Walk and walk, go to the deepest part of the quiet night, let the noisy lights of the city slowly fade, let the noisy sound of the city gradually move away, let the body dive in the boundless darkness, and peel away the eyes that are pestering and oppressive on the body during the day. Facing the place where the sun had set, against the current, ahead, the mist shrouded the silent riverbank, hazy, shadowy, densely standing on the river beach rows of European poplars, leaves dancing in the evening wind, rustling, through the gaps in the forest, but I saw that the river water was glowing in the night, and the surface of the water was scratched by the nocturnal boats, and those ripples were running silently in the direction behind me. Some long-lost voices gradually resurrected in the ears, like natural sounds.
You listen: Quack... Like countless small mallets hitting a huge drum; quacking... Like a longbow constantly pulling on the strings of a bass; ticking... The clockwork clockwork clock hand drags the minute and second hands endlessly; Like countless sheets of metal trembling in the evening wind... You feel that there are thousands of horses lurking around you, but you can't find their mysterious traces, and you feel that there are countless long silk threads of sound that wrap themselves in layers. These invisible beings in the night merge into a sound tide with their majestic and agitated cries, like a cascading waterfall falling into the depths of the night. I bathed in this bottomless deep pool, warm and comfortable, I felt that many things in my body were stretching and flying, and it was as if many things were returning, and I touched the real self that was hidden.
Three years ago, in that rural middle school surrounded by woods and fields, I used to sleep night and night with the sound of these insects, so that the sound of nature washed the soul over and over again, and life was quiet and peaceful, and life was leisurely and idyllic. Later, I didn't have time to make psychological preparations, and I squeezed my body into the bustling crowds of the city, and after a short period of freshness, I felt afraid, depressed, and depressed. Tonight, I learned that my soul was still floating in the sound of these whispered insects, so I was like a lost child who could not find his way home. At this moment, there are no brilliant lights, no boiling voices, the river is flowing quietly, the insects are singing emotionally, the evening wind is gently blowing, my soul is back in the body, I feel that the body and mind are one, and the pleasure is incomparable.
Walk, walk, walk in the pure night. If you want to learn from the ancients to ascend to the immortals, make a getaway, or walk on this road insect singing, walk to an ancient temple that is not polluted by modern people, invite the bright moon breeze, accompanied by the twilight drum and morning bell, it will be green and yellow to roll up this remnant. At this time, the mobile phone rang, it was my daughter calling me home, and I had to stop. As soon as I turned around, the lights of the ten thousand houses came into view again, and I knew that one of the ten thousand lights was lit up for me, and it was the eyes of my relatives, and I had to go to the lamp that belonged to me, because there was a home there, and there was a red dust life that I had to continue.