The starry night is very beautiful, especially when the whole starry sky is spread on a scroll, like a brush, rotating graffiti. In the blending of blue, white and dark, I feel the purest loneliness in the world. The whole world, in addition to these paintings, only I am lonely.
And this feeling, every day when I look up at the stars, every time when I look at the screen in a daze, my mood is like silence in the starry night, and I feel infinitely depressed.
Whenever I look up at the stars at the window late at night, I always see Van Gogh's painting: Starry Night
There is always a kind of harmonious farce in the world of laughter and laughter. When looking at the mirror, I always try to gently pinch my face and let myself give myself a smile to comfort my soul in this winter. When I hold myself and smile, I just feel like a clown, but I just want to amuse myself. With a smile for yourself, give yourself a warm.
But in the mirror, what I saw was not the mechanical smile, but clear stubble, absent-minded pupils, and acne dotted on the forehead and temples. I took back my eyes and looked at the manuscript that I didn't know what to write. What I was waiting for was my own momentary amazement. In the midst of the clouds and dogs, time passed into the night and I fell asleep. Before falling asleep, the phone plays the default hypnotic audio, and the breathing is gradually stable; Consciousness gradually becomes silent with the body.
The world is very big and the time is very fast. After falling asleep, I woke up under the call of the alarm bell. At the moment when I opened my eyes, I found that I had lost all colors in my eyes, and only the bright stars in the night flowed. Like a walking corpse, I recall all my feelings in a long and short time, remembering the responsibilities and responsibilities of life. People can't stop, they struggle, stand up, climb up.
And all the so-called responsibilities that support him when he gets up are just not willing to walk in the world in vain, not willing to spend time in the world in vain, and not willing to leave a joke in the mouth and ears of false fame. All come and go just for three liang silver coins and three meals. All the sentimental attachment, in the gray world, pale and powerless. What I left behind was only my lonely self and the clouds of bewilderment.
Gradually, there is no book. Gradually, there is no way in the Jianghu. Often looking pale for a day, looking at myself if I left the present road, there is no way to go, then I feel a bit gloomy again.
The gloomy sky, in the screen of a day, soon becomes night.
At night, the starry sky engulfs all the colors in it, and embellishes all the colors on it, bit by bit, which makes people dizzy. Suddenly, the wind from nowhere rolled up all the gauze, and the whole sky spun at that moment, leaving all the things with their own traces, drawing a long line in the sky
When I woke up, the curtain blocked all the light outside. When I opened the curtain, I felt as if I had torn my own dark world. When I looked at the dazzling light, I felt that tears seemed to flow out of my eyes. I closed my eyes and waited for all the discomfort to recede like the tide. After everything slowly recovered, I looked at the sky outside, the sun was bright, and closed my eyes, The sea of stars is bright.
I got up, faced the mirror, pinched my face and looked at my smile.
The starry night is beautiful, so is the day.
