Jing Ye’s Essay

Jing Ye’s Essay 1

In the dead of night, turn on the lamp, sit on a low stool, calm down, put aside all the tedious things, and just focus on the most important things in your heart. Guided by simple thoughts - I like to be alone like this, sitting by the window late at night, staring at the hazy night.

Darkness is the protagonist of the night. It contains all the beauty, ugliness, good and evil, hiding it in the intertwined thick ink. The night is so beautiful: it is free, without being disturbed by other people's thoughts, I can think about what I think and appreciate the feelings I think about; it is gentle and quiet, with less hustle and bustle during the day and more freedom. Purity overflowing from the inside out.

In this quiet night, stay in your room, close the door, there is no noise, no distracting thoughts, just an ordinary lamp, an ordinary pen, and an ordinary book. A diary, and an ordinary soul.

Perhaps the world during the day is too noisy: blaring car horns, noisy talking and laughter, and non-stop footsteps cover the whole world. Everyone is moving forward and busy in the light. Even if the sky they want to reach is different, they will never forget their original intention and run non-stop. You, me, him, her, it's all the same.

Modern people’s lives are always burdened with a variety of material and spiritual pressures - money, rights, love, etc. There are 24 hours in a day, a total of 86,400 seconds, so how many seconds are left for people to purify themselves? In fact, people and computers also have the same thing: messy information also needs to be cleaned regularly, and over time it will accumulate into a mountain.

Suddenly I discovered that staying up late occasionally is actually not a bad thing. All you need is a light, a pen, a book, a cup of tea, and a transparent soul. Then close your eyes, take a deep breath, and relax your whole body. Open your eyes, stretch your body, do what you want to do, savor the quiet night, and enjoy this moment of peace.

Jingye's Essay 2

The East District is really a good place. It feels quiet and comfortable at night.

I came here just to chat with my brother who just returned to China. A rain kept me here. Here we are,

At this moment, my brother went to bed very early because of jet lag and was sitting alone next to the computer;

Enjoying the rare quiet night in Zhengzhou, suddenly, It was this quiet night,

There was still the feeling of a dark room with only the light of my laptop still accompanying me. I suddenly missed many people, many people...

Missing, many, many People...

I don’t know how I need to plan and think about people one by one in my mind.

But when facing the only light of the computer, Mixed with the sound of crickets on the lawn downstairs outside,

Every cricket cry seems to have a face appearing in my mind. At this time, my mind is like a photo camera.

I look through the memories in my mind rhythmically. When I think of you, the corners of my mouth always rise unconsciously, and then I shake my head. We have always been different...

Yes Ah, things have changed;

How are you in my mind now? We are all taking on responsibilities day by day that we have never thought of before;

For those of you who have not completed your studies, you can now complete your studies more perfectly and cultivate a mentality that is more in line with this modernization. Come on!

For those of you who are working, work will bring us different pressures. and worries, but for the sake of our future family, relatives and friends, let’s work hard! Overcome all difficulties! Come on

Those of you who are married have formed a family, which is a whole. Good cooperation will be better Manage a relationship and a family, and then have another child, preferably twins, come on!

For those of you who have children or are preparing for the birth of a child, the only thing you can say is that men should work hard to make money, and make enough money for milk powder for their children. It's your duty! Being a dad is not for nothing! Come on!

Will you think of me at a certain time, at a certain place, in a certain city, or for a certain thing?

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Wan Jing Ye’s Essay 3

When I’m desperate, I want to listen to music. After listening to the music, I became even more desperate.

People cannot live like this. But this is how we live.

In the sound of strings, the heart and soul begin to rise, so that they are indistinct and boundless.

People have a heart and a soul, and they should live a noble and transcendent life.

When your heart and soul soar to the heights of life, looking down at the world, your body turns out to be deeply mired in filth and darkness.

Bah! You shouldn't be like this!

You are not so ridiculous. But you are so ridiculous!

You are not so contemptuous. But you are so contemptuous!

