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Tang zhangji

On a frosty night, Jiang Feng's fisherman is worried about sleeping.

In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

Time, there is always a past time; The sun always goes down; Night, always arrival. However, night-after all, arrival.

I saw the darkness outside the window, and the world was already dark. If it weren't for street lamps, lights in shops and buildings-I think-the world would be really dark. The light is on, and our road is no longer bumpy. Seeing the winding path leading to a secluded place and winding, I can't reach people after all.

It's getting dark again, and this busy city is going to fall asleep again. Let this tired "body" bid farewell to the hard work of the day, let it sleep, and accompany people in the city to sleep. The crescent moon in the sky looks at the city and its people affectionately, watching the lights of every household go out gradually, and it quietly plays the "Song of the Moon" on the bedside. ...

The scenery in front of us suddenly became dim. . . . . . The Chinese rose next to it withered and hung feebly on the leaves next to it, like a woman who was too sad to stand straight. Watching it, I can't help but be in the same boat with it. Some are cold, some are cold, some are helpless. I walked alone in the dark, shivering, my body was shrinking, and my new life was shaking. I can't see the road ahead clearly, where to go, I feel confused and my chest is a little stuffy. I looked around, the deserted streets looked deserted, and I felt that the whole world would give up on me. Between steps, tears have already dropped. ...