In the winter night, the starlight is the curtain of the heart, I walk alone in this cold, the soul is gently soothed by the quiet time, and there is more of a deep winter thought, that is a distant thought!
The hustle and bustle of the city has faded away, like the echo of the past, and every time the distractions dissipate into the depths of the night, and the surroundings are soaked in the night, as if telling a wordless story, so that the heart can always hear the call.
I looked up and tried to find the brilliant Milky Way, which was like a dream and hope in life, leading me forward. Look at that! Each star is like a teardrop in the eye, shining with a faint but crystalline light, and they jump in the night sky, weaving a beautiful picture, which is the direction of home.
In this cold winter night, the moon hangs high in the sky, like a bright lighthouse, illuminating the way forward at night, its brilliance falls on the body, so that this winter night suddenly has a touch of warmth and serenity, like a mother's embrace, this night! It's homesickness!
In this quiet night, I felt as if I was breathing in the distance, long and deep, like a poet's chant. At this time, the endless night sky always gives me an unprecedented attraction.
How I wish I could fly, cross the boundaries of time and space, and fly to the place called "home", which is where my heart desires, thinking, thinking, I feel that the moonlight is very warm, and the night is the answer that time gives me.
The stars are twinkling, the moon is smiling, and they tell an eternal story of homesickness. Every time I listen to this quiet nocturne in this moonlight, I feel the rhythm and rhythm of homesickness, day after day, that night, that moonlight, layer after layer in my heart.
The overlapping layer by layer, stacking the years into the years in the depths of the winter cold, they seem to tell me: homesickness is a thread, weaving one by one is time, the warp is thinking, the weft is thinking, and what is connected is to go home for the New Year.
Going home for the New Year is the precipitation of the love that the years have piled up.
I walked in the night again, feeling the coldness and tranquility, my heart under the starry sky, thinking about the nostalgia soaked in the flavor of the year, the more I thought about it, the more I thought about it, the more I thought about it, the more I thought about it, it turned out that every night, every touch of moonlight, is the foreshadowing of the year.
This night is homesick! This homesickness is calling me home for the New Year!
This article was originally published by Yueming Su Guangnuan in Baijiahao, **Please indicate! Thank you for liking, and I would like to get in touch with you with the plain light of the moon and give you warmth!
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