Every break, basically go to the safflower lake, to sit on the dam. I like the simple freedom of not going to work and abandoning the mundane, and I like the quietness of a corner away from the noise.
The night, visual haze, not really see each other's faces, the night unveiled a veil during the day, at this moment with the mind body to feel the beauty of the night.
Grass and trees embraced in the black figure of the mountains, the north side of the mountain came the train whistle. This long hissing sound has departure and arrival. Always makes me think of the direction of the coming and going home road.
A star is proudly bright. Standing above the black ridgeline to the north, alone, but not lonely. The streetlights are quiet as they listen to the night insects serenading the clumps of ground. They are the best companions of the night.
I sat in the center of the sky, looking at the hazy reflection in the mirror of the lake, dispensable and plausible. An airplane is passing through the clouds, reaching out to pick up the stars next to it. That plane may be sitting on my lover, I wonder where she is going tonight?
I looked at the Big Dipper! It's really been a long time, ah, the eyes of childhood. It was in the distant past, in the autumn night in my hometown, tilting my head, counting the dense blinking stars. The Big Dipper is like a spoon, which is only used when there are eight big bowls at the banquet.
Tonight's stars are extraordinarily numerous. One, two, eight, nine, ten or so, scattered around the sky. Clouds piece by piece, one by one, like waves, like cotton.
Half of the moon is particularly good, in the pale white clouds like a child. The grass on the dam slope is particularly fat, they are sucking the milk of the earth, drinking the night dew, brushing the night wind. The grass has a charming fragrance.
Here is just a corner of the earth. The dam is not far away from the people sitting to see the night. Walking between young couples, there are middle-aged couples. Occasionally there are three or five cyclists, the car in front of the dazzling lights. Stranger's music in the distance, deep and poignant, familiar and strange, like telling someone else's story.
The temperature of the daytime sun still remains on the dam, the windless lake is as calm as a mirror, and there are swimmers paddling their bodies in the water, doing various postures. The red light bag tied to the body, and the imaginary fishing fire is probably a model.
The seven stars of the Big Dipper are hidden, hazy misty eyelids, probably going to sleep. I should also go back.
Every hour of the night has its own distinct boundaries. The night dinner at seven o'clock, eight o'clock walk square dance, nine o'clock home, ten o'clock reading, eleven o'clock to bed. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need, and you'll have to pay for the services you need. This is probably just a normal person's routine.
It's past nine o'clock, so I'm leaving. My eyes were a little drowsy and tired from the depth of the night. For a while, the side of the bicycle eyes are closed for a second or two, eye fatigue. When I was about to go out of the greenway to the Safflower Villa and Fukujing Temple, a very familiar smell came up between my nose: the smell of the steam-boiled asparagus. I am quite familiar with this odor, which gives you a sense of the original growth of the land, grass and trees. I wonder what exactly is the reason for this odor? Is it someone cooking something delicious?
In a short while, we reached the city, the night insects chirping all the way, replaced by the flow of cars and neon signs.
The right side of the store there is a barber store sign is very conspicuous, called "today said hair", remembering the famous mouth of a program, laughed, really talented ah! Just in front of an electric car, swaying on the road side whistling, suddenly a right turn, almost chasing ass. Think it was that little brother so dashing, young performance is not all a little spontaneous exaggeration ah? Still, it's better than having a little car pull over without lights. This is not, hard to force me to stop, robbing money, robbing sex what? I didn't even say a word, I just stopped there. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to do this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to do it.
Hurriedly into the supermarket to buy a good simple necessities, out of the supermarket, over the Longfeng. The original lively night market is empty and cold, I do not know what to do in the inspection! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new car, and you'll be able to get it back. This is quite good, so civilized a few days will have a different feeling.
According to the usual route, South Lake Park, this side of the square dance, choir have been scattered. Glance at the lake downstairs next to a small lotus pond, lotus leaves in the night wooden standing.
Turning the corner into the main road intersection, many electric motorcycles parked in the crosswalk waiting for a few seconds left on the red light began to move one after another, the back of the car then passed. Everyone in the stop and go, just like the movie and television flow of the picture.
Passing a nightclub in front of the road, the rich flavor of fat and powder rushed to the nose, a dense breath like to surround me, I continue to step forward on the bike. Immediately in front of the magnificent doors of the hotel on the road, always standing young modern girls, half of the front chest and face as white as snow. Shining like a sword is very majestic, fishy red lips sexy to show a hint of killing cold air. While thinking like this, while tightly stepping hurriedly away from.
Not far from the residence, is a north-south avenue, there is a section of the extension of the collection of many restaurants. It was time for the late-night snack. A dog wagging its tail in front of the feet of the owner of the fruit store, a wide range of fruits placed outside the shed, the barbecue grill is smoking the characteristic choking smoke gas. The crowd is packed, the cups and plates are intertwined, and the scene is passionate and fiery.
Night, gradually deep. The big half moon has sunk to the bottom of the tall buildings. Only one or two stars, still in the night sky blinking ah blinking its confused eyes. To be bright, the sun rises again, a new day will come as it is.
(The original title of this article was: The color, sound, smell, and touch of the night)