Text/Dapu Heart Language
Pushing open the window, I met a clear and cool autumn night, and the cool breeze gently caressed my soul. Thoughts flew around, and let the imagination soar in the boundless night sky. Please give me a pen to depict this vast night sky. It is ordinary, ordinary as a black veil looking down on sentient beings, and a little silver bead is embedded in this black night, as deep as the sea but cannot afford to make half a wave. It was gorgeous again, as brilliant as a blue jade plate, grains of pearls, and scattered broken gold on this green jade plate, and the tranquility and peace of the stars kept blinking their eyes.
The moon is getting brighter and brighter, the starlight is getting more and more ethereal, the deep sky is glowing with a little light, noble but not cold, at this moment I hear the tranquility that has never been seen during the day, and I see the portrayal of the beautiful life that I long for and cannot. The wind whistled and blew open my heart, and I would like to fill this shining starry sky into my heart.
In fact, everyone has a piece of their own starry sky in their hearts, light or dark, big or small. How big the heart is, how big the stage is, the same, how big the heart is, how big the starry sky is, how many stars there are.
Some people, the stars are as bright as the Milky Way, and the dots of light gather together to illuminate every corner of the soul. And some people, as dark as ink, even though their eyes are like brass bells, they have not been able to find the slightest point of light, and the fog everywhere obscures the original brilliant star points. When the stars are tired, they no longer emit a dazzling light.
In the hustle and bustle of red dust, we always have to learn that in this breezy night, the bright and pure starry sky sings of our freedom, so that the starlight of freedom will always flicker in my heart, like the beating heart that accompanies me, I think I should be the happiest at that time.
The starry sky gives us the most ethereal fantasy, as if the breeze is the wings woven for me, flying in the starry sky, galloping in the starry sky, letting the ties of the Milky Way guide me, the stars arch guarding, I turn into a bright moon and sing the yearning for freedom in my heart, and the song flutters and disturbs the heavens.
The deep starry sky, quiet and floating with longing, let go of himself, let go of that stubbornness, exile himself between the dots of stars that are free, intoxicated, and at ease. This peace of mind is the hometown, longing to have a place, to make ourselves truly at ease, to make ourselves let go of the complexities of the past, is not that the place we yearn for? Because it is understood that life is only a choice or a kind of abandonment, those who can make free choices are happy, and the heart that can be calmly given up is free.
Many times, we can't make a choice, all we can do is wait, waiting fruitlessly and leaving. So we need a place that is more at ease and free. There is no need to deliberately look for it, a deep night sky, a simple burrow, a gentle moonlight, a little flickering starlight can become a place of peace and freedom that we yearn for.
Where you are free and at ease, you must be able to let go of the glory of yesterday and endure the loneliness of the years. If you are greedy for glitz and cannot give up the disturbances, it is rare to belong to the soul after all.
Late at night, the starry sky still reverberates with that uninhibited freedom, which is a transcendent enjoyment, because the heart is full of the desire for freedom. The autumn insects "chirped" in the night, and the starlight still spread its light, but it dimmed slightly, and I still stood alone by the window, and under the oblique illumination of the dots of starlight, I seemed to merge into this free starlight.
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