Lyric prose at night

I am a freshman in 1 I am busy with everything at the beginning of this semester in Hunan, and I have just finished it recently. The weather in Hunan is very strange, which is different from that in Shantou, my hometown. Like a little girl who will change her face at any time, it rains once or twice at a time, and then I silently hang up a smiling face. I'm at a loss about this chick who just flew out of bed. Only then did I think of the beauty of my old hometown.

I came to Zhuzhou to go to school alone. Unlike other students, I feel very unsafe without my parents. I ran in a daze on the high-speed rail, scared, helpless and gradually uncomfortable. ...

It is lonely to leave home when a person is walking in a huge university campus. After all, there are not many family and friends to rely on. In the dim light, he played with his own shadow and gently lifted the darkness of the night. As night falls, he can't smell the unique smell of the sea in his hometown and feel the lights in his hometown. He felt that both he and his shadow agreed to be lonely. My loneliness is because I left my hometown, and his loneliness is because I left my hometown. At this time, it seems that we are brothers in the same boat.

Xiaoyu said that he regretted going out of the province. Although he said he didn't want to go home in cold blood, in fact, he didn't dare to think about it. Once he came into contact with this idea, he felt distressed and sad.

Home, you are so far away from me. ...

As the heroine in the TV series "Love on the Corner" said, "There are thousands of lights on the street, but I know that these are not my homes." Indeed, I am homesick in the dark.

Lyric prose in the dark 2 often gets up when I am half asleep and half awake. I don't know why, but I just sat there quietly, just like I was demented. I can't remember anything for a long time, as if my eyes were just a barren pallor.

Slowly lying down again, I gently stroked the wall that accompanied me, unable to express my feelings, and my tears were almost falling.

Over time, silence has become my habit for many years. Tossing and turning without a clue, then no matter how good the sleeping position is, what fate can be decided.

Moonlight shines a little patterned color on the ceiling through the window and midnight eyes, decorating such a lonely space. And the inner Zen, swaying or lonely figure, that helpless and melancholy eyes, only half of their own warmth.

Sometimes the heart can polish the starlight, but it can't polish its melancholy. Maybe giving and getting will never be balanced. What bothers you is not the best, sometimes what bothers you is the worst.

The wind is knocking on the window lattice, the hanging notes are floating, and the swaying shadows are shaking the house. The heating gradually cools down and no longer heats up from the floor plane.

Turn on the light, some goldfish are still in the fish tank, so intact. Sometimes they swim to the surface and take a big breath of air, and sometimes they sink and swim slowly to relax. The nearest to them is a pot of pink azaleas. Of the eight goldfish, two are black, two are yellow and white, and four are red. I chose it a few years ago. It looks good together. I often get up and admire them silently. That Xiaohua Mall at home is cute, too, with big eyes and shaking his head from side to side. He is very energetic and walks around the fish tank. It seems that he didn't dare to go against his master's wishes. He has told him, so he won't hurt them. It often comes here to watch, then licks the water with its tongue, drinks the water and leaves.

There is a lonely beauty in the lukewarm night. My mind can't help dancing to the beat of the music. Perhaps endless love songs are the best pastime in the lonely watch at night. Because dozens of songs have been downloaded from my mobile phone, I often open them when I can't sleep. I like their gentle tunes, but I can also hear their voices, and I like the sadness in the songs. I don't know how big my ideological stage is. There are always gorgeous lights shining in it. It feels so beautiful that it turns colorful life dreams into reality. In fact, I can't think much about what the future looks like. If I live exhausted, it's just ruining myself. It's especially clean when you can put everything down.

I don't know what kind of realm life can reach. If it is only meaningful, then work hard, not to mention how bitter it is. As long as it is meaningful and interesting, no matter what is left, it has something to do with forgetting yourself. It's best not to forget.

In fact, what I yearn for is a paradise, a quiet life with love. There is no dispute, no rival in love, and no trivial things that bother me, so I have a very calm life. I need a smile, I need happiness, I need a pure, peaceful and beautiful love. Otherwise, my heart will not open carefully. Afraid of wind and rain, more afraid of lightning and thunder. Because I know, I have to leave when my feelings are paid, and the only thing I can't get back is endless torture. Sometimes tears can't keep anyone's heart, not to mention their beauty and hurried steps. Sometimes the heart is paved with the love of others, and the rest is just the body of your own soul.

