October Night Walk Classic Prose

In July, fire flows, and in October, clothes are given.

The hot summer is gradually fading away with the departure of the September monsoon, and the cool and refreshing autumn has come unexpectedly. The peaceful October is coming to an end before you can take it easy to pay attention. As the end of the month approaches, the weather becomes increasingly warm and pleasant. For several days in a row, the morning sun shone slantingly in from the window sill, and the small room was dappled with bright autumn light. Just like the long and peaceful dream scene last night. When I opened my sleepy eyes, I could no longer remember the scene in my dream. From now on, the faint call of the local accent no longer rings in my ears, and it quietly disappears from life; perhaps it is an elusive morning cloud that disappears with the wind when the day rises in the east. When the feeling of emptiness disappeared, life returned to peace, and I returned along the original road alone. Of course, there is also "Bressanone" ringing in my ears, wandering in the room filled with autumn light.

In the afternoon, I looked out at the window, the sky was high, the clouds were clear, and the sun was shining brightly. I couldn't help but get excited and go outside to find a deserted piece of grass to lie down and have a quiet afternoon. On such an autumn afternoon in late October, I can read some books, listen to some songs, and remember some things. In the autumn season of high school, everything always feels desolate, and even the sunlight is a little cold. Once a month, when I go home in the car, I look at the fields outside the car window, where the lush rice fields once grew, and they are full of vitality. But now, the empty land is withered, leaving only a few withered grains stranded on the banks of the fields, with a fatalistic tragedy and a rest that has ended its earthly relationship! A thousand years ago, the master felt sad about this scene and wrote "Yilan Cao". The shepherd's wheat is luxuriant and the shepherd's wheat is abundant. A gentleman's injury is a gentleman's defense. The sentence is sad and lonely, who is drunk with it?

The scenery varies from person to person, and the appearance comes from the heart. Listening to those melancholy tunes, sighing about the youth that cannot be grasped, and the emotions passing by like flying sand, I once felt that suffering is the mate of the soul. It can break the dullness and awaken the numbness, so people always have to carry the hidden pain of the soul. OK. The benevolent do not worry, the wise do not be confused, and the brave do not fear. Even in this afternoon when everything is exhausted, there is still a simple life and distant dreams. Even if it's freezing cold tomorrow, even if the horse dies on the long journey tomorrow. I can't help but think of this sentence: Growth is a balance of longing and nostalgia. When it tilts and falls, what kind of voice should be used to comfort those who have lost their sight at night?

As dusk fell and twilight gradually rose, he got up and went back. As the sun sets, the northern geese cross the sky, leaving behind waves of whining. The autumn night in October was as peaceful as ever. The candlelight was scattered and flickering, and in the endless night, there were only a few weeds hiding in the weeds in the courtyard and whispering all night long, like an angel left in the dark night. Tonight, the moon is gone, there are few stars, light clouds and mist. Look up at the tranquil night sky and let your thoughts linger.

At the beginning of the lanterns, the city's twinkling night scene is gorgeous. Looking for the liberation of the soul in the feasting and feasting, wasting the time in drunkenness and dreaming, giving the soul to alcohol and smoke to degenerate, and gradually hate this city made of steel and concrete, with its hustle and bustle The impetuous air has already destroyed the ability of faith to the point of being out of breath. Being trapped in the terrible array of nothingness is the source of emptiness and loneliness. Mr. Shi Tiesheng, who believes in Christianity during the day and Buddhism at night, said: Faith is exactly the unyielding spirit that people have when facing unchangeable life difficulties. Belief in God during the day is intended to actively cope with the suffering in this world; in the dead of night, Buddhism is the home of the heart, a time to heal alone. As he wrote in "The Last Exercise": In the afternoon, if the sunshine is silent, can you hear where the past has gone? At the front end of light, or at the extreme point of thinking, in the existence where time is ignored, life and death are one.