The door snaps shut softly behind him. The sound of footsteps, one in front of the other, answered each other. Rustle, rustle, mine, his. We couldn't be seen in the darkness, but we were laughing, two naughty children, sneaking out of the adults' view while they weren't looking, with a snicker in our hearts.?
The neighborhood slept. The night was serene, and even cleaner. In the air, flowing was the body odor of the night. Of the trees, of the flowers, of the grass, and of the dew. The dust of the day is gone, the noise of the day is gone, the turnover of the day is gone, and even the unsightly scar on an iron gate is gone. In front of every window of every house, a night color hangs like fine satin. All the hardness, at this moment, reveals its soft kernel, happy, unhappy, all into the dream, right?
Appreciation: ?
This paragraph uses metaphor, personification and other rhetorical devices to write about the author's heart and the tranquility of the night. The author in the autumn night reveals her innocent side, "like two naughty children", removed the daytime disguise, the night is quiet, with the technique of prose wrote three "disappeared", but also reflects the quiet of the night, and the day is different from the style. The night color is said to be "a piece", which refers to a smaller piece. In this case, the night is held in the palm of the hand, the good silk hanging in front of the window of the family, but also this piece of the night is composed of, right?
Thoughts:?
Autumn night, once mentioned, always think of poetry in a stream of grievances, as if it should have been with a bit of sadness, however, it is this silent grief, the light of silence, in order to dissolve all the hard shells, revealing the softness, and no one will find that the night curtains cover the casement of the window, there will be people quietly fall into tears. Into the night, the night is still quiet. At this point, perhaps to escape something. The strongest people will be indulged once, just once, not letting reason stop the sensibility.
This article about death, a star mentioned in the article is a life, not unheard of, do not believe, but not want. The sky of the big city, can find one or two will be happy for a long time, but the ground as much as the sand of life how can just a few? The concept of death, as in "a star falling means a life is lost," was not something I was exposed to until I was older. I saw the so-called "death" earlier than the average person. I was four or five years old, being dragged by my aunt and uncle, licking lollipops, not understanding why people around me were wearing white flowers and black veils, not understanding why my mother was crying so hard, and why so many people were so sad around my grandmother lying in a glass box. Then someone told me that Grandma was dead, so-called dead, that is, Grandma can no longer sleep with me, can no longer amuse me, when I play the guzheng, there will be no one to sit back and listen to it in rapture, when I play in the garden and pass by the rooftop, there will be no one to smile and wave to me in a group of square dancers, it was very difficult to hear all this, and the lollipop was no longer sweet, and cried to call the "sleeping" grandmother. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
The lollipop, after all, was not finished.
The last time I saw my grandmother, I was looking at a wooden box in my uncle's hand, heavy and warm.?
By the time I was in elementary school, I had read a lot of books, and my heart was sometimes mixed. 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, and I'll be able to do it. I always thought I was mature enough, and even solemnly declared: I've lived my life until I'm over 40 years old, and that's enough. I didn't tell my mom because I always felt it was inappropriate, but there were quite a few people in my class who responded to my declaration, a group of kids who didn't know the taste of sadness, as if it was something to be proud of. Later on, I graduated from elementary school. But then I realized that I didn't want to die at all anymore, I wanted to live, and one more second of life would be a thing of unrequited and blissful happiness.?
Death is a permanent tranquility, is to give up everything in exchange for no disturbance, a dream of a long sleep, the tranquility of the autumn night is closest to this feeling. Sitting on a stone bench, imagining the feeling of dying, slowly becoming one with the surroundings. In the autumn night, with the fragrance of osmanthus, the autumn of one person is strong, and the autumn of two people is warm. The "he" in the article, not much to say, a "we live well", touched! Commitment does not need to be big and heavy, the smallest promise can also achieve a lifetime of the happiest eternity. What will be gone, the passage of life is just a deprivation, the side of everything, stripped of cocoon deprivation, a person's road or have to walk alone. In the lonely autumn night, a sentence "with you" is a great warmth ah! Lost in the journey, a "we go home" is a great redemption ah! I hope that in the future, I can also receive such a promise.
Silent autumn night, the heart slowly quiet, like a leaf, a flower, as a gift, into the heart. The road ahead is long, when encountered bumps and difficulties, do not need to panic, as long as a pool of tranquility, the tranquility of the autumn night, flow, injected into eternity.
There are more and more problems, living more tired than in elementary school. But then I realized that I didn't want to die at all anymore, I wanted to live, and one more second of life would be a thing of unrequited and blissful happiness.?
Death is a permanent tranquility, is to give up everything in exchange for no disturbance, a dream of a long sleep, the tranquility of the autumn night is closest to this feeling. Sitting on a stone bench, imagining the feeling of dying, slowly becoming one with the surroundings. In the autumn night, with the fragrance of osmanthus, the autumn of one person is strong, and the autumn of two people is warm. The "he" in the article, not much to say, a "we live well", touched! Commitment does not need to be big and heavy, the smallest promise can also achieve a lifetime of the happiest eternity. What will be gone, the passage of life is just a deprivation, the side of everything, stripped of cocoon deprivation, a person's road or have to walk alone. In the lonely autumn night, a sentence "with you" is a great warmth ah! Lost in the journey, a "we go home" is a great redemption ah! I hope that in the future, I can also receive such a promise.
Silent autumn night, the heart slowly quiet, like a leaf, a flower, as a gift, into the heart. The future is a long way, when encountered bumps and difficulties, do not need to panic, as long as a pool of tranquility, the tranquility of the autumn night, flow, injected into eternity