Chapter 489: A Sad Night

Curled up and shivering, I thought of a newborn child, full of curiosity and fear about the outside world. This dark night, this storm, this foreign land, under this special mausoleum, makes me think a lot.

Finally, the night was as cold as water, and it stopped, and the minutes stopped, and looking at the starry sky that suddenly appeared outside the window, I wanted to go out for a walk again. I like the feeling of stepping on the grass, clusters, layers, imagining its green and withered yellow, just like stepping on my years.

I poked my head out and looked at the starry head, where did the wind come from? It gently blows on me, entering my body through every pore on my body, making me feel like I'm tasting a faint herbal tea. At this time, the grassland does not have the fiery and restless heart of summer, and there is no cold and biting of winter, which is the most comfortable time.

There was a galaxy in the sky above me, and I looked there, my eyes traveled through countless time and space, how many beauty and miracles were there? I gradually lost myself in that universe, as if I had forgotten myself, my emotions, my time, my future past, and I became a speck of dust that refracted the universe. The heart became a world of nothingness and darkness, and it was like this unconsciously, I don't know how many years have passed.

It wasn't until a cold feeling rose in my heart that I became self-conscious, discovered my body, and understood that I was the same in the heavens, the earth, and the universe. Somehow, I felt a desolation in my heart.

The once mirage-like ideals of the head have long since disappeared, and now they leave behind a sea of stars and fog that makes people lose themselves. And ahead is the pitch-black abyss. Suddenly, I found that I had no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth, and I didn't even have the courage to take a step forward. Once seen in the clouds of three thousand landscapes, now hundreds of millions of stars come from the eyes. Thinking of this, all of a sudden, overwhelming sadness swept over my inner world, and tears welled up in my eyes.

I lay in Zhangpeng, the dark earth is like a lonely grave for me, floating above the nine heavens, drifting down the Milky Way in all directions, and the years are long here. I think that instead of walking through the cold world, it is better to hide in the void of silence, but there is also desolation hidden in that nothingness.

Just like Temujin lying in the snow-capped mountains behind him, the glory of a thousand years ago may be long gone, leaving only the mottled history and looking haggard.

In this rainy autumn, the fallen leaves are chaotic, and the withered yellow washes away the thoughts of a lifetime, perhaps in the waiting wilderness, infatuated with the legendary Sauvignon Blanc, and sad the sorrow of the disturbed children. In the decay of autumn, I inadvertently fell into a confusion that the world could not decipher.

I once wandered on the grassland of love in my dreams, sighed deeply and lonely in the depression of the green grass and blue sky, watched the stars in the sky, listened to the chirping of the night, and spread my wings in the holy imagination......

Time is expanding, love is growing, slowly growing up, the air flow around me has become colorful, looking at the natural cloudy and sunny round, the joys and sorrows of the world, there is an unconscious sadness tightly entangled, there is a hurried footsteps to follow the romantic world, but also on the moss of the diary, tears swaying and stumbling.

A few feelings have disappeared, a few figures have also passed by, but in front of the lonely window, there are also remnants of their own residual warmth of the palm, as well as the eyes that have long been numb, the bleakness of the night, let me want to tears, the warmth of the kiss, the cold heart, the figure under the light that snuggles up, fell in my sight, swayed the ripples of misery, the mood, the moonlight in the crying rain, liaobo escaped, the quiet sky, no longer clear and no illusion, In the dark, I was suddenly shocked by this empty and silent starry sky, and worshiped the brown "When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky, I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace." ”

I was intoxicated......

After many vicissitudes of life, where is the soul? Affection is interdependent; The wandering heart is almost stunned, the rain falls lovesick tears, and the moon rises with sorrow and joy. Counting the rain is footsteps, ignoring the sadness of parting, my heart fluttering in the damp wind, I swim in indecisive memories.

The deep night was open, and the heavy air suppressed the suffocating breath. The sky has no spirituality, the moist eyes are full of the barrenness of memory, and on a muddy path, there is only my wound, and I can't find the direction of the exit.

The heart is exhausted, but it is sought in the forest.

Tears are haggard, but they linger in the desert.

The sky is long, the years are long, and the tide of heartache is in the river of emotion. Another sleepless night, and a blind lovesickness, leaving flowers and full moons, writing hundreds of millions of years, the pen in his hand, lurking in the traces of the long night.

Looking at the drifting sky, a heavy gloom was poured, a small raindrop, scattered and mournful.

Melancholy is the net of life, but I am a fish in the net.

All night, I was in front of the transparent starry sky, counting the musty promise: I will not be separated from you in life and death.

Night is always the heartstrings of Liaobo people, making it difficult to sleep

There are always too many nights like this to count

Whenever this happens, there are always too many emotions that have nowhere to speak

With such sorrow, he fell into a deep sleep at the dawn of the morning

At that time, Xu was extremely tired, and sleep came to comfort the tired nerves

I am always used to such habits, but bad habits slowly seem to become natural

Always accustomed to listening to the sound of the night quietly in sleepless nights, when you are extremely bored

At night, it is quiet but not restless

The sounds of nature are always breathy and beautiful, and they can always bring you an immersive feeling

I used to hate the neon lights, the voiced sound of the city, always harsh and unmixed

There are all kinds of things, and if you listen to these dry sounds, it will only make people more and more impetuous

Over time, I slowly learned to find some harmonious sounds

It was the sound of meditation in my head, and I always liked to fantasize about lying on the vast prairie and turning myself into a white cloud or a star in the night.

And now I am standing under this grassland, in the middle of the night after the rain, looking at the stars in the sky, but I can hardly be happy in any way.

Looking at the snow-capped mountains behind you, it seems to be more visible after the rain, and although it is late at night, you can see the snow halfway up the mountain reflecting the light from the sky.

In a trance, I suddenly felt that it was like a pair of hungry wolf eyes, or the eyes of Genghis Khan, a generation of Tianjiao lying here, deep and terrifying.

"Curtain repair, An Xiangfei. Did you sleep? I asked Zhangpeng, who had a bright light next to me.

Soon the heads of Mu Xiu and An Xiangfei were exposed.

"Miss, I don't sleep in the middle of the night, watching ghosts." An Xiangfei rubbed his eyes and complained.