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Heart Night Travel (I wrote this myself, it is best not to spread it to others, please give me your advice!)

The wind is pressing low on my ears, like a heavy winter night Suppressed and peaceful breathing.

At this time, there is the clearest and coolest air in early winter, the moonlight is pale, the willow shadows are slanting, the lake has turned into a lonely darkness, and the world is welcoming the next dawn in a quiet and peaceful manner. I walked in the depths of the light, and my back was stretched infinitely until it finally disappeared. The moonlight is bright and clear, as affectionate and calm as a sad and charming legend. The surroundings are filled with the clear fragrance of rain and plants. There are distant stars deep in the night. The campus is as quiet as memories.

Immersed in such a night, I want to reach out and touch the soft white moonlight and dim lights, and feel the coolness of the night in the moonlight and the warmth of the world in the lights. At this moment, my thoughts are like a clear stream, flowing slowly and peacefully in this darkness. I forgot when I could no longer calm my chaotic mind, and when I had to rely on the peaceful natural objects around me to restore peace in my heart. Perhaps this kind of impetuosity started from the moment I set foot in this grand and civilian Jiangcheng, or from the moment I melted into the hustle and bustle of the "university town".

But no matter how messy my life is, I will still get used to being in touch with my words. I say: I am the one-winged word-controller in the dark night, and I use the blackness of ink to saturate my smiles and sighs. .

Walking along a new life trajectory in this city with numerous buildings and bustling markets, far away from the people and events of the past, life is exquisite, hurried and unremarkable. I began to do some trivial things with great concentration, so that I would fall asleep from exhaustion every night, but I forgot my quiet night and words. But I am still happy with this exhaustion because I am working hard for the dream that I have believed in for a long time.

Thinking about your recent life over and over again, you will feel that you are standing at a crossroads. You have lost the joy and freedom you once had, and what you have not gained is the calmness and refinement that can lead you to the end of the world. Maybe many people around us are in the same state: they are so complacent because of some small things that they even walk faster, as if they are eager to face the unknown life, but if there is a pebble that hurts their feet in their shoes, they will become confused again. Weeping for heaven and earth, turning against one another, and feeling that the world would not tolerate me, Shi Tiesheng told us: The value of living lies in having a full life. Beneath the ordinary shell of Yin Yin is a juicy, sweet flesh like a fruit, and a hard and shiny core. Only such seeds can take root and sprout deep in the human world and pass on a life full of emotion.

The loneliness in the middle of the night is huge and cold. Even if I hide in the warm yellow light, I can still clearly feel the loneliness and fear it has planted in my heart. Because of this, I will miss those nights when someone was with me, I will remember the close companions in my Chinese years, and I will think of the sincere family, friendship and love in my life.

I would silently look at the huge and real night by the window. On the window was my own reflection with messy hair and some dullness. When I got closer, I suddenly felt that he was more real than me, but the glass But there is no other me on that side. We interpret different selves at different times and in different corners, so Hai Yan believes that everyone is a complex of different selves. I think he must have thought of it after standing in front of the window on such a quiet night and seeing his own shadow reflected on the window!

The night gets deeper and colder, the stars in the sky become brighter, and our breathing becomes clearer. More and more people turn off the lights and go to sleep, and time slows down. The needlework in the hands of the old grandmother is delicate and slow. I once again thought of Zhang Ailing’s words when she was 19 years old. This genius said: “Life is a gorgeous robe, covered with lice.” We wear this robe full of lice and don’t wash it for 20 years, but in the future we may Keep wearing it until it is replaced by a white shroud. I exchanged the most beautiful years of my life for the river city in southern China that I dreamed of. Here, the sunshine, land and lake water are as warm and moist. No one can tell me whether this exchange is worth it, but in my heart, life is just a robe covered with lice, and sometimes there is no need to be too stingy.

The end of life is the dream we have worked for our whole life.

I always believe that people are accustomed to reading or writing in the silent night, and I always believe that words can only be resurrected and awakened in the dark night, and then wander into our hearts like ghosts. The self in the text is real and natural.

A whole street in the distance is filled with flickering lights. The car lights on the road are shining like daggers, streaking across the retina one by one. Nights like this always make people unable to Sleeping peacefully, in such a sleepless and awake late night, my mind is like a Cézanne oil painting, dark and colorful, messy and beautiful, with no position, only the wounds and sweetness shown. At this time, I had to use music to soothe my heart, such as playing the song "Playing Love" from "The Pianist on the Sea" in my ears. The music was gentle and quiet, and the soothing saxophone played as gently as a mother's hand. It caressed my heart, healed all the wounds, and smoothed away all the melancholy. At that time, I slept peacefully amid the music, as peaceful as a baby.

You see, no matter how cold the night is, it can be warmed by the world, and no matter how vast the darkness is, it can be illuminated by lights.

Gu Cheng said: "Everyone has his own eyes that are different from others, but in the dark night all eyes are equally confused and confused." People's instinct in the dark is to look for light, but people often In the hard search, I forgot the original light source. This reminds me of "Cinema Paradiso", one of Jupsy's trilogy, in which the old man said to the child: "This is not a movie dialogue, this is what I say from my heart. Life is not like movies. Life is very hard. "Leave here and never come back." After the child grew up and became a famous director, he received a reel of film from the old man. In the viewing room, he shed tears as he watched the kiss scenes edited from various movies. The old man gave the child all the kisses in the world. I still clearly remember the first time I watched this movie with my friends late at night. We got up to watch the movie because we couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. We shed a lot of tears that night, looked at each other speechlessly, but felt the warmth of humanity.

Such a real night and yourself, so thought-provoking and touching.

Wake up from the thoughts of the night and end this night journey. The clear sound of wind in my ears is still there, and the lights are dim in the distance. It must be late at night. I carry my single shadow forward. Maybe, if I walk silently like this, I can encounter the dawn of tomorrow...