Essays on night thinking prose

Standing in the quiet night sky, breathing the tempting breath of the night, I will leave all my unhappiness behind. Looking up at the sky, a bright moon seems to be hanging high. Tonight, the moon kissed the city tenderly. I look at the bright moon. It looks like a doll's face smiling at me. A breeze hit my face, slipped my fingers, blew up my hair and blew away the faint frustration. The dull flute awakened my dream. I'm here, sleeping ...

Years have taken away the people you love.

My dearest, time has taken away the people you love the most and the beauty in your life. The harder you try to grasp it, the more you can't grasp it. I know the world is complicated, and everyone knows that the law of the jungle prevails, but I pray to God that this will make me a strong person. When I lost a beloved person, my world seemed to be raining. I got wet by the heavy rain. I think I have a bad cold.

Another lonely weekend. Whenever I come home, sitting alone in front of the computer, I can't help being attacked by loneliness. I used to feel that I was a lonely person. Now it seems that I was wrong. I am afraid of loneliness, too. Maybe I haven't reached the point where I can ignore loneliness. Turn on the computer, put your fingers gently on the keyboard, look at the screen but don't know what to do, but taste bitter tea but feel very sweet. When I am lonely, I always like to run to the balcony and look at the distant buildings and those gorgeous neon lights. I looked at the cars coming and going in the street, as if I were enjoying a beautiful painting. At this time, I feel very relaxed and comfortable.

When I was in college, every time I went out to play, I passed some buildings and saw that everyone was in a hurry, some were rushing to work, some were rushing to make appointments, some were rushing to talk about business, and so on. At that time, I thought, if only I could go to work every day like them and live a petty bourgeoisie life. Time is also a hasty walker. This time last year, I was alone at the construction site in Shanghai. When it snows, I still carry a theodolite and take a tower ruler to measure the elevation, or stand in the corner of the cold wind and watch the excavator construction, so that snowflakes fall on me one by one and then slowly melt. The happiest thing at that time was to get into your bed early, although it was not warm. Now, like all office workers, I sleep until 8 o'clock every day and still refuse to get up. I buy some breakfast every day and go to the company. I sit in front of the computer for 8 hours every day. I have been pursuing a comfortable life and don't like being too tired. I always want to enjoy life, so I have no achievements. I think I can live, there is no need to live too tired.

Sometimes I feel that I am a person with many hardships. My family is poor, and I didn't pass the college entrance examination and the public examination, but when I plan to continue my struggle next year, I find that I don't meet the physical examination standards. Now I just hope I can arrange stones at home during the Spring Festival. Mencius said, I will relieve my responsibility in the future, so I will first suffer from my mental problems, work hard on my bones and starve on my body. After experiencing so many difficulties, will I have a great responsibility? Maybe I can do anything, not just work hard, but also have a chance, but when my chance will come, I really want to know. It's late at night, and there is no sound around. It's time to wash and sleep.

Essays on Night Thoughts 3 When I got up in the morning, I found the ground outside was wet. Going out and walking in the community is a particularly fresh feeling. On the bus to work, looking out of the window, the weather is gloomy and the mountains in the distance are shrouded in fog.

The weather forecast this year is very satisfactory. We used to watch the weather forecast, but after a long time, there was a jingle: "If you report rain, you must report the wind first." In fact, this has something to do with the country's decision-making in the past two years. The "Twelfth Five-Year Plan" period is the five years of rapid economic development in China, but it is also the five years with the most serious damage to the natural environment. Since the new term "smog" appeared in China, the environmental pollution problem we live in has become more and more serious. From the central government to the local government, we blindly pursue industrialization, but the rapid development of industrialization leads to the serious backwardness of environmental protection, so strange things appear around us.

The weather will affect people's mood and make them feel dizzy all day in class. Always sleepy. I finally got off work, went home for dinner, turned on the computer and watched it for a long time, but I still didn't wake up. I got up and made a cup of tea, which I bought in the supermarket last time. A catty of Tieguanyin wants 260 yuan. I can't tell the difference between good and bad tea, but I have always liked drinking Tieguanyin for so many years. At that time, I bought some because I saw a good hue.

