In the dead of night, listening to the sound of the stars

As the New Year approaches, fireworks ring out in the desert, the glass of the windows is polished, and the colored light shines through the ice.

Looking at the tranquility of the night, the heart has sailed to the end, and the deception has cooled the enthusiasm in exchange for the soberness of the present.

Dark clouds obscure the stars, and there is no flickering movement, and the meteors ignore the resistance of the atmosphere and rub the debris without forgetting to run.

Turning and sitting back at his desk, he found a letter that had not been opened for a long time, and read the handwriting that seemed to be a conversation, once again releasing the backlog of lyricism.

The lamp stands in the room, the deep night appears to be muddy, setting off the expression on the face, and the warmth is a romantic indication.

The frescoes on the walls overwhelmed the sadness of their masters, and the half-drawn curtains absorbed the tenderness of the induction, and their love had always been turning, as if midnight was no longer full of mocking ruthlessness.

Trying to find the secret of the stars, the stars quietly closed their eyes, without the guidance of the light in the sky, how can they find the lost message?

In fact, the stars can make sounds, until they throw away the noisy silence, listen carefully when the night is quiet, and listen quietly when the night is quiet.