I often think, where is my happiness If I am a white fox waiting for a thousand years to practice for a thousand years, who can dance for me and light a bonfire by a mountain stream in the end? What kind of mood will I use to give you this kind of warm and soft applause that has never been seen in the world? Then you left, not my tears, but I spent more time thinking about you. If I can't give you happiness, please choose the happiness you want. I won't blame you then. It should be my greatest honor and comfort if you can still think of me from time to time.

Someone once said that even if you have a billion dollars, I don't necessarily care about you. Faced with such language, I was silent for a long time. In fact, I don't have a billion dollars, which is a distant astronomical figure for me. If it's just for love, what else can I love? If a comfort can relieve the pain of the soul, I am willing to comfort every day. When you are not strong enough, you just can't be self-capable in anxiety. At this time, you should forget all your dreams, and don't let the temporary fantasy get tired, so peaceful. If you are dealing with it for love, you might as well show your true self so as not to be overloaded. If you have to force yourself for love, you still can't reach what others want, and finally you lose face because of the embarrassment of being exposed. If you don't appreciate it, it doesn't matter, you don't pay any effort for it.

Sometimes, I really want to put on wings, put on clothes to protect myself, take oxygen, light and food, cross the dark atmosphere, fly between the stars and the moon, listen to their voices and feel what their inner world is like. Maybe their inner world is full of treasures, all of which are precious. I just want to fly around them and have fun, and then I can be buried there quietly by a cosmic god, because there are no bacteria there and I don't want to be space junk.

The night is really lonely and beautiful. How can I describe myself as lonely and burdensome? Sometimes I giggle crazily, as if only the air knows, and then I lower my head and keep calm. Just when I went out to get some air, the moonlight tilted the shadow of the house, as if I was leaning. The peach tree seems to be sleeping in the corner. Maybe there is no wind. It didn't wave to me. I can only sympathize with it because it is tired. I gently stroked its trunk with my hand, because it once brought me the sweetness of harvesting fruit and let me know its meaning. A warm night, a warm me, has a different incomplete emotional appeal. Through the neon of the city, look around, look around, how the deep feelings in my heart ran aground, just like the meteor shower, which shed a wish at night, and tomorrow will be beautiful, and then I firmly believe that I am watching, but I don't know for whom. ...

But I still hope you have a better life than me, and I hope to see you happy every day.

One day, I will no longer be in your life, so you must not remember my existence or my traces, because I am afraid that you will be lost, sad and miss me. All this is not because you like me and love me, but because you are used to my phone calls and text messages every day. -But I still hope you have a better life than me, and I hope to see you happy every day.

Lyric Prose in the Night 3 Lonely Moon, Lying in the Night.

Maybe I don't want to bother you, and the stars don't know where they went, only one person is left, lying quietly on my head.

I looked up, glanced admiringly, and continued on my way in a hurry. I didn't mean to disturb her, so I didn't want to break the realm of silence silently. She knows my mind very well and is willing to shed light in front of me so that I won't lose my way.

In this way, they exchanged feelings with each other and became companions, no longer alone.

I looked up at her from time to time, and she made a beautiful gesture for me to appreciate. Always look at me, give me light, continuous soft light. Like a silk scarf wrapped around me.

When I finally got home, my mother served hot fragrant tea, but I didn't know it was unnecessary.

I can't help looking at the lonely moon through the window and lying in the dark.

There are dark clouds above, and the stars are covered, so you can't see them at all. A month, alone. Immersed in the wet and muddy clouds, hazy and vague.

But it will still shine, very bright, like eyes staring out in the dark, extremely ferocious. However, if you look carefully, it reminds you of tears, because it is hazy, vague and incomprehensible. It's not that terrible, just a pity.

