Good night, night

In the dark of the night, I have experienced the traces of vicissitudes of life, how many historical gates have passed. How many times have I wanted to use the most beautiful strokes to paint the beauty of the night, using ancient words to outline the outline of the night, in the light of the world, the night looks so pale, who knows how much it hides? Concerned, how many miss. Looking for the rhythm that history has traveled, who is sighing who has taken away the flow of the year. The flowers under the arm, quietly fall with the wind. Walking in the tunnel of the turbulent year, it seems to have seen Nalan Rong alone leaning between the corridors. His melancholy eyes, seeing the loneliness of the night, the paleness of the night. In such a comfortable night, his thoughts have been hidden in his heart, and he has been helplessly sighed: "If life is just like seeing first, what is the autumn wind and sorrow to draw a fan." He has a shocking talent, but he is full of cockroaches. In life, I have "the family sings and drinks water, and Nalan’s thoughts have been known." Perhaps he is the guardian of loneliness, the angel of the midnight. His world is beautiful and compassionate. I don't know how many people know what he is pursuing in his life. It is not a kind of pursuit of fame and fortune. Perhaps he pursues a spirit of beauty and pursues an elegance in the red dust. No one can say it clearly. After the three generations of the world, the flowers of several generations reincarnation, who forgot the loneliness of the night. Every night, always accompanied by the red dust, always want to forget the snoring, and then sing alone and shallowly: "There is no sound in the world, and there are many flowers in the night. I want to ask where the flowers are going, the world is full of words. Who is it?" Continue to play, and make a red song."

Only now, the beauty of the midnight has been lost, and the color has faded. - People have made the night a dark day, and only the sleepless day alternates with the sleepy day. Now, people may have forgotten the angel who guards the Midnight, the lonely guardian. The people of reality have already lost themselves in the red dust. Every night, the people who are helpless, who is the back, who is desperate, in this flashy world, I always want to have a quiet place, look down on myself. Blossom.

Tonight, I said, "A night that has long been in violation of the third world, a so happy night, good night!" When the wind started, the night gradually drifted away, and another dawn approached me.

After the millennium, I was no longer there. How many thousand autumn leaves were reincarnation, as if the traces of the night were gone, and I don’t know the night of that time, what kind of scenery are there around you? Is it red and green? Or is it easy to think outside the dust? I don't know if you remembered the lonely guardian who relied on the past thousand years ago. Have you forgotten me? Have you ever remembered that a thousand years ago, someone also greeted you with "good night"?

Postscript: I remember reading an article with a sentence that reads: "Tonight, I used a finger full of sadness to knock out the fascinating cloud of smoke."

Gaotang Junior High School, Liangying Town, Chaoyang City, Shantou, Guangdong, China