Quiet night

Dusk is a door of the night, standing alone in the wilderness, and the bat flies in front of its forehead. The night was finally opened.

The night is like a big drop of dew, and the dream and the reality are wrapped together in an instant. The crystal clear and clear without a trace of dregs, the fireflies move in this purity.

I was sitting alone at the window, holding my hand and looking up at the sky.

Everything was quiet, and there was no noise and noisyness in the day. The footsteps of the quartz clock only ringed in the air, and it told me that at the moment, I am not alone, and it is with me.

The quietness of the night is deeply attracted to me. The stars are guarding a bright moon, like the pearl inlaid on the black satin, releasing the mysterious light, which makes it sad.

The life coordinate system landed in a small trough, and the one-month effort did not see good results. The first three modules of the English test, I was really bad. I don't know where I am doing badly, what is wrong with me, and who should blame. Quietly swearing in your heart: You want to escape, and want to push the responsibility away, to emphasize what external factors! You are an unconscionable, cowardly guy!

Another one is desperately arguing: I didn't want to escape responsibility! A guy like me who is stupid to the extreme, half-delicious machine, how can I push my mind away! You give me a good grievance!

The tears of the beggars slammed into the eyes and sobbed; the one who was swearing stopped talking and fell into meditation. Only the moon in the sky is still looking at me with affection. I looked back at her with wide eyes and fear, and I was at a loss.

I stretched out my hand and wanted to hold the clearest moonlight, licking the ink for me. The cool night like water runs down my fingertips, soaking every inch of my skin and clothes, and the cold melody spreads to the whole body...

My mood is gradually calming down. I like this feeling, as if I have completely entrusted myself to nature, entrusted to the night, and confided all the troubles calmly, said to the moon, and used the night to pour out my anxiety. Only under this sky, I am a real me.

I am no longer considering the relationship between what is lost, what is paid, and what is paid. What is terrible when it fails? Because I have worked hard, there is no result. Even if it fails, I have no conscience.

I used my heart to prop up a sky for myself. It left me with an empty land for me to sing. Even in the dark, it can bring me a bright moonlight and illuminate the dream.

Third day: Cui Wenbin