In fact, the night is more pure, more spotless, more than the noise.
Wind style is very difficult to let people understand, even if polyester not to steel jungle of
flashing lights, its beautiful dance also not conspicuous, it is still leisurely, smartly, don't
care it blowing a few autumn leaf, don't care how much it dry rancid, don't care where it blows
completely malodorous, just go with your heart and amiable form by heart, floating in the vast
heaven and earth, pity or run jokingly overlooking the sentient beings. It doesn't run, it
doesn't run, it doesn't run, it just doesn't care to wander, it passes under the moon and
flowers, the sky and the wilderness, the stars and the sea, the mire of human nature and the
universe of human mind. Probably its visit, but in the heat, brought a little woke cool.
However, the wind is a more light soul, the world is everywhere, there is no restriction, there
is no lure of copper smelly meat, to go beyond the speed of the arrow gun, to play on the
diameter of 1.20 million kilometers of small stones, looking at the bacteria on the rocks,
bacteria on the interesting lives. In the eye of the autumn wind, the earthly wind and rain are
nothing but minor disturbances. The soul of the wind is eternal; it need not sink into the mire
of survival, nor is there anything worth having. All it is, is the soul, this cold and idle soul.
As I thought about it, the autumn wind filled my lungs. Looking at the reddish silent night sky,
the fluttering and cloudy air between my heart and my heart died away.