So summer came, and the direct point of the sun moved northward. At the South Pole, night covers the earth. At the top of the icy iceberg, there is only a dark sky. However, on the other side of the earth's axis, white night comes, and life greedily absorbs the long-lost sunshine. I, a dust, began to scatter light.
The other side of the white night is darkness. On the other side of the polar night is light.
The so-called "eternal night is also eternal day."
So I can't sleep anyway, so let the stream of consciousness continue. It's not dawn yet, which means I still have a chance to fall asleep before getting up.
Speaking of which, there is actually no need to feel pain for what others say. After all, the mouth belongs to someone else. What if someone says, "You will commit suicide by reading this kind of book"? However, a person who hasn't read this book, with the explanation of Baidu entry, concludes that my life is in danger? A sympathetic face, trying to make me "repent" with the glory of the Virgin Mary, just like the prophet in Greek mythology, insisting on what I would do. Stand above me. When I said that I couldn't kill myself, she tried to refute me with all kinds of arguments, "You will kill yourself". In fact, she is just competitive, just trying to refute me to prove the correctness of her point of view.
Even if her point of view is "You will commit suicide by reading this kind of book".
Her argument is so clever that I almost accepted it. Strange, why didn't you get full marks for your argumentative essay in the college entrance examination?
It woke me up. I think this kind of book is easy to commit suicide. Now that you have seen the sorrow of the world and the emptiness of life, there seems to be nothing to say about reading Brave New World at this fantasy age.
Of course I don't want to die. How wonderful life is, I can't bear it, and I have no right to end it. Of course I know that the man didn't want me to commit suicide, but "kindly" reminded me not to commit suicide. Think of that sentence: "You love others with all your strength, but that person has been black and blue."
I don't want to deny that man's concern for me. After all, she was sincere and even tried to convince my parents that I would commit suicide.
But I obviously love this world, even if it is incomplete.
It's been a long time, but every time I think about it, a corner in my heart will still be pulled.
At night, you can see moonlight. So, when I think about this, I will go back and listen to Debussy's Moonlight, as if I felt the light like water, gentle and simple. Light and shadow are intertwined, and everything is fine.
Leshe finally met for the first time in 2020. I didn't want to practice the piano, so I began to code the papers for the report. There is a computer and a piano in the music club classroom. Someone in the next class is playing Chopin's Mazzuca seriously. This man's argumentative essay is famous in the whole paragraph. I have always admired him as a person who "falls apart" when writing an article.
Mazzuca stopped and the argumentative man sighed. Then I heard the sound of turning over the music.
Then the painting style changed—
A familiar melody.
Debussy's moonlight.
It is easiest to stay calm at school. When you are upset, look at the math college entrance examination review manual and you can completely calm down. But why did I hear this song Moonlight like this?
In fact, Debussy has been criticized. This man who cares about the inner light and shadow and the instant feeling has influenced me in this way and turned me into a sour literary youth. Literary youth is a derogatory term these days. ) I have always attributed "irrationality" to Debussy. But why can others write a clean and thorough argumentative paper, while I sing "What's wrong with staying so long" and "I've been hurt since ancient times"!
I have been suffering from insomnia this week. I am more awake than an owl at night, but I drink coffee and black tea in the posture of Erguotou during the day. Sansan supplied black tea, and she said, "God closed a door for you and opened a window for you. Your stream of consciousness can become an article. "
The so-called "eternal night is also eternal day"?
After a hard weekend, I went home and began to catch up on sleep, but I still couldn't sleep. After all, God closed a door for me.
In a daze, I heard my old mother calling from the balcony, "Rainbow!" " Then she ran back to the room and dragged me out of bed.
"what!" I complained discontentedly in Wenzhou dialect. It is said that when the brain is not online, he often speaks his mother tongue.
Then rushed to the terrace.
The rainbow stood in front of my eyes, and I was directly below it. The span is large and complete, and the colors are bright. Monet
The sky is the color of roses. There are rainbows here, afterglow there, and wet raindrops. Probably the color of the sun melting? I looked around.
This rainbow in front of us, also called "Moon", is full of religious meaning.
The rainy season in the south is coming. Morning glory planted in winter creeps up, germinates and blooms. Flowers are just the color of the sunset. The rain beads rolled on the leaves, infiltrated into the soil and stirred up the fragrance.
This is the taste of life.
The mood suddenly cleared up. My lifestyle has nothing to do with what I hear. The end of the eternal night is the eternal day, which may be far away, but it is connected by the earth's axis.
So when the sky is dark for you, your heart should be bright.
After going downstairs, it soon became dark. Purple clouds, fading rain, lights on. I want to catch up on my sleep. Lie down and get up again. Why don't you write something? Not for others, but for yourself.
The review of the college entrance examination has begun, and the countdown to the preliminary examination has actually begun. This kind of insomnia, unconsciousness, catching up on sleep and writing articles are all extravagant demands. However, if you are too lazy to organize your own thoughts, what "bright future" can you expect?
In this way, I left very piously.