Tieguanyin in the teapot exudes a strong tea fragrance after being soaked in boiling water, which smells very comfortable. I looked out of the window, through the opposite light. At this time, it began to rain heavily again. Listen carefully, and you will hear the rain ticking on the building outside. I picked up the teacup and went back to the computer. I found the song "Who will accompany me to travel" by Cool Dog and Bayon, which is very suitable for this situation.

However, my mind is thinking about the scene of snow. Perhaps because I grew up in the north, I love snow far more than rain. I don't know when it started. I always thought that snow was pure and rain was dirty. When snowflakes are flying, there is silence between heaven and earth, and only three groups of snowflakes are flying in the boundless sky in groups of five.

The snow is falling harder and harder, and the land outside is white. The true face of the world is hidden under the snow. I really lament the wonders of nature, which makes the world so beautiful and pure because of the snow that has been entangled.

"Qingshan is not old, it is a snow-white head; The green water is leisurely, and the face is wrinkled by the wind. " When poets saw this scene thousands of years ago, they were not attracted by the snow scene in front of them, but stopped to linger. I like walking in the street when it snows, watching the scene of snowflakes flying under the street lamp. Looking at pedestrians coming and going on the road, it is either a person, a lover in love, or a happy family of three. Maybe some of them are like me, or they are just in a hurry.

Snow is a different kind of spirit in Andersen's stories, which always brings infinite surprises to people. Sometimes I always want to tell my son a fairy tale by Andersen. I don't know if my clumsy language can't express it, or if modern culture has eroded his young mind. Maybe fairy tales only belong to those naive children. As an adult, let me tell more jokes in Andersen's fairy tales.

There are many memories and meanings about snow in life. Because I prefer the snowy country to the rainy country. In the countryside after the snow, we always laugh, have snowball fights in the snow and chase and play with our companions. In the rainy countryside, we can only stay at home, and it is muddy outside.

"The drizzle moistens everything and everything is new, and tea is like Chun Xue. Sitting alone on a rainy night, I think of an old friend who knows all the vagrants in my heart. " Just, at the moment, I only know that the night is still quiet, but loneliness is spreading silently, spreading silently,,,

Essays on night thoughts 4 rainy nights in early summer

I can't sleep, just stand by and watch out the window.

Look at the poem you wrote me.

Say your name in your heart.

You and I met at the beginning

Scenes unfold in my mind.

Just like yesterday.

It is so legendary and beautiful.

Maybe it's my worry.

Maybe I don't know how to cherish it.

Negligently

Let you disappear from my space

Ruined the friendship between you and me.

Let it all go.

Leave only regretful memories

Essays on Night Thoughts 5 Winter nights are heavy and silent. Drink slowly with a cup of hot water, neither tea nor wine. It's just a cup of pure water with a slightly hot temperature, but it's not hot. The taste is very warm, belonging to the warmth of winter nights.

You can do anything on a night like this. Just browse on the web, or open a semi-finished book, the words flow slowly, and then chase 30 or 50 pages in the semi-finished story, familiar atmosphere, strange road ahead, the world in words, time changes, footprints winding.

The quieter it is, the easier it is to remember the past days. Cherish today and think about the past. Suddenly, I thought of some small things.

In the winter night, the memories hidden in the bottom of my heart come silently, and the parts that have disappeared grow again. During the running to school, there is a long gentle slope with cucumber flowers on the vines, running across a small bridge, bypassing mulberry trees and running all the way into the classroom along the back door.

There are no hillsides, no cucumber vines, no bridges and no mulberry trees. This campus is still there. It's my school, not the campus where I lived. The specious present and the past are intertwined. Casually strolled by, still warm and cordial. It is this place, no matter how many changes, it stands there, referring to my youth.

The sun and the moon change, the old and the new alternate. In the transformation between the past and the present, there are some unchanging fragments, which stop in memory and at the door of the old time. I can't forget the past. On a night in winter, I think of it gently and feel a little warm.

Night Thoughts Essay 6 Whenever night falls, the anxiety and sadness hidden in my heart are like fireflies flying out of the cabin, shining with faint cold light, illuminating my sadness bit by bit.

Night is a good time for meditation. In the dark, we can see ourselves clearly and get close to our truest state, so that we can speak with our hearts.