You are not so mediocre. But you are so mediocre than the sidewalk.

You can resist. But you are smiling at the guy you have always despised...

The night is already very dark. But your heart is bright. Like that star in the distant sky. Like the first quarter of the moon.

The earth fell into a deep sleep. But your spirit soars and travels through the empty sky. Like a nightingale traveling through mountains and jungles. Like a skylark spreading its wings and dancing in the clouds.

Your heart is in heaven. Your spirit is deep in the universe.

But your body is on the ground. in the sludge.

The sound of silk strings stopped. My heart started to drop. It started to hurt. The spirit is still floating, and the lingering sound is lingering... Jingye's Essay 4

Am I completely autistic, or a cactus with thorns all over my body despite not living in the desert.

Who in this world would be willing to endure the pain and the danger of being stabbed bloody, and then have the obligation to give warmth to another person?

Haha. No.

Quiet night. Quiet crowd. Quiet space.

Under the quiet expression is often a restless heart. Maybe only you know that it is not that you are greedy for silence, but that no one can understand it, it is not that you fall in love with singles, but that no one comes to find you, and that you are not alone. It’s hard to speak, but there’s no one to listen. I really want to find a place that can hold me tightly to prevent me from wandering and wandering, to prevent me from endless sorrow, and allow me to live forever, so that I can wander freely. I have always been looking for someone who understands me, listens to me, comforts my heartache, gives me support, and will not forget it through the years. Pity because of understanding, understanding because of pity. It's just that I'm not lucky enough to find such a person so far.

Another night that I couldn’t pass, with the same intermittent bad mood as always. All the prosperity of the day has come to an end. At this moment when life is about to fall asleep, some people laugh, some are angry, and some even stay up all night.

However, I have become accustomed to this kind of life recently. When I am tired, let myself rest for a while; when I feel uncomfortable, give myself some fun; when I am sick, give myself some strength... I pretend that I am The world is full of joy, live your life happily, don't care about others, let alone yourself, don't care about other people's eyes, don't care about your own future, just live in such a hazy and busy way...

Inexplicably, I suddenly wonder if I am still alive, or is this just a dream? I have been sleeping poorly recently, and this is the most fatal thing. Suddenly I felt so tired. I don't care about other people's opinions, but other people's opinions are always so dazzling and go straight to my heart. In the final analysis, it's just all kinds of self-deception. What I often do the most is log on to QQ, watch the space, read other people’s comments, and post their happiness on Weibo. Occasionally, I feel that this is actually not bad. Looking at their happiness, I feel that it is my own happiness. You don’t need to take responsibility, you just need to share their happiness. Sometimes, you don’t even want to comment, you just feel like you know it, and you don’t want to bother.

I don’t want to laugh, everyone else is laughing, I want to cry, but I can’t. Over time, I became forced to smile.

Perhaps when I use up all my strength, I will understand that I have to pretend to suffer with the world.

Sometimes, I also wonder if I have made an unforgivable mistake. So punish me like this.

That’s it, just go on as you like, I don’t want to care anymore, I’m very tired.

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As night falls, the sky gradually darkens...

In early summer, the courtyards in the countryside gradually become quiet as the hustle and bustle dissipates. Following these quiet footprints, my heart feels like It's as if there is no defense against the past, as if the tranquility of the night can't help but linger in the dark night!

Once upon a time, it was like the starlight scattered in front of the window, flooding my heart from time to time. This courtyard is the place where I was born, and it records my childhood and youth! It records my joys, sorrows and joys. I have never lived here for a long time since I was in high school. However, no matter when, this place is the edge of my hometown memory, and it is like a sweet song. The songs will bring back endless memories for me, and tonight is no exception! I read the words left here in the night.

Lying in bed, every time I think about the past here, I can't close my eyes, so I look at the stars outside the window in a daze while searching alone. The stars are blinking, and the breeze is swaying the shadows of the trees. , the trees were motionless, everything in the quiet courtyard seemed so peaceful, everything in the courtyard seemed to want to share the quiet mood of early summer at this moment, because in the quiet night, even the trees lying on the west side of the courtyard It’s so real that the snoring of a sleeping wolfdog can be heard! My heart can't sink in this night, I don't know how to enter the words of my hometown!

