Prose insomnia night: insomnia night
Long time have not insomnia, has been learning to forget, but when insomnia attacked, only to realize that, originally, you have been in the heart, the more you want to forget, the more you remember clearly, memories accounted for all of the thinking space, little by little.
It's not like me, but think carefully, from the time I met you, when I was like myself, do not dare to listen to the songs you accompanied me to listen to, do not dare to play the game you accompanied me to play. The life has long deviated from my original trajectory, how can I try to go back to the original point, it is really pathetic.
In front of you, how I can not lift my head, humble to the dust, but you never appreciate, I know, you do not love me, yes, never love. Once all kinds of things, just because of loneliness, no commitment, no future, nothing, leave is to leave, only I am still wandering in the same place.
Now looking back, with such sadness, why that leave will be my first words, you have begun to slowly give up, why do I have to feel so clear, confused not also over, why
Originally chose to leave, only to let each other are good, but unfortunately, I was wrong, and now it seems that maybe just you are good, I am not good at all, but
Originally choose to leave, only to let each other are good, unfortunately, I was wrong, and now it seems that maybe just you are good, I am not good, but
What can be done? I'm not sure what I'm talking about. Some things are too complicated, I can not play, not willing to do what, this is the rule of the game. I am willing to gamble to lose.
I was wrong, when I should not have said that I will be your hijacking words, I was too overestimated myself underestimated you, guilty of the military taboo, discarded helmets, routed. So now in front of you, how can I not be proud, you turn yourself into my hijacking. Perhaps, the exhaustion of life, I will struggle in this hijacking, in the end, is it drowning me, or let me use time to drown it, can you tell me?
Prose insomnia night: insomnia night
Heart is quite disturbed. But I don't know who to complain to. Complain about their own misfortune, but who will not sleep in the tender night? To listen to me this very boring people tangled heart? Luckily, I still have words to dwell on. The cheeks are full of sadness, even if the smile is still the feeling of a forced smile. Slightly bitter themselves, in the end for what to grow up. The day after day pursuit of what, fortunately there is a naive dream in the heart. I can't figure out, what kind of person will I be in the end? Can't stand the seclusion of loneliness within themselves. Also, can not bloom Chunxi like flower city. And where the city of flowers pouring city attack? I would like to go to see the graceful fluttering of the falling flowers. The graceful dance of the falling flowers, presenting a beautiful scene. What a great view, in the quiet evening ripe night. You can listen to the wind's charming sound, I love the unreal reverie and cherry blossom like unreal beauty.
Unreal in the haze, in a hazy dream. I sigh in in the dream. I do not know the falling flowers and who a few soft breeze out of the trip to go. I am a child who likes to watch over the night. Sleeping in the night, a lot of people are in a quiet state. Keep a quiet state lingering in the mild Hainan winter.
Winter is a season of poetic sweetness. Just like, for example, snowflakes. Enough for us to reverie and wander our state of mind. The more secluded the state of mind, is to reveal a more beautiful scenery. I've had a lot of fun with these, and I'm slowly getting used to the sleepless nights. The black heartstrings of the night are peeled back.
Only a little bit of a pity is the single song of the music is generally monotonous very difficult to listen to. But why should I lie too much in the monotony of the insomnia night?
It would have been a difficult night to sleep, tangled for a long time. Then it's even worse.
Seeing their backs lingering in the bright lights. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. I apologize for having too much pain. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in a few minutes. Unfortunately, there is no company.
Chasing after your own fame and fortune, what's left? Why do you treat the world with indifference, do you not know the world is prosperous in the prosperity and how much desolation and pain, is not I also give myself the opportunity to start, look at the eyes do not know the temptation of money or your own Vanity Fair?
The taste of desolation and pain is not pleasant. I thought and thought or force myself to sleep. Autumn water's look through in their own cold heart. Autumn water's waiting is the most miserable taste. I y wailed my own bell, the sound of the bell traverses the traces of the silence of the night. The traces are looking out over the moon in an insomnia. I am as bright as the moonlight tonight. Unfortunately there is only one thing, why I am not alone to drink wine and rejoice in the poetry. Saturated in the moonlight, meditating in an insomnia. Clearly see, the shadow of the night and peace.
The bottom of peaceful rest is in the twilight of insomnia. The twilight covers my hazy sleepiness. Behind the sleepiness is a lonely walk through. I am the one who silently quiets the loneliness of his mind. Walking through the night. I may be the one with a sad face. However, I am like having the whole square field of spring.
Spring is a compassionate lover. The feeling of a lover is in the moment when I feel most alone. Lonely in the night. Loneliness in the fence that opens up to me. I had wanted to pass around, but unfortunately the twilight of my insomnia obscured my vision.
The clarity of vision and hazy, the only sleep. Hazy and clear will be how many dreams of falling flowers of the leisurely light in the heart. Leave a final peace sweet night lingering. Entangled in a lifetime of prosperity. Tear open my heart of loneliness, keep their last red dust in the worry.
Prose insomnia night: insomnia night
I finally got up with my clothes on. I also know that in the middle of the night cloaked look very oozing, but instead of tossing and turning in bed, still can not find a suitable sleeping position to make themselves into the dreamland, it is better to turn on the lights, turn on the computer, compared to the torment of insomnia, this is no longer a pain.
I don't know what day it was that I didn't get a good night's sleep. Maybe it's because it's been like this since the beginning of spring. I used to be able to hear the sound of cats purring, like a bunch of displaced children crying, so people couldn't bear to eavesdrop. Maybe the cat also called tired, find a place to rest to go, everyone is sleeping, only I wake up alone. Now even the cats do not want to accompany each other anymore, so I can only play the keyboard in silence, looking forward to the dawn through the blue curtains, scattered on the balcony where I am sitting.
