Original text: Tugna Ritu Network (invaded and deleted).
I read such a passage: "Often in the quiet night, quietly paved a tranquility, those quiet nights, without the hustle and bustle of the day, allow me a quiet and beautiful time, live up to the good time." ”
At dusk, the city gradually quieted down. Get away from the hustle and bustle and find a clean place to soothe your tired heart.
Walk quietly on the road and enjoy the moment. The dark night seals everything in your heart. At this time, looking up at the sky, the clouds have been swallowed up by loneliness.
The wind did not strike again, and I felt the beauty around me, and then deliberately observed the shape of the sky. It is stitched up, it is divided, it is disassembled, it is stretched.
They became thinner, softer, and more arranged, filling the air. The bright moonlight sprinkled the land, and the stars in the sky were blinking.
People walked back and forth in twos and threes, chatting and having fun.
Such a scene is simple, natural, authentic, and so comfortable. It was as if everything had been relieved at this moment.
During the heavy snowfall season, the snowflakes did not show up as scheduled, and people did not expect too much. Instead, a week of warm weather was ushered in.
Many times it is like this poem, "It seems to be the most ordinary and strange, but it is easy but hard".
Life is as usual, many times there are unwillingness, but there will also be unexpected joys. We can give ourselves a mental preset date. After all, "let it happen" is the best interpretation of the course of life.
A person's life melts coldness and loneliness, hustle and bustle, persistence and relief into the blood and bones, using time to connect them, using years to precipitate them, and using love to resolve them.
With the light and dust, with the time Shu roll, with a sunny heart, draped in starlight.