Every time in the dead of night, I always become very soft. On the one hand, because of a day's work, my body and mind are very tired, which makes my thoughts easily influenced by the outside world. A little feeling can make my whole heart wet, so I like to write articles at night, because at this time, I am the most poetic, and at the same time my heart is extremely sensitive and sentimental, and I can always write sentimental feelings that make my nose sour. Besides, at night, I can make my heart wet. Do what you like quietly and give yourself all the time. I can dominate this moment without dealing with boring work or interpersonal communication. The whole person is relaxed from beginning to end, so evening is the most suitable time for writing.

Although I don't know what writing can bring me, I no longer expect what achievements my writing can achieve. Anyway, I am getting older every year. At most, if you succeed one day, you will mature, which is not as exciting as being famous when you were young. If only I had many when I was young. At the best moment, I don't have to worry about money. I can do whatever I want and go wherever I want.

With the passage of time, we have to face the reality and temporarily put down our poetry and distance to support the reality. This kind of life is really a bit hard, but it is also a life that many people must face. Not everyone is lucky to grow up with a golden key. There are many things we have to face, experience and understand. This is how people, a small person, survive.

Quietly thinking about the direction of life, I really haven't experienced too many waves along the way, let alone ups and downs, ups and downs. My life trajectory seems to be a straight line, and I can only see slight ups and downs after zooming in and out. I am not that kind of genius. When I was a student, I was never the first in my class. I have never experienced the sense of accomplishment of standing out from the crowd in my life. Maybe I'm just an ordinary person, destined to live an ordinary life. Only time is real, because whether you are rich or poor, you enjoy this short time. Why do we have to spell out a dawn? Going through the process from birth to death may be wonderful enough. Some grotesque writers in Japan think that the most beautiful art is death, so they like to end their lives by committing suicide. But I think this is not beautiful, but extremely cruel. The most beautiful art should be to grow old and lose its breath, just like a leaf, slowly wither and wither. When the water is pulled away from the leaves, it is as tragic as a skinny old man.

Life is just an ordinary process from birth to death. Whether it is glory or sadness, it will be calm after a hundred years, so don't be too persistent, let nature take its course and enjoy it.

Night Thoughts Essay 7 It's a faint autumn, and it's getting cold. I stood at the window of the long night, my heart was cold, watching the quiet night mixed with secular colorful neon lights. I don't know if the neon lights embellish the quiet night, or if the quiet night sets off the neon lights, and my thoughts are scattered all over the floor ... I am 18 years old, I am ignorant and young, and I like dreaming. Always fantasizing about life and yourself after many years, it is easy to be moved.

I like looking down at all kinds of people, which adds a sadness to my sentimental heart. When I walk in the crowd, there is always a sadness in my brow. Looking at the achievements of people around you, you will inevitably become impetuous, and some people will be eager for quick success ... Seeing a flying swallow flying over the lake, splashing a little water, the water is very clear. It is this kind of water that knows how to precipitate. Isn't that what people do? I live alone in the world, and I like to be quiet. I don't know when I fell in love with words. I like the elegance and quietness of words, the softness and richness of words, walking through words, watching a fireworks show and poetic words, so I like poetic women ... I want to be an elegant, lovely and childlike woman. I always hope that after many years, I can find a small town and build a yard. The wooden door is locked all the year round, isolating me from the secular world, guarding an acre of land, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, holding essays in my spare time, listening to the rain, enjoying the quiet pastoral life on earth ... disturbing the world of mortals, dreaming by myself, and getting drunk!

Tonight, I was writing a novel about grave robbery, and suddenly I lost my train of thought. Words seem to have entered a dead end, so I began to be in a daze and became aimless. It seems that I am a ghost in the grave, trapped for thousands of years, finally lonely, and finally can only exile my thoughts with time.

It's always a little cold in autumn, but why are there mosquitoes tonight? What's wrong with it? Suck enough blood, prolong life, and then give birth to thousands of disgusting bugs in a pool. What a hateful creature, but it can only be helpless. This is its instinct. You can't go to God or the Jade Emperor for a theory because of an itchy bag!

