Night, once again unexpectedly.
The house is very quiet, only the teapot on the stove is "whirring" and spewing hot air; the house is very warm, warm enough to let people put down everything and just want to enjoy the silence at this time. A man's house, a man's night, drink a cup of hot tea, let the heart be like tea leaves, because of the fullness and precipitation. Wipe away the water droplets on the window, look, the original night, so beautiful, so smelly!
Night is like paint, more and more prominent in the sky of the moon, scattered stars; night is like a fan, less in the daytime cover, the heart can run freely in this world. The winter night is the quietest, there is no wind and cranes, no insects and birds. The whole world belongs to the night, to me alone.
The taste of the night, need to be unique. Alone, the heart is nothing, and people, only by truly achieving the mind without distractions, can they learn to taste the world with their hearts. Night is the end of the day, but also the beginning of the day, she uses the light of the moon and the warmth of the stars to create the most comfortable and comfortable environment for all things that are tired, and silently dedicates herself in the dark.
Night, you and I agreed, taste your taste again.