But this is also wrong. Please see clearly that everything else is wet and muddy in this night sky. She is struggling, and she knows very well that if she is swallowed up, everything will be dark. Please see clearly-the bright moon is still standing there, and the clouds are hazy. They were penetrated by moonlight.

The night wind mixed with wet and cold air, swinging the curtains defiantly. Perhaps the moon doesn't know, and a pair of eyes are watching her, giving praise and blessings for victory.

Lonely moon, immersed in the night.

Lonely moon, hiding in the dark.

An idea flashed, 0.00 1 sec.

She understands very well, slowly hiding behind the house, only leaning out of a corner, and looking at everything with reluctance, but no longer lingering.

East, light spot, 0.00 1 sec.

The light broke out and thousands of spears pierced the night sky. The sun rises slowly, bringing light and tropics into the field of vision, tearing off the black veil and making things bright.

It was dark and there was nothing left. An idea flashed, 0.00 1 sec.

Looking back, I don't know where to go.

Lonely moon, hiding in the dark.

Lyric prose at night 4 quietly accompanies you in the distance. It's so far away that I can't even find my tears. Listen to you say that you have changed now, and I still love your smiling face the most. It's late at night, and I don't know when I began to like listening to love songs in this dark night.

I used to be afraid of the darkness of the night, but recently I suddenly found that the night is not so terrible, because in this night, I can show myself without reservation, I can miss one without scruples, and I can miss your goodness without scruples. You are like a beauty who can't see the light. Once the sun appears, you will be out of your wits and disappear from the film. In the dark, you are affectionate and close to perfection in my mind, but these can only appear in this dark night.

In the dark, I think about the bits and pieces with you, the meals I have eaten, the roads I have traveled, the words I have said and the things I have done, all of which keep you in my memory. I don't know when I began to fall in love with the night, because in this night I can shed my disguise. The way live high likes it, there is no secular vision, no intrigue between people, and there is not much flattery.

The night is real, living in this night is so free and easy, so carefree.

Night, the night in my eyes, is like a beauty who has been sleeping for thousands of years. It can only be thawed by its own deep temperature. After thawing, she is so beautiful and suffocating, and she doesn't want to miss the rest of the world. I deeply love this dark night. At this point, the night is already deep. Maybe people are already dreaming, but I am full of energy. I fell in love with telling my heart in words. You can laugh when you are happy, but you can suffer when you are sad. Now I don't care what other people think.

On a quiet night, I can feel my breath. I like this quiet, and enjoy the inner washing that this quiet night can bring me.

Wash away the troubles of the day and the stories that people don't want to know during the day. The night is beautiful and quiet, and I am what I like at night.

The lyrics "I don't know the darkness of night during the day" come to mind. Yes, I don't know the darkness at night during the day, because it's too noisy during the day and too quiet at night. The two are not in the same country at all. How can we understand each other's needs like you and me?

Haha, I asked myself what was going on with a smile. I said I didn't mention you and I didn't want you. Why did I mention you again? I secretly blame myself for being so useless. I said I would let go, live high's attitude.

In this dark night, I controlled my emotions. It may take time to be a woman with attitude, a person who doesn't depend on me. I need such a dark night. I am real in the dark, but if I lose it one day, I can't find it in Baidu. I will show it in the dark without scruple. The night should not laugh at my stupidity, my purity!

The night is so beautiful that I don't like the light during the day. I am so quiet at night.

Lyric prose in the dark 5 always likes to shuttle through the bustling downtown in the dark, sitting by the window alone, watching the joys and sorrows of the world.

I don't like to live in a hurry, but I don't like to live too lazy; I remember the last time my friend said that all those who don't study for a day are bosses, and those who study hard will always be employees, so I asked him what to do with people like me. He said with a smile, it's hard to say.