It suddenly occurred to me that a group of grave robbers in the novel robbed the graves of the world for the benefit and disturbed the rest people. It was really hateful, but the confrontation between life and death did not seem to change because of the distance between time and space. Dead people, people who have been dead for thousands of years, will also have ways to punish those invaders and false hearts. Humans who are hungry for food sometimes seem to hate it more than mosquitoes, and it is hard to prevent nausea.

A mosquito flew in and hit the electric mosquito swatter hard. Close your eyes, God bless, and the Jade Emperor is merciful. When I think of God and the Jade Emperor, I think of Christian churches and missionaries all over the country. They are really good people. I heard that they provide schools and help for their believers for free. Brothers and sisters in the church are all people of the Lord. I think this is good, and it can unite mankind. Look at Taoism, which has a long history and seems not bad. In addition to those dazzling Daoism, it can also cultivate people's minds, especially there is a lot of knowledge that can be applied in novels. However, among the mainstream Christianity, Buddhism and Taoism, I personally prefer Taoism. After all, it's local and easy to get close to, but there are too few people who can get started now. Also, I've always wanted to learn some Taoism to change my situation. Well done!

I suddenly thought that I had drifted away, so I forcibly pulled myself back. After reading a passage in a novel I wrote tonight, I decided to tell readers something about Taoist culture, which is my humble propaganda for him. I have conceived a plot in which the characters seem to be experiencing another danger. I hope the bad guy dies and the good guy comes out of the grave as soon as possible! I wrote a short paragraph, looked at it and thought it was no good. There seems to be a gap between the previous article style and Baidu's information search. It really feels like burning the midnight oil. After reading the information for a long time, I finally sorted out a rough idea. I thought I was going to write, but I didn't know where to start. Alas, it is not easy to write an article, nor is it easy to write a good article. In fact, it is not easy to master knowledge outside the article. What you have can't be integrated. I don't know where to look if I don't have it. It's a pity that you read less when you are studying. Is this what the ancients said? "You don't hate books so much?" Ask yourself in your mouth, in fact, your heart has already made up your mind.

Another mosquito flew in, buzzing and annoying. I drove it away with my hand and came again, thinking that I would let you go if you didn't come, but I couldn't seem to get in touch with the mosquito. It flies around tirelessly, and I can't help laughing when I think of the monk in A Chinese Odyssey. I really admire the writer who wrote a Chinese Odyssey, thinking that his arm was itchy and bitten again. So, my bitten arm stopped moving, so I picked up the electric mosquito swatter and swatted it according to the mosquito's retreat. As a result, I didn't film it. That's a sly old fox. I think that mosquitoes that bite people are all females. Are they really smart and beautiful mosquitoes? Ok, I'm absent-minded again. I thought for a while and typed the next paragraph on the keyboard quickly. It's about a grave robber who met a group of monsters, mosquitoes with big palms, and they panicked. In the face of this mutant mosquito, we should show the inner fear of human beings, give them a scream and panic, and finally give those mosquitoes some horrible abilities. By the way, I just vomited blood I want mosquitoes to vomit blood in the story. I just finished writing that the grave robbers struggled to kill the last giant mosquito, and I found that I wanted to cry, because now a mosquito is biting my forehead. Oh, my God, the mosquito stung my forehead, and it gave me a quick and decisive slap. As a result, the mosquito slipped away and got a slap. Helpless, I endured the pain and comforted myself that mosquitoes must feel that their IQ is not enough. Come and learn a little from me, just a little. It didn't really hurt me. It's popular to enjoy resources now, so I'll enjoy it once!

I found myself quite a Q. In fact, there is nothing wrong with Ah Q, and there is nothing wrong with it. Just bad luck. I wrote some more, and finally put Taoist culture into it. I took a deep breath and felt very accomplished. But now that grave robbers have reached the second power supply, they will face the test of the authorities. They should add some magical things. Hey, keep reading the material. I think if you study more, you may really see Feng Shui. I'm right, I'm laughing. ...

Time is like running water, like sand. Who said that? I really admire him. Everything he said is true. Before you know it, it's eleven o'clock. It's late at night. See QQ friends. The person who wants to chat is either not here or QQ is fighting with the landlord. The only person who stayed with me until late at night was the mosquito still buzzing and whispering, "It's good to have you." So I washed myself, climbed into bed and hid to sleep. Facing the darkness, I whispered, "beautiful mosquito, you have drunk enough blood tonight, so consider it as a tip for your company!" " Go to sleep, don't bother me, I don't want to kill anything tonight ... Oh, I forgot to say, good night. "

Pa, shut the door, hide in the quilt, and then reflect. ...