It’s been a long time since I’ve been in the countryside, so when I walked in, my mother started chatting about what happened in the village, about the family in the east and the family in the west, and what my mother told her was so true.

Nostalgia gradually melted into my heart. Life is like this. I know deeply that even though some things have nothing to do with us or my mother, out of the guilt of not receiving encouragement for a long time, I still have to listen to her word for word like the most loyal listener in my mother's eyes. Tell it seriously! Why do people want to live? For whom to live, in my mother’s words: As long as a person is alive, he should care about what happens around him every day. This is a person’s responsibility!

As night falls, in this boundless night, if you think about what your mother said, there is really some truth to be found...

At this time, the bright moon hangs high, faintly The moonlight enveloped my thoughts like water and soothed my soul. In this quiet trance, I seemed to hear the low hum of early summer in the courtyard; if we want to see the beauty of the world in the depths of twilight, we need to have a pair of natural, bright, and true eyes like the night. If you want to appreciate the profound connotation of this life, you need to have a quiet, clear and bright heart. There are beautiful scenery everywhere around us. For us, there is no reason to find a place for ourselves to escape. Even if we really encounter unhappy, unsatisfactory, and unhappy things on the road of life, we should be reserved. Be calm and learn to remember those things that should be remembered or forget those that should be forgotten. Different attitudes towards life have different views. Life is short and time is like a song. After thousands of sails have passed, we will find that even if we are doing this in the world, The simplest thing, and life can only become more precious if you complete it magnanimously and enjoy life!

Life, life, vitality and life are just like the stars flowing in the night. Every time we pass by the night, they will stop us, let us think, let us daydream...

The originally very confusing night, in the moonlight summer night, the countryside courtyard looks so charming, the faint moonlight is quietly scattered on the leaves, through the figure hanging upside down on the ground, we will I found that those scattered leaves are like a date between lovers, hugging and kissing quietly to enjoy the romance and love of the night! My heart shuttles through the words in the night, walking gently, for fear that my footsteps will disturb them!

I think back then, in the dreamy season, and on nights like this, I stood again and again under the pear trees and beside the apricot trees in the courtyard, longing and looking forward to landing on The romance around you! After many years, I realized that this desire is also a part of our life, but some people remember it and some people ignore it! Reality is reality, contradictions are endless, but who doesn’t want to have the romance in their bones?

I don’t know who gave me such reverie this night. However, I cannot easily drag this little remaining thought of the night into the recycling bin of life. Life cannot be copied or dragged back. Things that go to the recycling bin cannot be returned to the past. Because of this, my thoughts tonight may be blown away by the night wind, but I can't help but think about it, and I can't help but search for it in the night...

In the dead of night, the magnificent night light gently stirred up my heart. The heart that was once exiled in my dreams gradually began to boil. My heart walked out of the window, no longer blocked by fortifications!

——It is late at night, and the sky is silent; people are tired, and their minds are calm. Reading the words of this quiet night, my mind is like the tide of the night, rippling on the edge of the twilight!

A past is a memory, and a true love is a song. Stepping into the world of mortals, we are all walking safely through the complicated world, listening carefully and listening to the layers of emotions. True stories near and far. This night. Through the low hum of the stars, I vaguely heard the song of separation that a person played a long time ago when Sunshine was sleeping; I vaguely heard a person singing it a few years ago when Sunshine was sleeping. "The Dream of the Mortal World".

Although each word is sung with my heart, this sound really brings out my infinite lingering and reverie. No matter how disturbed the world is, in the fleeting years of my life, I still choose to miss it in indifference. Just like tonight I leave time and space to my memories!

Just when my mind was at that moment of faint tranquility, there were sounds of dogs barking in the distance, and then my sleeping wolfdog also started barking, rudely. The sound was thick and far-reaching, shocking the surroundings...

