Summer dusk (prose)

The afterglow of the sunset is obliquely sprinkled on the ground of this city, and the thick green looks a little more chic and feminine. The clouds in the sky are like a well-decorated woman wearing a long skirt that sweeps the floor, walking lightly like attending a very important dance, passing by a stone arch bridge, and the whole body is reflected on the water, swaying with the weeping willows on the shore. Red and green match, the picture is full of agility. Just look around, plus birds.

It's midsummer, and it should be hot everywhere at this time, especially at dusk, which should make people feel dry and panic, otherwise the summer in the north is not like it. Maybe it just rained nearby. At the moment, the wind is crisp and just right, and it seems to have the taste of thin autumn. Being able to enjoy this gift in this season is like accidentally finding a desirable object, and everyone likes it. The dance of brothers and sisters is afraid of disturbing this carefree refreshing.

I haven't sat in front of the computer like this for some days, and my thoughts have been cultivated on this scratching keyboard, which makes me feel guilty. Once, it was in this Xiaotian Yard that I, as the host, greeted and sent at every node in these four seasons with various sense of ceremony and normality. Taking stock of the past days, there is no such thing as great joy and great sorrow. Life is ordinary and dull. After work, I read books, write articles, take a walk, have tea, have dinner and chat with friends occasionally, and feel carefree, and I can find some pleasant feelings. From this point of view, I am destined to be a person without ambition.

In my destined time field, time can be shared, but not averaged. Do you read more books in your spare time? Or walk more? How about a little more socializing? Or take a rest? There is no fixed format and there are not so many frame constraints. I strive for the biggest space and meet all my biggest needs. But one thing must be admitted, many times I squeeze out from others while they are still sleeping. Imagine, in this era of running, how can you have a large amount of time to do whatever you want? What's more, it is always a pity to waste a lot of time in sleep. Besides, after a hundred years, everyone will sleep all the time every day, and no one will bother me again. If I think about it again, I will be more determined.

I stared out of the window, looking at the buildings, streets, vegetation and colorful cars parked on the side of the road under the afterglow. Everything in front of me seems to be attracted by something, but I can't move with all my strength. Once everything is concentrated on one point, I always sigh at that time, which is an emotion that I can't control. Think about the past and look at the present, everything is so familiar and everything is so strange. In this way, I am in this familiar and unfamiliar room, enjoying everything that time has given me.

Now outside the window, spring is long gone, and summer is over half. Looking at the green fruits on the roadside trees, I felt deja vu. What attitude should we take to welcome this autumn? I feel a little flustered when I think about it. I am like a poor boy, cash-strapped, empty-handed, and I really can't come up with a decent gift except my sincerity that can't be fulfilled for a while.

The distance is full and realistic. No matter what happened yesterday or tomorrow, I walked step by step. Although I feel that my life is a little wasted, I still feel the strong pulse of life in this wasted day, and I still chew on the past. When I think about this, I also feel little happiness, little happiness and little joy. That's enough. People always have to be self-satisfied, and they can't let the feet of desire walk too fast and lose themselves.

If time shines on the golden wheel of the earth, there will always be places that can't be mapped, and it will always move westward across the midline. On the road of life, there are always some people who will appear at different time points, neither too early nor too late, and slowly leave unconsciously. Fate comes and goes, who can unlock the password of this group of life? I am not rich materially, but I have the sky and the earth, the changes of the four seasons, the sunshine, the wind and the crystal dew, and I feel extremely rich.

The quieter the night, the cooler the wind. I'm a little sleepy, although my thoughts are still lingering. It's time to dream. Good dreams and nightmares are not up to me, but they are dreams after all. It's not up to me whether it will be sunny or cloudy in Wan Li tomorrow. Time is always moving forward, and I won't stop for anyone. I shouldn't worry about this. What I should do now is to close my eyes, think about the people and things I can think of, then sleep peacefully, wait for the morning to wake up, start a new day's journey and do the right thing.