Tossing and turning, awake at night. The night was very quiet, and there was a few stars outside the window. Suddenly I remembered the good words of Du Mu’s silver candle in Tang Dynasty, the cold autumn light painting screen and the light basket of small fans on the fireflies. Unfortunately, I have never seen fireflies dancing alone on a moonlit night. Just like the believers with Tibetan complex who have never seen the lonely pilgrim, just like the determined politicians who have never seen the real utopia sphinx who only said one word, she said: a grain of sand is the desert, desert is a grain of sand. We all heard it, but we don’t understand. Such a desolate night and such a clean sky, but they can hardly hide the confusion in human heart. Just as we don’t understand the words of Sphinx, I also don’t understand why a mother’s brother could be poisoned just out of envy Cain; I also don’t understand how much enlightenment Mustafar’s preaching brought to the city-state on earth; I also don’t understand how many secrets are buried under the Mesopotamia plain where the beauty of Su always lives. Suddenly, there was a hint of coolness beside her, which brought her thoughts back here. It was the golden autumn, and the cool air at night was like a golden needle as thin as a cow’s hair, which was so deep. I can’t see the maple trees under the night, nor the maple leaves dancing in the autumn wind, but I stubbornly want to see the flowers and flowers in the autumn wind, I stubbornly wanted to see the fragrance of birds and flowers in the autumn night, so I firmly believed that autumn was the appearance of spring’s aging. If you like a bunch of flowers, you don’t have to see its bloom. Life is just a process, but not necessarily a complete process. You can’t see the bloom of flowers, seeing the withering of flowers, did you experience the reincarnation of life? This old spring makes people have a lot of thoughts, especially under the shadow of night, as if the Angels were folding their wings from the clouds, while sprinkling golden scenery to the Earth, it also brings great fear and doubt to the people of God. The moon is cloudy and sunny, and people have joys and sorrows. Life is always a process, but how to treat it is puzzling. Is spring the same as people, and it will suddenly grow old at some casual moment, with no glory and old spirit. This imaginary scene is really no different from the present one. What is an unspeakable journey from new to old? Love is always so unknown, unless it is the time of separation. The love for spring has never been engraved in my heart. When it left, I found that the bottom of my heart had already been carved into ravines with tears flowing. For people, is this not the case? When you find a mountain, don’t rush to climb, first recognize your height. When the spring grows old, write down a melodious music and travel with her for thousands of miles; When the spring grows old, take off a piece of soft plain clothes to accompany her breath; When the spring grows old, turned into a circle of slight ripples, following her dream

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