The lights are on, the night is chaotic and quiet. My eyelids quietly opened and my mind was blank. The melody of the canteen does not travel through my heart, and it is only now that I am still wandering in the night. I don’t know how long I have been sleeping, but three hours are like looking through autumn water. A sneeze disturbs a colorful dream, and a feeling of ridding a vague soul. When I woke up, my thoughts that were floating in the air returned to my body on the bed. Taste a pot of luminous light, let your thoughts walk quietly, let your severe cold be lost in this quiet night, and no longer linger with this fat body.
During the day, you can also watch the sunrise and sunset, the cold winter scenery, the forest on the mountain, and then shout "It's so beautiful" and "It's so beautiful". Seeing trees and plants competing for the sunshine, they are all scrambling to climb to the top of the canopy, and those slow-growing trees will slowly wither in the shadow of winter.
I didn’t expect that I would come back from climbing a mountain and taking a cold shower, but this was the case. A dream evokes the unbearable past. In the cold night, staring out the window, the whole city fell asleep quietly, only the cold wind broke through the window, soaking my heart, and having to go back to the sofa in the corner to sit.
In that corner, a person holding a lamp and looking at the wall, holding a cigarette in his hand, his eyes were exhausted and unable to fall asleep. A person, a road, I don’t know how many times he has walked, and how long he will continue to walk. Perhaps this road has no end at all.
In my life, there is all your life, but I am still used to waiting.
Wait,
Wait,
Wait,
Wait,
Hope to look back one day, relive the misty years, and enjoy the sun, sea water and hotbed. The cold keyboard cannot type in many vicissitudes of poetry, and the shiny USB flash drive cannot record much of the tender heart of thought, which is even more helpless, helpless and confused.
I often complain that the prosperity of the city seems to have nothing to do with me. The bright lights and green colors are already untainted with me. I like tranquility and clear my messy thoughts in silence. Everything in the past has turned into a wisp of dust, buried at the bottom of the valley, but I still picked it up over and over again, cared for it in my palm, and the years have passed and saddened myself.
