anchor reads classics and says good night to you. Hello everyone, this is Lightning Night Reading. I am Pang Weiwei, the anchor of Yucheng integrated media. I will share with you tonight the prose "Autumn Night" by Ding Limei .
Autumn Night
Text | Ding Limei
The full moonlight, with the coolness of dewdrops, rushed to my window, and I realized that it was autumn.
The autumn moonlight is different. If the moonlight in summer is lively and transparent, the moonlight in autumn is plump and mature, with thousands of sails and infinite charm. It attracts me and reminds me of the autumn night.
said to the man: "Going outside for a walk?"
He barely hesitated for a moment and responded: "Okay, I'll accompany you."
The door was behind him and he closed it gently. The footsteps in tandem echoed each other, rustling, rustling, mine, his. Our laughter cannot be seen in the dark night, but we are laughing. We are two naughty children, sneaking out of the sight of the adults when they are not paying attention, and we are secretly happy in our hearts. The
community is asleep. The night is quiet and clean. In the air, what flows is the body fragrance of the night, from trees, flowers, grass, and dewdrops. The dust of the day is gone, the noise of the day is gone, the clutter of the day is gone, and even the ugly scars on an iron door are gone. In front of the window of every house, there is a night star hanging like fine silk. All the hardness, at this moment, reveals its soft core, happy and unhappy, all fall asleep.
There is no broader mind than night. It can accommodate your pride and your frustration; it can accommodate your laughter and your sadness. The night won't hurt you.
The flowers are moist, much more watery than during the day. Bend down and identify, is this rose ? This is and a string of red , right? As for this, is it cosmos ? bowl flower is recognized immediately, because they bloom so enthusiastically, one after another. Even though the night was hazy, one could still see their little faces, which were red and open. They use all their strength to show off their most beautiful faces and show them to Ye Ye. Under the lamp, I dress up by the window and put flowers on the mirror. And once the day comes, their flowers all close up and bloom all night, leaving no trace.
Really, really, why are you so stupid that you only open it at night? I muttered in my mouth, but I applauded it in my heart. It is said that women should have a look that pleases them, and so do flowers. It is only open to the night, that is its fate, and it is also its persistence.
"Let's sit down for a while." We said almost at the same time. I found a stone bench on the edge of the huge grassland. I sat on this end and he sat on the other end.
The stone bench is as cool as jade. The wind blows from all directions, cool and sweet with dew. The scent of grass becomes pure and mellow at this time, overwhelming and overwhelming. The chirping of insects was as thin as a whisper. The trees stood in silhouette, and when the moonlight moved, they moved with it.
In the early autumn sky, the stars were sparse, but they were still very bright. I think of a distant sentence: "A star in the sky, a person on the ground." I was still young at that time, and when the meteors streaked across the sky, my little heart would tremble: Who is gone?
who? The relatives around me are all here, and I feel very uneasy when I touch this or that. My mother didn’t know my heart. She gently slapped my hand and asked, “Girl, what do you want to do stupidly?”
I had fear at that time, fear of losing. I wanted to hold on tightly and never let go. . In fact, as I grew up, I kept facing loss and was helpless. First, my cousin, who was the same age as me, drowned when he went swimming in a river in the summer when he was 10 years old; later, my deskmate in elementary school, a girl with big eyes, died of smallpox; and then, people left one after another. There are many, some of them are my teenage playmates, some are my middle school classmates, and some are my friends. A person who was laughing and talking loudly yesterday is now separated from the yin and yang. When I became an adult, every time I went back to my hometown, I would hear some sad news. Someone in the village who I once knew was gone.Until my grandfather, grandmother, grandmother, and grandfather passed away one after another.
I sighed softly: "The people in my life are missing one by one." He came over to hold my hand, and he said: "Let's live a good life."
smiled. Disappearance is inevitable and unknown. There is nothing we can do, so let nature take its course. What can be grasped is the present moment. At the moment, we are alive, we are all here, so treat each other well and don't waste every inch of time. For example, let's enjoy the tranquility of this autumn night together and the stability of this world.
"The autumn light of silver candles paints the screen coldly, and the light fan blows at the flowing fireflies. The sky is as cold as water at night, and I sit and watch Altair and Vega." The resentment of the palace maids in those days remained in that autumn night. All they wanted in life was to stay together overnight, but they couldn't. They could only accompany Liuying as they grew old. I am grateful to the person beside me. He is here and he makes an autumn night fulfilling.
He asked: "Is it cold?"
I answered: "Not cold."
We stopped talking, and the night passed over us gently, and we became a part of the night, a part of nature, like a A grass, a flower, a leaf. Be quiet and indifferent.
About the author:
Ding Limei, a writer, is from Dongtai, Jiangsu. Member of the expert group of Jiangsu Province Extracurricular Reading Steering Committee. Representative works "The wind will remember the fragrance of a flower", "A beautiful flower will bloom into the evening", "Meet" and "Warm Love". The work "Hyacinth in the Flower Pot" was selected into the Chinese textbooks of Singapore middle schools. The work "There is a kind of love called dependence on each other" was selected as the "Chinese" textbook for secondary vocational colleges across the country. Hailed as "the most heart-warming writer" by readers. Introduction to
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Yucheng Fusion Media anchor Pang Weiwei
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