When the lights come on at night

At the moment, the lights are on, the city is bustling and lively, and everyone is hiding in the sea of people, watching thousands of creatures. -inscription

Summer night, natural and pure wind, accompanied by childhood songs, abandoned trivial. Like, create a quiet place like water for myself in the noise. One person likes it, and one person belongs to his own paradise, where I can sublimate my soul. ...

In real life, faced with thousands of pressures, big or small, they are too depressed, but they can only bear it silently, waiting all the time, when there will be dawn and when it will be released. Can wait until dawn for a long time, too late to relax, the night is coming again, at a loss, confused. I always like to look for innocence and relax myself. Perhaps, listening to a Song Like water, perhaps, touching a beautiful place, perhaps, regretting the withering of an autumn leaf, all this, my thinking about life, the purification of my soul, I like this artistic conception, and I like the quiet corner in the busy place. ...

Nature is my best talk. He may be forever. A morning star, perhaps a piece of purity in my heart, is deeply intoxicated ... There are many buildings, strange world and cold air, which is not what I expected. At the beginning of the light, in the forest, carefully catch insects and dogs barking, feel the four seasons and feel the nature. Open up a home of your own, just like the clouds, running water, insects and birds singing in your hometown, blue sky and white clouds. ...

Perhaps, tired of troubles, tired of complexity, tired of everything, always want to release everything! To find nature, to feel the vicissitudes of rocks, to be free and unrestrained. Running in the vast Yuan Ye, let the cool east wind wipe away the whimper, let the warm sunshine dispel the cold night, feel with your heart, the joy of rainbow will enter the green after the rain, immerse yourself in the harmonious valley, and let the quiet flute purify the complexity of rights.

At this moment, the lights are on, looking at thousands of creatures, silently listening, only naturally listening, sobbing of the lonely. ...