On winter nights, even the moon is cold, glowing with cold colors, hanging in the sky. Passers-by looked up. In the confusion, they will think that it is just a street lamp, with a gray-white aperture the size of a street lamp, with the dryness and exhaustion of the winter night, penetrating into their hearts.
At the end of the day and night, tonight's moon is bright, bright and not a little bleak. There have been too many opportunities in the recent months and months, and I can't help but lean on the railing alone, guard the window in winter, count the time that has passed before waving goodbye, and countless fragments of memory do not join. The bitter winter wind blew across his cheeks, and the air around him was frozen in desolation and envy, desolate and beautiful.
There is a must-go road and always meets darkness at 2 a.m. Last night, as bright as daytime, it made me feel strange. I looked up at the dense trees on either side. The moonlight drifted quietly, and the fallen leaves fell. The moon revealed his face.
I had hoped countless times that a lamp would illuminate the path I had walked on one side, but now I finally didn't have to look forward to it anymore. Riding a bicycle in the middle of the road, in the building opposite the bushes, the lights are bright, the cool breeze is blowing slowly, there is no trace of sleep, the road under the moonlight makes people reluctant to leave in peace, and the beautiful feeling is always inadvertently greasy. When I came, those old things had been unconsciously erased by the years, and the red dust in the floating light disappeared into the parting alley.
After many years of marriage, their love is diluted by the transparent water of time. The plumber's wealth at this time was enough for him to spend the previous months and months. Women get older. She had forgotten how long her husband hadn't slept with her, the last time she took her to a show, and when she was on a date, when she looked at her and chatted happily. She repeated the trivialities that a housewife could have.
I think of a scene in the movie: at night, the husband is dressed in a fancy dress, holding the same fashionable lover among a group of gentlemen, drinking champagne and chatting about the fate of the characters in the play. The wife walked into a restaurant alone. After ordering dinner, she caught a glimpse of the single professor at the next table. She sympathized with her and felt sorry for herself, so she timidly asked the man, "Sir, can we have dinner together?" "The same lonely single man eagerly agreed to her invitation.
The single professor told her a few jokes and told some funny things about him, and she laughed and leaned over. When parting, the man said he would take her home, and she acquiesced. One winter night, it was cold on the streets, and the cold wind was blowing unscrupulously. The woman couldn't help but put up her collar and asked the single professor, "Can you hug me?" The man pulled her away. She leaned on her shoulder and walked in the cold wind, in a daze, thinking that time had turned back. When she got to the door, she sensibly didn't invite the single men in, they said goodbye one by one. The husband has not yet come home, and the daughter is busy in love. In the empty room, her face was full of emptiness and helplessness.