Perhaps out of curiosity or uneasiness, I wanted to get up and look out the window to see what was going on, but just when I was about to leave, there was a sound coming from next door. Then my mother shouted softly: It's time to go to bed!

So, I was afraid that my noise would disturb the sleepiness of the mother next door, so I hid under the quilt and no longer dared to think anything wrong. I stayed quiet for a long time, feeling a little sleepy and not knowing where I was. When will you quietly buy your steps into your dream... Jingye's Essay 6

In the silent night, I hear gentle sobbing, who is secretly sad in the middle of the night, and who is wetting the night with tears? In silence, sad people always think about endless things after others are asleep, and cannot let go for a long time. They can only use these worthless tears to dilute the sad past.

Who is crying in the quiet night? Because of a past emotional experience, I am confused, moved the world, and the silence of the night. The sound of sobs is accompanied by sadness and pain, which wets the loneliness and wakes up the world. The dust and impetuous breath make the petals move and lose their color.

Who is crying in the quiet night? The wind has stopped and the raindrops have made no sound on the hard floor. Just let me accompany you in front of the window, listening to the rain quietly and watching the water splashing. Thinking of the past, nostalgia is accompanied by crying, echoing in the flickering cabin, savoring the breath of autumn.

Who is crying in the quiet night, packing yesterday into a backpack to feel the refreshing feeling, lingering today and refusing to return to camp, tomorrow will be as bright as spring, who knows, after climbing over this mountain, what is in front of you A piece of freshness, giving up is not escape, and getting it may not be relief.

Who is crying in the quiet night, shocking our nerves with sadness.

Jingye's Essay 7

I write about my extraordinary life with long-lasting pen and ink. The dust-covered memories and bits and pieces are hidden in the deepest part of my heart, stained with tears, The sadness, scars, frustrations, loneliness and hardship, along with the passing golden years and youthful years, are buried and dissipated by my fiery passion... I am grateful to every passer-by who appears in my life, it is a fate, Regardless of whether the relationship is deep or shallow, whether we meet, get acquainted, know each other, or even pass by each other, I wish my friends a safe life, health and youth!

I conscientiously persist in doing what I like and am happy with with a calm mind. I enjoy my happiness. When the match is successful, it makes me feel so happy and gratified! I hope that the couple will be together happily forever, and also bring great happiness to me who is kind-hearted. Accumulating virtue and doing good deeds will bring me happiness, and happiness will bring me happiness!

The night is deep, the waves are quiet, and a person is lying on the bed alone, writing his own words, to get rid of the helpless loneliness, which gradually begins to get worse as the cold night attacks. The stronger the disease, the more melancholy, sadness, and loneliness are constantly devouring my lonely soul. The sentimental person finally got rid of the disease, but my poetic and picturesque mood remains the same. Sparks of passion, thousands of words in your heart, I don’t know who to complain to? However, despite the painful waiting by the bridge, I never saw your stunning side appear in front of me. The lonely neon lights told the helplessness of wanting to complain, and the desolate soul wandered in the running, without purpose or hope, depressed and lonely. Guarding and closing off, always shutting out the chance encounters in life, clinging to the city of ideas of traditional dogma, clinging to the pitiful self-esteem, silently swallowing the taste of loneliness, loneliness! In fact, we know that happiness is just that simple, and a person's life is not long, so why bother to seal yourself away? How much youth can there be? However, he couldn't break free and cross himself...

Depression and loneliness continued to accompany him. The terrible loneliness once again faintly hit his heart. How could he dispel it and eliminate it? The silence of a person is terrifying, but sleepiness begins to creep in, and the head becomes heavier and heavier, starting to wake up the busy schedule of ending the day...

I am tired, too tired It's time to be quiet. It's time to rest. I'm so tired and sleepy. I really want to have a solid arm to accompany me and rely on me to let my tired steps rest for a while. However...

