Sleeping thoughts

The night breaks away from the shackles of light and sneaks into the world. It always makes people feel scared. You see, people are back in the house. But I still enjoy the night...

Summer, in the countryside

Grandma's family can be said to live in a natural villa. Behind the house is a row of aspens. In front of the house, there is a rocky beach creek. On the side of the creek, the creek is constantly pouring water into the terraces, and the fields have been planted. The rice, the green secluded, under the moonlight, the foot is like an uncut jasper, so sweet, but dare not touch it, afraid of the stain on the hand. People in the country have a good rest, and I have the opportunity to enjoy the night scene alone. Everything is beautiful, but I dare not go to them. The hands of the city people are clean and lacking. Their hands are too dirty. You can clearly see that their thumbs are stuck with a kind of "selfish" glue: There is a kind of "weak" double-sided adhesive on the index finger: a "self-important" correction fluid is attached to the middle finger: the ring finger is on a "hypocritical" correction belt: the little finger is painted with a "precious" nail polish: palm print There is also a kind of "desire" of mud embedded in it. I think I am the same! Therefore, I can only look at it from afar, and I can't enjoy the beautiful moon with this beautiful mountain, and I am afraid of tarnishing them. At this time, there was a commotion in Tanaka. After that, the frog sounded again and again. This frog sound was praised and ridiculed. This frog can be so happy, isn't it possible to enjoy the moon? In the green field, you can have your own pure land. It is really fun. It is different from the frog at the bottom of the well. Their environment is different and their moods are different. The frog at the bottom of the well can only be bitter, and I am also born. The sympathy of the frog at the bottom of the well can listen to the sound of the frog in the field. Do you think that I am not like this? I only have to suffer. But those who are born and raised do not have to wait. In addition to their hard work and frankness and honesty, they can make a deep processing for the plants, and the sweat dripping from their forehead can make a deep cleansing of the plants. Let me envy the extreme.

Winter, in the city

The family is sitting next to the stove, and the father is watching his "Jane?" "Love", the mother prepared her flat quadrilateral as usual, I also wrote the tangible English as usual, this is my winter home at 9:00 in the evening. Today, as usual, I first removed the battlefield and left the stove. I came to the bedroom. I felt the chill of the winter and slid into the bed. My sister said that she often dazes at the window, just as my bed is also near the window, and I can enjoy the dazzling joy. Outside the window, there were few pedestrians, and the street lights shot the dim light. The moths in the past under the lights have disappeared, and only the withered leaves have drifted from time to time. There is also a sister in the k hall downstairs singing "You must be happy", how to sing, I am not a good comment. Opposite, the business of beef skewers is still hot, and several taxis have stopped at the street. There are not many people who have lights, and they all go to see Zhou Gong too early. This can't be said that they are lazy, but they are too tired. Every day they are overloaded with work, and the pace of life is almost faster than the speed of sound. Some people say: "Being born in the Imperial City is three points expensive." I said: "Being born in the 'people' city is very tired." In order to let themselves go this way, everyone always wants to do some results, so they work hard However, the by-products brought along with the success made them also have headaches, and they wanted to let go, but they were reluctant, so they chose to evade temporarily, and Zhou Gong became their image endorsement.

"Hey," I felt a cold and painful, window glass hit my head. In fact, I also went to see Zhou Gong. "Where do I choose?" I said to myself, look at the watch, 11:30 at midnight. !

Sleeping, my heart is fixed.