Sitting on the bed, holding the quilt tightly, quietly, feeling the darkness of night.

This weekend, it's just me and Huayu at home. I, from time to time, Doby Flower Fish, let it chase me and bite, through the glass, but Flower Fish is still fierce. Scold it again and see if you are fierce. If you are fierce again, I will not feed you. If I don't feed you today, no one will feed you, hum!

My daughter had a holiday after the exam, and she went to travel with her brother-in-law and others, and her husband went to Zhongshan again. In this family, there are only two of us.

The night is deep, still not sleepy, holding the quilt and leaving the night, my thoughts have drifted far away. This quilt is a wedding gift from Qing. After more than ten years, it is still as warm as ever. All the cotton in the quilt is planted by Qing family. Mother Qing picked it off for me one by one, and then made a quilt out of cotton. I remember that year when I went to her hometown, the cotton tidbits were white and soft, and I looked so happy. There is a string of corn hanging in front of the house, and there is a tall jujube tree in front of the door. Many dates are ripe, and my husband will climb the tree to pick them. He will be very happy. Qing is a colleague of mine, a gentle northern woman. From then on, I contacted Qing once or twice, and then I lost contact, and the phone couldn't get through and I couldn't find anyone. Ten years have passed, but it is still like yesterday. The mountains are long and the water is far away. Qing, are you okay? I just hope that one day, we can get together again. I just hope you have a better life than me.

Get up and turn on the light. It is so quiet to walk around in this room and that room. I don't remember when I was alone on this quiet night. Since I have a husband and a daughter, I have never been lonely for a night. Even if my husband is away on business, I have a daughter to accompany me. Now, I am the only one guarding the house and this quiet night.

Those two guys went to have fun, um, leaving me to look after the house alone.

Daughter's room, a princess bed, the second floor, a light blue wardrobe, a desk with a bookshelf, and a bike. There are not many things, but it is a mess for her. This kid, a boy, is careless and never cleans up consciously. Being old recently has made me cry. Alas! My temper seems to have softened a little since the last quarrel. I know how to be considerate of my mother. Send me a message when you go out. "Everything is fine, stop reading, good night", although there are only a few words, it is also a comfort. From this, I thought of many people on the blog, good sisters along the way. For this matter, they gave me advice, let me see my shortcomings more deeply, let me pay more attention to my improper behavior, and thus move towards better. Thank you, really, for your companionship, comfort and warmth along the way.

Enjoy a person's loneliness and also enjoy a person's silence. Miss from near to far, and from far to near, back and forth, but also around family, friends, around the home and many feelings. Sadness, sigh, nostalgia, missing, complaining, passion, indifference, indulgence, dependence, disappointment, hope, all these are just because of a sentimental heart and an emotional person.

The living room is also very simple. TV cabinet, TV, dining table, refrigerator, sofa, a small fish tank. Since the red fish died, only the flower fish remained, and some went to Huadiwan to buy other fish to accompany them, but overnight, all the other fish were chased by the flower fish and their scales fell off, so they had to be put in the pool on the rooftop. From then on, Hua Yu was alone and enjoyed loneliness every day.

Of course, it's not all loneliness. My piano accompanies it, guitar. For me, it's just nonsense now, basically out of tune. Alas, everything has to start from the beginning. I hope my enthusiasm is still there. Every time I fiddle with the strings, my husband laughs, "well, others are casting pearls before swine, and you are casting pearls before swine." Hee hee, it's better to play the piano to fish than to cow. So, like a daughter, she grimaced with joy.

The end of the year, this day is really nonsense, there is no order at all. Colleagues work overtime every night, and things are superimposed every day. But the year is approaching, no matter how you play, you must pop it up. As for your mood, it also fluctuates with this big string and small string. This song is really urgent and messy.

In the dead of night, people have no sleep, so they sit still with the quilt in their arms.