I'm not prone to insomnia, and I've repeatedly boasted that I'm the type of person who can eat, sleep, and play. But when I lose sleep, my immune system is destroyed, as it is right now, my brain never stops thinking, even when I am tired. The smell of blood in my throat is so familiar, and it makes me anxious. Since the throat problem, I could often see blood in the phlegm, and even woke up in the morning almost in clumps. I was afraid that I would become the sister of the forest who vomited blood and died, and I firmly believed that my physique was able to withstand the test, but internally there were always many worries. All along, I have believed in this saying that apart from a healthy body, everything is a cloud. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it.
Getting up, I boiled a pot of water, grabbed a handful of honeysuckle and put it in a large white cup to steep. If the coffee hadn't been downstairs, I'd have preferred to make a cup of that flavorful coffee at this moment in time, to clear my mind a bit more.
I knew he hadn't slept well last night either, and even though I turned on the lights quietly, the computer was still a little loud when I turned it on, and he asked me through the door why I wasn't asleep and what I was doing up, and I didn't answer. I didn't want to tell him that I was up because I couldn't sleep and was playing on the computer. If he had heard me, he would have gotten up after me and asked me what was wrong with me. After all, I love to sleep, I have never shown so diligent, and it is 4:00 in the morning, it is dark outside, it is the time to sleep soundly. It's just that we all know what's going on with each other's insomnia.
These days the mood is a little bad, he said I always rely on him to quarrel, I said he does not care about me, and will not ask me whether there is uncomfortable place, bored at home in the mood is very bad. He said that I always face, do not give him a good face, listening to each other's accusations, we both began to be silent. After taking a shower, blow-drying my hair, turning out the lights, and keeping my eyes open in the darkness, looking at the light streaming through the window, I finally left him and went to sleep in my son's bed. Just as I was fast asleep, I heard him open the door, turn on the light, stumble into my son's room and say, "Honey, I'm dizzy again." I know that his vertigo attacks can be scary, with vomiting and puking, pallor, and unsteadiness. He used to play with the computer too much, which led to the distortion of the cervical vertebrae and compressed the nerves, and then he fell into this disease.
He stumbled back to our room, and I was so relieved that I followed him there. Although I was still angry with him in my heart, I was worried about him. When he saw me coming, he took my hand and said, "Let me hold you, I can't say I won't wake up one day." My tears brimmed and I pounded my fist on his arm and said, "You did that on purpose, didn't you? You just know how to scare me, don't you?" He didn't say anything, but his face was pale and cold, while his eyes were bloodshot again. He said that you and my son do not let me worry, a study is not hard, homework is a mess, one is always counting me do not care about you, how can I care about you? I am such a person, I don't know how to coax people, I don't know how to say something sweet, but don't you know how much I care about you? I help him to knead the head and neck, while crying and said: "You see I do not speak, plate face, should know that I am not in a good mood, you have to ask me what some things, but you do not care about me do not ask ......" cloaked a piece of clothing, to the downstairs to get a packet of medicines, soak well! After the end to his front, let him drink while hot. In fact, I also know that I am a bit unreasonable, life was originally very calm, but also very comfortable, but just can not control the small temper, in his current enjoyment of capricious, all the emotional garbage are thrown to him, their own is like the rain after the first clear like through the Lang, and even after the temper, do not know their own just now the attitude of the more bad. He always said that I was like a child who could not grow up, I admit, in front of him, I am not willing to grow up, I like is the kind of unlimited tolerance, love and care of the feeling. In front of coworkers, I do things quickly and easily, I can do things never bother others. But when he was there, I was extremely dependent on him. How would I live without him in my life?
When I was angry, I said with a black face, "Don't think you are very important, less you this sesame seed still don't want to squeeze the oil?"
When I was angry, I said with a black face, "Don't think you're so important. We quarrel, we make trouble, but we all know in our hearts, this life, is to be tied together, to a hundred years later, but also buried in the same hill, *** look at the green hills and green water. The day before yesterday is the anniversary of the death of his cousin, his sister-in-law's daughter gave birth to a child, do full moon wine, the family did not go, I heard that they went back to the countryside to pay homage to go. The days go by so fast, a year has passed, in the eyes of the happy people, a year is a blink of an eye, but in the eyes of the people who have lost their loved ones, every day is a kind of suffering. From time to time, I see my cousin's wife crying when she is laughing and smiling. Who would be happy when the family has less of a backbone? Recently the popular "Where did Dad go" children love to sing, but in front of them, the relatives are still careful, do not dare to mention the name of the song. So, what is a momentary verbal fight compared to an eternal parting? Not to mention that I myself belong to the neurotic type, want to cry on the cry, want to laugh on the laugh, never know to cover up to hide their own affairs of the heart, love to show off the tongue, and afterward know that they are wrong, but also in the way, not willing to apologize to him. He seems to have gotten used to my arrogance, and in his words, he is too lazy to care about you.
Perhaps, some of the feelings must be in each other's wear and tear, only through the baptism of the years, through the torture of each other's souls, through the bawling, and even in the broken mouth, and then to the pain in the heart, to be able to last forever. I just wish that it wasn't so late. I once said to him, "If I ever leave this world, it will be before you." He said why? I told him because then I would not have to worry about what happens after me, and isn't that what I always do? He laughed and called me selfish, but I didn't say anything. In this life, I have to be so selfish to rely on him, who asked him to owe me in a previous life? This life is destined to repay.
It was more than six o'clock, the sky was also bright, the birds were chattering in the discussion of what to eat for breakfast, it was very lively. There were also footsteps on the road, so it seemed like a new day was about to begin. Maybe we will continue to fight, but at the moment, when I heard the room came from his shocking snoring, I heart for no reason a lot of solid ......
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