Overnight accommodation

Twilight is like carrying crows at dusk, casting dark shadows along the way, and it is also like dark clouds gathering slowly, drooping and falling down, leaving old trees and withered vines, villages and people, the distant mountains and the water are all light in my arms. The last golden light on the horizon disappeared quietly, and the moon peaked out slightly from the sparse branches, looking down at the numerous and complicated world coldly. I stood in front of the courtyard of Ping’s hometown, facing the pond with clear water. The wooden fence beside the pond was covered with balsam pear, loofah and beans …… the dark green in the daytime became the silhouette of the night, and the yellow of the stars could be seen faintly, which were flowers unwilling to call the curtain. Fruits and vegetables were singing the hymn of summer with their bulging bodies swaying in the wind. No dazzling neon, no noise, no official documents, no God. In such a quiet time, I almost wanted to recite Liu Yuxi’s “humble room inscription”. However, how can Ping’s Huawu be a shabby room? Carved beams and painted buildings, Eaves and arches, solemn and majestic. It seemed that if the copper ring on the vermilion gate was lightly fastened, the boy from the general corner of Tsing Yi would step out and greet the guests to the inner room with a smile. Teacher Guo Long once wrote in the wind of wild grapes: Stars are flowers in the sky, and flowers are stars on the ground. After twenty years, this poem came to my heart clearly through countless rain curtains and curtains, and there was a joy of reunion of old friends. Reading “The Little Prince”, I also like that sentence: If you fall in love with a flower growing on the stars, then you will feel happy when you look at the sky at night, all the stars are like blooming flowers. Looking up at the starry sky, the sky is full of flowers, how many people can find their own one among them? How many incomplete hearts are there in the end? Stars still shine bright. Lying on the bed after grooming, although it was summer, there was no heat in these days. My daughter’s breath was a tender song, which hypnotized the time, solidified the Four Seasons, trapped the flowers and trees, and even the disturbing mosquito sounds were no longer heard. It was the time when everyone slept, but I was not tired with my burning eyes open. There was a small voice, which was the whisper of the night pedestrians; With a bang, the magpie Bird stepped on the dead branches and the branches fell to the ground; The gaggle and gaggle frogs were whispering, the dull sound is like a broken cowhide drum. Plop, the water splashes everywhere, and they open the clear round water and swim far away. In the past, I seldom listened to these sounds of nature, but now I am far away from the flashy of the metropolis, and at the same time, everything is silent. I simply turned on the night light at the head of the bed and played some light music. My thoughts are fluttering and, like floating wood, I didn’t know where to go with the wave, and I entered the black sweet village half asleep and half awake. Midnight downstairs drink water, because is unfamiliar place, only sleep shadow shadow narrowest, inexplicable some alarming. Holding the long iron handrail winding down, I felt like walking on an endless track. The road ahead was not clear and the road back was dark, but I could only keep walking. The temperature in the countryside is much lower than that in the city. At the end of July, the marble stairs were already suffused with faint coolness, like a snake circling its body along its shank, with trembling skin. I suspect that I am not in the hot summer, but in the deeper autumn. The famous saying of Bai Letian the world is full of fragrance in April, and peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom. It describes the wonderful scene of the flourishing of peach blossom in lunar April caused by regional and climate differences. If you are in Wuhan, you must be sweating and blowing the air conditioner at this moment, but the countryside hundreds of kilometers away is cold and comfortable, and all the limbs and bones are comfortable, isn’t it a creation of Zhong Shenxiu? Outside the window, the grass worm played the piano in the field, and its wings vibrated the air. All I knew was crickets. July is in the wild, August is in Yu, September is in the household, and there is a bed in October. Hearing the sound of crunches near my ears, I suspected that they hid under my bed early or hid in my heart. The same is true when the old houses in my hometown were not demolished. Every midnight, from the kitchen to the backyard, the whole is a cricket paradise. Whining and whining, or hurried, or tactful, or short, or long, one after another, playing a vigorous Symphony. It is drizzling like rain at night, sonorous like gold and stone, and whispering like whispers. They are the masters of the world, and we are the guests of the grand meeting. Without words, we just relax ourselves and indulge ourselves in the breeze and the moon of the nature. For several times, I was so childlike that I wanted to learn from Mr. Lu Xun in the herbal garden, dig out the cave on the wall, remove the wet well bricks, pull the long grass beside the ditch to see where they were hiding on Earth, I was afraid of digging out a few centipedes with long feet and other insects, so I had to give up. I looked at those singers of souls admiringly. Although life was fragile and short, I spent my whole life singing freely. Although we human beings have a relatively long life, we have to work hard in reality, and we are trapped in all kinds of prison all our lives. By contrast, it is really hard to say who is happier. The crickets didn’t know my psychology. Their strong hind legs jumped high and pulled a semicircle bow in the air. They used my instep as a springboard and jumped away. I don’t know how long it took, a few sounds of Rooster’s long cry cut through the silence, and suddenly a stone stirred up thousands of layers of waves. In a flash, the rooster in the whole village sang in unison as if they had made an appointment, and the Rooster. Hearing this sacred call, the sun struggled to jump out of the sea and emit thousands of rays of sunlight. A fresh day began. When I saw the time, it was only three o’clock in the morning, and I couldn’t help sighing the diligence of the chickens. More than 3000 years ago, there was such a couple. When the wife heard the rooster’s announcement, she pushed her husband who was still asleep: The Rooster had already started beating. The husband said vaguely: it is not bright yet. Afraid of being urged by his wife, he added: If you don’t believe it, look at the sky. The stars in the sky are still shining brightly. The wife continued to say softly: The birds Magpies in the nest are going to fly all over the sky. You should prepare bows and arrows to the reed marshes. This is the Book of Songs. The national style. The female is a chicken. Obviously I was addicted to the love between men and women, but because of the beautiful emotion, I didn’t feel dirty at all. I had to pay it as clear as water. With these foreshadowing, the next step is more warm and natural. It is appropriate to talk about drinking and grow old with you. The qinse is at the Royal level, and it is all quiet. What really smells in the world is nothing more than light pleasure, which can also be said to be ordinary happiness. Because it was beyond my expectation that I could enjoy the ancient romantic elegance with a crowing of chicken, which was totally an unexpected harvest. However, I am on vacation, and I don’t have to work, and I don’t have to hear the chicken dance, so I don’t want to be too fond of the pillow, right? Thinking like this, I fell asleep again. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring

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