Night

Facing countless lost nights, too many emotions, too many associations, too many memories and many profound changes in life are directly related to this. I remember that I once wrote such a poem in a prose poem. Night is the soil of my life and dream is the cradle for me to realize my ideal. Yes, over the years, every step I have taken is related to it. I not only gave time to it completely, but also gave my whole body, mind and thoughts to it. In a certain sense, it is the witness of my life growth. I like the night, not from the beginning of the phenomenon of having life, but from reading a book at the age of 18. That night was in my memory, and I couldn’t forget it. To be exact, that night was the beginning of my life growth, and the cornerstone of my soul fission afterwards. That night, I not only learned to think, but also learned to be quiet and take a walk lasting for two or ten years. Therefore, for the night, I always have a deep attachment and deep gratitude. I think: without the guidance of the night all the way, maybe my life is still as pale as paper until now, without any record. It is the night that helps me to get up from the Valley of life, help me to accompany the literary fragrance and have a blind date with nature. The night is dark, it is easy to make people lonely and lonely, the night is long, it is also easy to make people emotional derailment, soul shell, night is silent, silence makes people faint, suffocating and unbearable. As for the understanding and various experiences of the night, I believe that in everyone’s heart, it can be said that there is a different taste. Taking myself as an example, when I first faced the night alone, my heart was always in a state of anxiety and panic, and I was at a loss of what to do, so that I felt depressed and hesitated as Mr. Lu Xun said. It was a book that saved me from the boundless darkness and made me re-examine everything around with my life. My soul seemed to mature like melon and fruit overnight. I began to learn to accompany myself and talk with the starry sky above my head. Of course, I chose to talk with my soul more often. Time goes by slowly, but the soul slowly stretches, and it blooms and bears fruit. I want to say that I can have such spiritual quality today is not my positive attitude, but the life choice made by the darkness of night. To be honest, at that time, I was not only shallow and ignorant, but also impetuous and playful. I had nothing to do all day, idling around, fighting, swearing and doing bad things, which was just as common as usual, I often make my mother angry. Looking back now, I really don’t believe that I should be that kind of person, but fortunately, I didn’t cause much trouble, and it was also possible to move from darkness to light in time, find the tree trunk to rely on and the starry sky to make life look up. I woke up. The night was no longer terrible, nor did I let my heart lost. The starry sky hovering above my head became the guide of my future behavior and the ladder of climbing. A song “meditation” brought by violinist Ma Sicong makes my night purer and gentler. Every time in this moment, my thoughts are like petals with rain, dancing and flying one by one, and then falling down one by one. In the light, my heart was as quiet as water, wandering leisurely in the sea of books with the beating notes. An orange lamp accompanied me silently, becoming a scenery line comparable to the Moonlight. Time goes by, the soul rises and falls, and naturally opens and closes. Zhang Ruoxu, a great poet, walked towards me with the brisk rhythm of the night of flowers and moon in the Spring River, especially when I heard the sentence that the river and the sky were all clear and dusty, the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky and who’s boat tonight, where, the heart is especially beautiful and quiet. It is amazing for the poet’s delicate brushwork, rich Association and profound artistic conception. Of course, the verses of the great poets Meng Du and Zhang Ji also came to us: how many flowers fell when the night came and the wind and rain sounded. Dive into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. The Hanshan Temple outside the Mushroom city, the midnight bell to the passenger ship and so on all gave me endless space for thinking. They moisten me like honey and milk, making my soul from barren to rich, from rich to self-overflow. In short, life can live poetically, starting from the night, starting from learning to be quiet and calm. Night, no matter what others think, but I believe that I am always lovely and amiable, because I clearly know that in my life experience, the impression it left on me was always quiet and gentle, just like my mother’s embrace, which gave me comfort and encouragement. Especially at that turbulent age, it taught me to walk, drink tea, read, look up, and most importantly, let me learn to be quiet. When life learns to be quiet, even wherever I am, whether the environment is good or bad will not easily change the place where life trusts. Yes, the years are long and the night is long. Time has changed my appearance, but it can’t change the good habits brought by the night. When I reach middle age, my mood is like looking at the moon in the court, and it is empty, no longer like the ignorant young man who was arrogant and greedy in the past, what I want to do most now or in the future is to cultivate myself in the back garden of my life, cultivate the spirit of greatness, and then start the dialogue with the soul, release the night brings me recalling the past and getting closer to the spiritual quality until I get close to the starry sky I expect! At this moment, the night was dim, and a crescent moon was resting on the window bar. I sat quietly in the light, and the beautiful melody of Ma Sicong rang again in my ear. He took my thoughts to the past, snow elimination in distant spring

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