Clouds

It was another hot day. As night fell, the last golden glow on the horizon slowly faded to the depth of the clouds. At this moment, the streets covered by night lights are still braving thick heat. Looking up, there were no stars and no moon, only thick clouds hanging in the sky, dark. However, my mood is heavier and darker than the cloud on this day. The fidgety mood is like a piece of lead stone pressing on my heart, which makes my heart suffocated. No matter what the mood is, I am used to talking with words and telling my mind. Maybe at this moment, words are my bosom friend who knows me best in my soul, right? The night, the words, the sky and the emotion all fell into the lines. What flickered in my mind was endless melancholy, lonely and lonely, dejected. At this time, I saw the cloud was still, I couldn’t see its swimming body, those dark clouds, I don’t know when? A mountain named Emei was formed in the sky and crossed over my head, which made my eyes hurt heavily. I withdrew my eyes and returned to the street lamp in front of the door. However, I still feel the feeling of being pressed on the top of my head. Ten thousand of them are uncomfortable and extremely uncomfortable. I couldn’t help raising my head and continuing to stare at it. Well, the mountain is gone. Ah, the floating clouds are always floating clouds. It can never compete with the persistent Mountain and is firm. In the blink of an eye, they lost their concentration and dissipated. Jie, I saw them wriggling their bodies, gathering the appearance of monsters in cartoons one by one, lying on the top of rows of tall buildings on the opposite side. Some of them have countless horns, some are waving huge arms, and they also stare at me with crazy eyes, thinking in their hearts that I am so kind, why did you look at me with such sharp eyes? Heart furry. In a flash, the monster disappeared, and began to turn into seven or eight scattered dark clouds, slowly swimming into every corner of the sky. This may be the nature of floating clouds, unpredictable! Why isn’t life like this? Everything is floating clouds. The promised promise became a lie and a floating cloud in time. How many sincerity, many not, in time in exchange for false affection, beautiful once turned into a bubble, also turned into a floating cloud, let us ordinary people, how to figure out, I can’t figure out the world of floating clouds. The sky turned black little by little, and the floating clouds had disappeared. The sky of the small town was constantly passing through lightning, and it really began to rain. Many vehicles still shuttled tirelessly on the road, the rain slowly began to grow bigger, beating on the sunshade in front of the door and breaking my heart. A wisp of night wind came through the rain. The mind was crumpled by the wind, and layers of lonely ripples were washed out. The weather in summer was always like facial makeup in Peking opera. In the daytime, it was still the hot sun with passion and fire. In the evening, there was lightning and thunder, and rain came. At this moment, I am eager for the rain to fall more heavily. In this way, maybe I will get up my courage and run into the rain to let the rain wet my clothes violently, as well as the melancholy inch skin, even if tears fell on my cheek in such a rainy night, no one could tell clearly, which was rain? Which is tears? The wind was still blurred at night, but the rain stopped. At night, finally in the sound of the rain, the noise of the day retreated and gradually calmed down. However, my heart is always boiling like the weather in the daytime, and my mood is chaotic. The silent gurgling time slipped away like this, and I never thought of retaining it, and even couldn’t retain it. In the years of wind and frost, there has never been a fragrance of flowers in my world, and some of them are just endless messy. A heart is mixed in the world of mortals like this, silently lonely. Life is too short. There is no need to live too sober. Sometimes, being confused is a blessing. Life is originally floating clouds. Why do you think too much? Tomorrow, the sun will still rise from the east. It is still the same life. With text/production/Xiangchu Yanli QQ1743091829

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