I am addicted to my own. Smiling in the dream, being strong and unyielding is my eternal step! Forge ahead, forge ahead... Jing Ye's Essay 8

The quiet winter night is like a lake surface stained black by ink, with gusts of cold wind blowing through layers of whitening waves. Is that a wave? Yes, that is a wave, it is a silver wave made of white snow. I used my hands to touch her color, wrapped in silver; I used my ears to feel her voice, the sound of nature; I used my mouth and nose to gently inhale her body fragrance, pure and long.

I don’t know how many people like snow, at least I am one of them. From the tiny snowflakes that are hard to detect, to the snow falling all over the sky, or the poet's praise of "the snowflakes in the capital are as big as a mat", I love them all so much.

I feel really sorry that I didn’t see the first snowfall of this year with my own eyes. It came quietly and left in a hurry. When people are falling asleep, she comes unexpectedly, maybe she is shy! She did not let her veil be lifted. It was only in the early morning of the next day that her footprints were discovered - thousands of trees and flowers were blooming.

Christmas, Christmas Eve; a very solemn holiday in foreign countries, but it means nothing to me. What does other people’s holidays have to do with me. As I write this, I feel angry. For a festival that I don’t know what it means, the Chinese actually celebrate it in time for the Spring Festival. I don’t understand this...

However, I am very happy. Because tonight, Wuhan ushered in its second snowfall this year. While most of the classmates were immersed in the joy of Christmas, I chose to walk on the road to the study room. I walked for 15 minutes on a 5-minute walk, just to experience the comfort of the cold wind with snowflakes hitting my face, and the crystal clear water. Snowflakes fall on my shoulders, I know this is the embrace of nature.

Looking at the light of the city in the distance, my vision gradually became blurry as the snowflakes fluttered... Essays on a Quiet Night 9

In this quiet night, I stared at the distant stars, looking up to the horizon that was about to disappear. full moon. Under the pale moonlight, I stroked the lily of the valley in front of the window, as if I heard your tender instructions.

I know, I am a woman who loves flowers and plants. The fragrance of flowers and the tender green of grass have accompanied my words throughout my life, passing through wind and rain and four seasons day by day.

I like to fill my cabin with the fragrance of flowers, and express my inner emotions with the language of flowers. Do you see the withered lily of the valley behind me? Although the flowers have long since withered, their fragrant scent is filling my house one after another, just like my dream on this summer night.

An unprecedented freshness and unprecedented joy are coming towards the depths of my soul. The stars are interpreting this magic, and the moonlight is whispering the mystery in my heart.

This is a quiet summer night. My sincere longing for you has traveled through the vast time and space, and there is no distance between my heart and yours. The whispers in my heart late at night flowed out from my lonely heart, arriving at those days when time flies by.

I, alone, savor this tranquility and quietly feel the mood floating in the night. I know that in the room without you, time has stopped thinking, and time has followed me to my distant hometown. Only in the city of my hometown can I miss and gaze at you affectionately.

Under the starry sky in the middle of the night, when I quietly closed my eyes, I felt that the waves of your instructions when you left came slowly, just like the faint fragrance of flowers was tightly wrapped around your whispers, Floating towards me from far away. I believe that after writing this article, I will have a flower-like mood and a song-like dream.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, the heart is getting closer and closer, but the loneliness is getting stronger and stronger. I look through the messages you gave me, and I dare not miss a word. I miss it over and over again. I don’t dare to destroy it, I hope it will always be engraved in my memory.

Yes, we all need to take care of ourselves. I said it, you said it, these same words, in this night sky, contain endless thoughts, together with what we just did. I entrusted the dream to the deep blue of the night and injected it into each other's hearts.

The stars twinkling high in the night and the gentle breeze blowing through my heart made me remember this night. I remember this night and also the most beautiful moment in my life.

I believe that this is a sleepless night and it will become the best moment in my life. Tonight, I am destined to have no sleep.

In this sleepless night, let my heart wait for the dawn with you, waiting for the brightest star to appear in the eastern sky.