myself.

Such crystal clear pain is buried in the deepest part of my heart, unable to get in or out. After sitting for a long time, you will also hear the sparse and special songs of insects and birds, and this sentimental night composed a discordant "Chinese style" that belongs only to me. In fact, the weather today is hot and dry, but the gentle breeze in the evening is like a clear spring washing away the unknown pain deep in my heart, and I feel a little relieved.

Gradually, the night got deeper. The only ones accompanying me are the few stars in the distance. Suddenly I remembered that people of the older generation said that when people die, they will turn into stars in the sky. I wonder if I will be like this many years later. After death, everything will fly away with the wind and turn into stars in the sky. In this way, year after year, the wheels keep company with the stars and dance with the blue sky. Brilliant in every life. I am thinking that many times what people pursue is only reputation, interests, status, money, and vanity, but few of them live for themselves.

My whole life is just for the vanity of comparison and making myself live a better life. In today's materialistic society, love is insignificant in the face of money. There is no true love, no flowers before and under the moon, and no vows of eternal love. In addition to love, friendship is also about not using analogies or gathering things. Even if there is so-called friendship between people of the same social value, it is only a social benefit value or has a deeper meaning, right? What about family ties? The so-called brothers settle accounts, even if they have a so-called friendship. So what if someone is born in a mother's womb? Have there been few means of murdering the father since ancient times?

All of this is based on the fact that society is reality, and people have lost their self-evaluation value on the excuse that they will be destroyed by heaven and earth for themselves. . Haha, think about how I was once such a person. What right do you have to say anything about others now? Or maybe not everyone is like this because I thought too much tonight. But now my thoughts have changed a bit...

On such a night, how many people are watching and how many people are reflecting. Maybe they are all feasting, maybe they are frustrated in love, drunk and dreaming, or maybe they are in a certain place. In this situation, people are eager for quick success and are influenced by the desire for gain.

Are all these possible?

At this moment *** On a night like this, I just want to have an innocent heart, forget all the trivial matters in the world, and treat the deepest self in my heart with the most sincere state of mind. Just like the stars dotted with tears, even if they are short-lived, they have no regrets in this life, and they still listen to the rain and falling flowers in a dimly lit place.

It seems that all the moods are silent. Watch the continuous spring rain and the prosperous scenery, listen to the chirping of summer cicadas, watch the autumn maples and falling leaves sending geese flying thousands of miles away, and watch the winter snow and beautiful mountains and rivers thousands of miles away.