Say something about being in a bad mood and insomnia.

1, this night is very quiet, and my inner coldness makes me feel a lot. I meditate on the past buried in my heart and miss it.

2. Best of all, time has passed, and the old people, old things and even old feelings you cherish are still there; What can last must have weight, and it must stand the repeated scouring and elutriation of time. In the turbulent life, it is always those people who accompany me. It is a rare happiness to bury my initial thoughts in my heart.

When a cat walked silently through my night, insomnia began to haunt me.

4. I can't find a way to hypnotize, so I can only choose to appreciate the loneliness at night.

When I woke up from the dreamlike beauty, the night was already deep. "Ink blue", the name I gave this color, is dyed everywhere in the night sky, and together with those stars, it forms a fairyland-like paradise in the sight of looking up. She? Don't ask me if I mean "dark blue" or the night sky. The breath from top to bottom permeates the world, and I vaguely feel that everything is in it, more or less connected with her. So the whole night had this kind of breath, and it became beautiful and pleasant.

6. Sleepless nights, holding the stars and holding the moon into feelings, writing a pen and splashing ink into poetry in return, sleepless into poetry, a bit like turning bitterness into joy and turning decay into magic. Sleepless is not a good thing, but it becomes the crystallization of aesthetics, which can give people beneficial enlightenment in itself and affirm and cherish this positive attitude towards life.

7. Many times, I am doing something calmly, drinking water and losing sleep, and then suddenly I miss you very painfully. It really hurts. It makes me bend down and cry.

8. There are fewer and fewer important people around us, while those who stay around us are more and more important.

9. Last night, I lost sleep. Silent night, lonely dawn, the dull rain outside the window, following the rhythm of the beat, beat my heart again and again.

10, can't sleep at midnight. It suddenly occurred to me that I wrote a composition when I was a child. I have been writing about clear skies and cloudless Wan Li, but I have never paid attention to it. I suddenly saw it today.