It was late at night, and no one was sleeping

It was late at night, and no one was sleeping

Li Li

It was late at night, the moonlight was shining on the ground, and all the hustle and bustle gradually stopped. Outside the window, the dark shadow of the tall buildings in the distance rose and fell. In the distance, behind the tall buildings, was the ice blue of the frozen lake. In the thin clouds, the rising moon is like a silver puddle of water at the ice break.

At this time, if you have not fallen asleep, if you are still awake, if you wake up in the middle of the night, you will truly feel that you have withdrawn from others and affairs, and you have returned to yourself naturally, purely. The mountains grew on the south side of the city, clinging to the silence of obscurity, and the long wind was rolling over the mountains and buildings, screaming and running forward. The moon is as cool as water, silent as a mystery, such a night, at this moment, you can only see yourself and hear yourself. The wind cries in the blood, the ancient branches touch the nerves of silence, the past overlaps with the future, "I" resonate with me, and "I" wake up in my body.

Earlier in the night, it is difficult for a person to find this natural sense of self-existence. Because the noisy world during the day has not gone far, even if people have returned from the outside, escaped from the hustle and bustle of the world, and taken off their tiredness and busyness, but after a long day of dealing with the world, people have become accustomed to running non-stop, and they are not busy with things on their hands. So, a moment to do housework, a moment to look at the mobile phone, a moment to eat some fruit, a moment to pet the cat, really belong to their own heart of the time is less pitiful. It is only when there is a deeper silence that the person will slowly pause and return to solitude, to complete silence. At this time, you can hear the voice flowing to your heart. That sound, which only I can hear, is sometimes faint and sometimes deafening.

By this time, all who need to sleep have fallen asleep, and all who should rest have rested. The gentle townspeople murmured, and the depressed people sighed softly in their dreams. At this time, some people who wake up in the night are really working hard: advertising practitioners are rushing to make proposals, IT code farmers are writing code and typing keyboards, TV directors are staying up late to cut films, illustrators are drawing all night... Creativity at night began with the post-industrial innovation of work, where thinking and innovation became the most important productive force. The silence and loneliness of the night can indeed promote the vitality of the mind to some extent, so many occupations in modern society prefer to use the creativity of the night to live. But in the depths of the night, there are still some people who have neither given themselves to sleep nor work. They were alone in the darkness of the night, and for them it was a precious moment of openness. Living in modern society, people's ability to perform, or the ability to play another self, is getting stronger and stronger, but the moment when they face themselves most really, in the middle of the night, will eventually come. The busyness of the day is always endless, only at this time, can finally rest in their own small world for a while, comb through the texture of life, clear their regrets and joys, and have a silent dialogue with themselves, which is the best nourishment for a person's soul.

Even if you only set aside ten minutes of late-night solitude every day, it is a blessing for your own soul and spiritual world. The most existential moment must be solitude, and only when a person is alone can he become himself completely. Don't be afraid to face the night alone, the moon at this time is so transparent, the blue air is sweet and magical, when the embroidered curtain light is deep, the evening cloud is the moon, the shadow in front of the window is bamboo, and the power accumulates in the silent place. In such a quiet night, man realizes that there is only "this moment", that there is light at this moment, that he is sitting in front of the window at this moment, that he is alive at this moment, that the sky is at this moment, that a lonely moon is hanging high for a thousand years.