In the night, when people's hearts are weakest, the time is always three o'clock in the morning.......
Writers have given a special meaning to loneliness, allowing us to be comforted by the crowd during the day. They say that loneliness is a gift, a manifestation of being different, and being too good to be ordinary. We can deceive anyone but ourselves. Between excellence and loneliness, the loneliness you acknowledge comes with failure. Late at night, one day, how many people have turned into ghosts from it... And the ghosts have returned, but they are not strong, your heart is displaced, such as a hundred ghosts nocturnal, where are you going?
I often see myself as if I were seeing someone else
A person who enjoys solitude is not lonely, just a delusional utopia.
Thoreau of the West, who devoted all his love and talent to the landscape of his hometown, was still alone until he left this beautiful world. When he was a teenager, he also met a girl who fascinated him. A lonely elm branch can be loved by friends, but not sincerely liked.
Tao Yuanming of the East, indulged in the pastoral countryside - in the end, he was "a person with a slight flaw in white bi, only in idle love", leaving behind an ancient love note "Ten Wishes and Ten Sorrows" - "Willing to be in the clothes and collar, chenghua shou Yu Fang, sad Luo Luo's night departure, sorrowful autumn night. ”
We are not born lonely patients, we are making ourselves lonely, in the joy of the crowd, we choose to be excessively sad. Biological instincts make us afraid of death, that is the expression of genes, survival is the last bottom line of life, perhaps some allele outbreak for "natural selection", its "life" is "dead".
The heavy flowers bloomed, blooming all the future in life; the real ruins on the other shore, the wandering souls were scattered and only the rotting corpses were left. Lying in bed, what deal did you make with the gods? I gave my body to him, and I wanted to return to the world in the crowd. O daytime world, please ignore my nonsense, which is the courage of the gods to associate with people planted in me. To the late moon cave, I know that the moon god is there, follow the love, I will find you again.
Lonely you, what kind of night did you spend?
Don't care, the night will still drown you, the dawn will still disappear you. Let the nightmare suck the pain of your lucidity, let the dream demon take care of our bodies and not move around- the wind of the night blows over the window, skimming over the unclosed quilt,
He's here to tell you, don't move.