There were many times when I felt that my burning had turned to ashes, black and ugly, only some of the embers still had light, and when the wind rose, it disappeared with the ashes, leaving only ugliness, and the saddest thing was that the wind could take away the burned paper, but not my sad heart. But these are not particularly meaningful, anyway, I have long been used to it, today is cloudy, and there is no moon in the middle of the night, but in my memory there is a hazy moon, which always exudes a quiet light, so that my already sad heart has some comfort.

Many times late at night, I walked alone on campus, both in reality and in dreams. The surrounding students are in pairs, and the night on campus is a paradise for couples and carnivals for clubs. I see that there are almost no lonely people, and even if there are, they are only on the way to meet their friends. Silence does not apply in the quiet of the night, twitter is the essence of the night. Lonely people have stories, and taciturn people have hearts, but I have neither stories nor hearts. But I'm alone!

Couples, carnival classmates like to find light in the dark, and start to enjoy themselves under the place where the street lamp shines, so I have my own wisdom - I go to the dark place, where there is no light.

Darkness is not completely dark because there are a lot of lights around, but it is much darker than around. On such a path, I was finally left with only myself.

I walked slowly on this unknown road where there was more darkness than light, and silence was greater than dryness, slowly, and I didn't know what I was thinking, maybe I thought about it, but I didn't remember it. Sometimes the tranquility was disturbed by some uninvited guest, but it was only for less than a minute, and after they had left abruptly, I was enjoying my time alone.

No matter how slow you walk or how long you walk, as long as you walk, you will always come to an end. I have always had a brief blindness at the junction of the bright road and the dark road. When I look back at the road I've traveled, I feel a nameless sense of joy and excitement.

Looking at this road, I seem to see the path of my past life. And I trimmed the past into ornaments and put them on the way I came, and when I looked back, everything was beautiful, the darkness was attached to the things that were gone, and the light was attached to the existence. Many of what I felt was dark have become relics, but I still exist today, whether I am light or not.

But I found that there was a lot of light on this dark road after I had walked, and most of it did not come from the lights around me, but from the bright moon in the sky that I had never noticed. When I noticed it, I saw the moonlight pouring down like mercury, emitting a faint glow that landed beneath the mottled shadows of the trees.

Once again, I could not help but recall the many lights in my memory, and I had to say this to those who gave me light:

I can't think of how to describe your quiet years, so I can only answer the side signs that are not asked. I don't know how to evaluate your peculiarities, I don't want to paraphrase other people's sweet words, and I don't like to talk about hearsay. I just want to say that you are not bad, not particularly good, not particularly bad, just like all other ordinary people in the world, with your own strengths and weaknesses. I also think that you are the existence attached to the light, and when I meet you who are OK, everything can only be ko, so I always believe that this path is always bright, from the past to the present to the future, from life to death, from a moment to eternity.

The moonlight not only shone into the dark path, but also into my heart, even though there was more pain in my heart, but I only needed to wrap it in the silver moonlight, and the light silver light was still refracted out. And I am even more convinced that if suffering is inevitable, then overcoming it is my inevitable choice. I believe that I will never give up, and tears will only be extra hot after going through hardships.

From then on, the moonlight has two parts for me, and the moon has two parts, realistic, and hearty. Encountering the moonlight is the joy of my evening, and meeting the irreplaceable you is the blessing of my life. In the silvery sky, I finally strode into the bright future, surrounded by people cheering......