Yakun night reading 丨 just listen to the side ear (with sound)

...... (Excerpt)

Everything is burning, and humanity is hiding.

So all things merge with the sun as an intimate whole, a large family that is rich enough to be strange and multiverse, because after a fierce obsession that cannot be avoided, they have become familiar with each other.

Only humans are out there.

Man builds his own fortress and culture, and is inseparable from the sun, so there are countless blanks, waiting for imagination, thought, and everything possible to fill and patch.

Complaining that the summer sun is too hot, driving away, dodging, all arise from this. Rejoicing in the winter sunshine is like the old man, joy and attachment, also arise from this.

So, I'm so excited when the sun re-visits the windowsill in the winter, regardless of the past. How much force I used to avoid it, how much force I used to meet it now. I pulled the curtains as far to the edge as possible, so that they wouldn't block even the slightest sunlight. The sun still rushed in like summer, like a long walk home, seeing the person who slept from childhood to a large bed, pounced on it wholeheartedly, collapsed on it, smiling and unwilling to move. I was part of that big bed, held by the sun, and for a moment I could barely catch my breath. I know this is the weight of joy, and all the stories of the long goodbye reunion are put into one posture, performed in front of me, how can I and Sunshine not be so excited that I almost dizzy?

Such a position takes time to slowly loosen and stretch. I sat at the desk and continued to work, and Let the sunshine slowly wander through the room, examining every object and place that had been away for a long time. We didn't understand words, but it didn't hinder the transmission of emotions between us at all, and temperature was a tool for us to communicate. It moved forward on my bare skin, saying that my heat was too small to warm my clothes, and when I rubbed my coat with my palm, it was already warm and dry, it was a gift from the sun, and it knew that it was what I needed most in winter.

The book opens itself up as much as possible, and every black word and picture is greeting the sun. They are used to shade, but winter gives them cold. These are two concepts. Every content of the book needs to return to the sun and help them return to the familiar temperature, which is the comfort zone that can make them feel good.

Time has come to modern times, and communication has expelled or cracked the pain of longing one by one, but the gathering with the sun is not limited by this. For hundreds of millions of years, no matter where everything goes, we are no different from the sun. People's hearts change, the world is turbulent, but the original intention and footsteps of sunshine have never changed.

I saw eternity in the sun. What is extremely scarce in this worldly world has become the meaning that I hate and love it, but still have to be with it. Generation after generation is gone, and someone will take over and talk to the sunshine. The journey of the sun, the unbreakable change and the unbreakable eternity of this change, is a trickle of the source of the mind on which human beings depend for their survival. I hold it in the palm of my hand, in the silent footsteps of winter, its origin and journey, just listen to it.