Through the curtains, the moonlight is looming, and I can't help but think of the famous ancient poem: "The foot of the bed is bright, is there frost?" . Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home. " Throughout the ages, the horizon is close at hand. Month or that month; The night is as quiet and beautiful as before. Li Bai and Li Taibai, we are far away from time and space, but we feel very close. Your poems hit the hearts of future generations again and again, reminding them of homesickness and yearning again and again in the quiet night!

10 outside the window, it's snowing. With the coolness of falling snow, a kind of pain about the hasty passage of time slowly landed on the paper spread out in front of me, line by line.

All the emotions in this line come from a phone call from my wife, wishing me a happy birthday. Listening to my wife's warm and kind words on the phone, I suddenly realized that the years have thrown me over the threshold and I haven't had time to get rid of my dreams and childishness. Standing is the age when a person gains something, but what can I do as a contribution to the years? In the face of my wife's blessing, I was almost speechless. I have given the world a lot of love, and I hope my life will be a long process, so that I can give more love in this life. However, in a hurry, who can resist their aging?

The passage of time is indeed a regrettable process. Its preciousness is often more obvious when people face aging, disease and death, but in life, it is often not worth the candle. I have written my thoughts on the passage of time on paper and in my heart for a thousand times, but I still can't get rid of this tragic consciousness of time rushing. Because all the time is only once, it's like breaking a vase, a beautiful vase. As long as you break it, no matter how hard you try, it will never return to its original beauty. As time goes by, there are our laughter, our pain, and the dreams we miss every day.

More than a thousand years ago, a sad poet expressed his beautiful sadness with his beautiful poem: "I woke up easily in this spring morning, and birds were singing everywhere." But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers were folded? " Birds are singing, English is declining, and it is raining day and night. In such a fresh breath, are only flowers gone? Just birds? Or this melancholy storm? When your soul is close to the poet's soul, you will feel that behind this beautiful poem, there is a poet's sad heart: the flowers have fallen, and the poet's years have also fallen! It turns out that the thought-provoking proposition about the hasty passage of time has made people think for at least 1000 years! However, can the poets thousands of years ago only use that shameful "spring sleep" to interpret the years?

The long river of history and the long ancient road, Cao Cao shouted and Yue Fei sang with a gun; Li Baizhuang thought for a long time, Lu You was lying on his sickbed, and he never forgot to return home. In a hurry, there are people who smell chickens dancing, and there are people who stay up all night. They are all galloping with a kind of heroism in their hearts, a kind of heroism against time and fate. In fact, how many people don't want to hold their heads high in this less than 100-year life journey? How many people don't want to ride everywhere? I will never deny that I have a proud dream to travel around Qian Shan. I am eager to create my own value in the long-term exploration of my footsteps and soul. I think that people, living in this world, should create something for it; A person's soul should coexist with the body. If there is no thought, isn't our existence a corpse? Although, in the face of other people's gains, we are often mixed with an unspeakable jealousy in envy. In the glory of others, we are unwilling but helpless to annihilate ourselves. However, on such a quiet night, when we are chewing bitterness, we still ask ourselves a strong question: Did God create us to live a mediocre life and then die a mediocre life? This almost screaming question woke us up for a while. Then, on paper, in my heart, I admit the achievements of others and the paleness of my life because I abandoned my dreams intentionally or unintentionally.

This kind of survival is a shameful process. Of course, I also know that I am a mortal, and there is no need to immerse myself in these illusory and mysterious ideas all day like a saint. But after lighting the cigarette, watching the floating tobacco instantly turn into nothingness, I always remind myself that I can be a mortal, but I am by no means a mediocre person. My parents gave me a fresh body, and the world gave me a living space. Anyway, I can't make my life pale. At least, as a person, we can't just let the years leave us with a sigh. The beautiful myth about the origin of human beings is also inspiring people to create a more beautiful Eden.

In this bumpy and joyful life journey, I wrote my own footprints into poems, and then encouraged them with poems. All thinking is for better existence. After all, people can't stand still for a long time in the face of the beauty or loss of the past. After all, time flies.

Inexplicable pain can't be the fetters of moving forward. Time flies, then let the eternal faith in your heart support you, and exchange your blood and sweat for the happiness of life, whether you can become a valuable existence or not. I think this kind of survival will make people live with a clear conscience, smile with a clear conscience and face the ups and downs of life with a clear conscience.