I'm a hothead, but I'm not so anxious that everything has no routine, but everything is arranged in an orderly way; Often don't study for yourself. Although I have been threatening to continue my studies, I still like to make myself a drink in the afternoon and then sit in front of the computer and have a drink while surfing the Internet. My friends always say that I enjoy life too much. Maybe it's because I've always been so single that no one ever thought of taking care of me, except when I lived with my mother. At that time, I had nothing to worry about. My mother always arranges for me. My mother also knows my hobbies, so my life is very good. Later, I came out alone. At that time, I was not very old. My mother was always worried about me, afraid that I could not take care of myself. I have really changed a lot. I'm always careful when I make my debut, and I haven't made any big mistakes so far. I always take good care of myself, in fact, I take care of myself earlier; At that time, I just went to high school and my parents were not at home. I have to take care of my sister besides myself, although my sister didn't come back until every week at that time.

Having said that, I just want to talk about how much I can take care of myself. I will take an umbrella when the weather is a little bad, probably because of the climate in my city. When the weather is a little cold, I will take clothes and never let myself catch cold, although in many cases I have never used them at all. When you go out, you usually bring your wallet, keys, mobile phone and paper towels. Anyway, I will take a lot of things when I go out. I remember going out with a girl once. Although it was not very hot at that time, the weather was fine, so I took an umbrella. I didn't know the sun was hot until I went out, and then she became a sun umbrella. She said what are you doing with so many things when you go out? I said that I am used to being alone outside, and I always like to think carefully. I'm afraid the weather will suddenly change, and no one will give you an umbrella. It's safer for me to take it with me.

Many times I can't sleep at night, partly for environmental reasons. The environment is noisy every time. Then I bought myself noise earplugs. Although there are some improvements, I am still not optimistic. Another reason is that I like night, thinking in the dark, and staring at the outside world in the dark. Many times I sit in bed and look at the night outside, thinking a lot. About you, about me, about the world.

Lyric prose for 6 nights, whether you need it or not, she will come as scheduled every day; Whether you stay or not, she will leave on time every day.

Don't think that night is terrible. Don't think that there is only darkness and loneliness at night. In fact, the night is not terrible. As long as you get close to her, hug her, read her carefully and taste her, you will find her beauty and feel her charm.

When night falls, after night falls, the city will fade its richness, the countryside will add a quiet, and the whole world will become hazy and quiet.

In the dark, there is no noise and fast pace during the day, no struggle for fame and fortune, and no intrigue between people. Sitting around the kitchen table and whispering in the kang are all calling for more affection and true feelings to return.

Under the protection of the night, we don't have to worry about other people's eyes, so people are more real and natural, even more detached, and then, think what they think and do what they like.

Night can filter the irritability during the day, make people calm, and make the impetuous heart calm and calm; Night can make people have more room to think, let people listen to their inner voice and some subtle world dynamics that are difficult to detect during the day; The dark night can make people quietly sort out the chaotic mood, clearly analyze and reflect on themselves, awaken people's originally numb souls and deeply understand the true meaning of life; Night can refuse interference, make many unattainable dreams come true, let us give up a wish, let us be more practical and less confused; Night can also make people recharge their batteries, inspire more creative inspiration, and let our thoughts fly more freely and gallop in the vast space.

When you approach the night, you will find that the night is like a beautiful woman wearing a black veil, mysterious and profound. The dark night contains profound secrets that we humans can never explore. Bright moonlight, twinkling stars, confusing neon lights, swaying tree shadows and frogs chirping in the dark make people feel different and enjoy it infinitely.

If we embrace the night and savor it, then we can see through human feelings more truly and distinguish right from wrong in the world of mortals more clearly.

Only those who carefully read and savor the night can truly understand that it is the night that has accepted the good and evil, the truth and the beauty and ugliness in the world with her broad and tolerant mind, relieved people who have been tired for a day, soothed our turbulent souls silently, washed our hearts constantly, greeted us with the night, brought us the dawn, and was the gentle place where the night went. We found many surprises and touches.

If there is no night, how can we feel the joy when the sun rises from the horizon? If there is no night, how can we see the beautiful arc when the meteor crosses the sky? The greatest charm of the night is that it can bring us infinite illusions and make us look forward to a better tomorrow. If there is no night in life, our life will lack a lot of excitement.

The night is like a picture scroll, simple and elegant, beautiful and meaningful.

In the dark, we either sleep or wake up, or sing to wine, or splash ink, or keep company with shadows, look at the bright moon, count the stars, listen to the rain and the wind. ......

Lyric Prose at Night 7 Once the ancient and splendid civilization collapsed, once rich and healthy people faced homelessness, death, fear and refuge again and again, and their future was bleak. ...

Seven years of pain has not yet ended, and a gunshot once again attacked this devastated land, once again awakening the children's nightmares. Yesterday's wound hasn't healed yet, and today a new wound has been added. Children have no parents, and parents have no children. How terrible is this?

What kind of praise have you been given, and the glory of the past was buried in the ruins, the gunfire roared hysterically, and black blood and tears flowed on the ruins.

Because of your special geographical conditions and rich resources, greed and selfishness gather here. You are a game of interests between two forces and an expansion of the desire of foreign forces. Those huge black hands have been dancing wildly in the air. Their ambition is self-evident. They open their huge mouths and keep asking, asking, asking again, and then keep destroying, destroying, destroying. It seems that all this is just a game between them, but the disaster is thrown to unarmed people and children. I wonder if they ever thought that if they were weak, too?

"In the war and destruction, our wounds were deep, and we wanted to shout loudly, but we were powerless. Although we are children, we cry from the heart. We want to eliminate fear and bring about change. We cried and sang at the top of our voices, hoping that someone could hear us. We hope that our childhood will return again. Together, we are full of hope, we will be stronger and grow together ... our faces will shine and light up this long darkness ... I hope someone can hear us ... with pain, fear and tears, we

The children's song "Heartbeat" on the ruins deeply shocked me. My home no longer exists, and my happiness disappears in the gunfire again and again. The little girl faced the reporter and raised her surrender hands in horror; The father is holding a child who has been dead for a long time; Children sleep helplessly between their parents' graves; They prayed for peace and childhood in the ruins. It should have been a carefree and happy childhood, but the children have no parents, no classrooms, no textbooks, no toys and swings, only long nights and endless fears. They planted a flower in their hearts and issued the strongest call to the world for rebirth, homeland and peace with their immature children's voices.

Look at the children around us, grow up healthily and happily in the sun, have the love and protection of grandparents and parents, and study with peace of mind in the spacious and bright classroom. There is no need to worry about the bomb falling overhead at any time, the sudden loss of parents, and the need to grab life-sustaining relief food. ...

We don't live in peacetime, but in a peaceful country. Only when we are strong and United as one, others will not dare to treat you easily. China's humiliation of more than one hundred years has just turned over an old page. Yesterday, there was a cry of pain from the wound. The blood donation of the heroes who died for a better life for the people has not been done yet, and history cannot be forgotten. Only when you are strong, you must be strong, so that people can have a happy life and children can have bright sunshine and a happy childhood.

I have a box full of rich memories. There are love letters I wrote when I was 18 years old, photos of my youth yellowing, piles of notes between classmates, various gifts I received, and train tickets I said goodbye to you at the end of the platform ... Every night, they will appear in my memory, and the residual snow that disturbed my calm heart will fall one after another.

It was late autumn, and I passed a crossroads, which was not lively. Every time the sun goes down, it is deserted. I saw a man who was sad for his youth. The dim light on the roadside reflected his melancholy face. He knelt at the crossroads with a bunch of white flowers. His face was desolate and cold, and the tears in his eyes were frozen on his eyelashes. The fallen leaves hovered over his head and his knees sank deep into the soil. His nails are long and covered with the dirt of years. I looked at him quietly and pretended as if nothing had happened, but my heart was surging. I see him every night. Those melancholy eyes, that lonely figure. Like a ghost in the depths of a bonfire. I approached him slowly, trying to find a trace of the past from him.

Suddenly, cold air poured into my cuffs, and I shuddered. The fallen leaves at the foot creaked with fear, and the man's back had disappeared in the dim light. It was a life of blood and tears, but it didn't go out of the later life. I don't know whether to sympathize with him or comfort him. I just feel that the wound was torn by zlaz. I saw paper money flying all over the sky, and he went to another world I didn't know. At that moment, I was not afraid. The same white flower bloomed in a pool of deep red blood, but it was more beautiful and whiter than the one he had bloomed before. I tried to find the lost soul. I came to a broken bridge. At the end of the bridge, sat a monk. He is as pious as he is. I don't understand what he is saying, but I think he is reading a eulogy for him.

Every soul in the world needs to be redeemed. A person's life begins with crying. Every time I pass a deep intersection, I seem to hear a heavy cry. I paused and took him as music. How many days and nights, I was salvaged again and again in the dream of a square, and how many days and nights, I lied between the lines. I was deeply branded. I still have the fangs of the plague on my forehead.

When I opened the window, the evil wind rolled up my quilt, and I saw a skeleton occupying my bed. I reprimanded him in a reprimanding tone, and the out-of-body skeleton gave me a glad eye. My shadow lives in his heart.

The night is a pair of sleepless eyes, and the soul walks out of the body and looks for a home under the white clouds for nine days. I seem to see the pious back again, the unbearable years, and the green eyes in the mirror. Kneeling knees covered with grass, thin shoulders covered with snow.

Night Lyric Prose 9 The night in the city belongs to some lonely people, busy people and tired people, reminding themselves that they are still alive with actions and sweat, and have not been buried by the noise.

Busy cities have no night, their nights are bright, but they don't belong to the stars, they are just beautiful shells decorated with neon lights.

It reflects that many busy people are rushing for a living.

I stayed up late in the third day of this year. Maybe I stayed up late doing my homework, or I just couldn't sleep. After tossing and turning, I got up and climbed The Upper Terrace. It seems that the oncoming traffic and dazzling lights hurt my eyes.

I just finished the competition last Wednesday, and my grades were ok, but I saw some strange faces. People who usually flatter you may just be because of the aura around you.

And when you are lonely, you may be abandoned, forgotten and indifferent. They laughed at my loneliness and despised my efforts. As for me, it seems that I am forced to ignore them. People who live in the dark abyss always show ugly and vicious faces, wave to people who are full of greed and blood, and say to you, "Come down, come down and fall with me."

Maybe you are so bewitched, but there is nothing to be proud of. We are really young today. But what about ten, twenty or thirty years from now? Will you be a young generation forever? Do you have time, capital and power to squander? Have you thought about this question? Or even if you know what you should do, you still let yourself fall like that. Aren't you ashamed?

In the darkness, there is black that you can't understand and beauty that I can't understand. That lamp, that light, that empty street, I often wonder where I belong.

But I can't give myself an answer to this question. I came to this city because I had to study, but if I hadn't come here. But if I choose to stay where I am, my fate, the people around me, what will I experience, and will I still have such an idea now? In fact, comparatively speaking, I prefer to watch trees and drink tea in my hometown. Because in reality, I won't have such leisure.

Sometimes I wonder if I can't take off the mask after wearing it for a long time. The answer is yes. How can a person who is too good at camouflage re-adapt to a pure and clear mind?

So I can only continue to think in this dark night.

This may also be a kind of sadness.

Lyric prose at night 10 I once walked alone by the labor lake where the soft wind was blowing and the waves were singing, watching the neon lights and summer insects singing around me;

I once held a girl's hand, walked on the mirror-smooth road, listened to the rippling winter water under the ice and enjoyed the dreamy light between the ice and the moon;

I once walked with a group of friends in the street where snowflakes were dancing and silver flowers were shining. The whole world is shining white, and the light before dawn floats by at midnight.

I once rode a bicycle alone, shuttling through the tunnel around the school, facing the blowing wind, my heart was burning with blood.

I once held German stout, and when all was silent, till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon drank it sweetly, waiting for the last ripple of the lake to disappear;

I once wandered under the street lamp, looked up at the sky in the hazy rhyme and smelled the faint fragrance of the stars.

Like the night, like the tranquility of the night, the night is the embodiment of mystery, like the feeling of exploring in mystery;

There is no need to hide anything at night, because a thin layer of black erases all the bumps. Whether sad or happy, the night gives the greatest space to release it and enjoy it.

I think I have been deeply moved by its unparalleled beauty. I am eager to be an elf in the dark and play the most beautiful Xiao Sheng at the top of the moon.