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    In life, we are always touched by some small things and things, such as birds in the sky, plants in the ground, and a touch of color that catches our eyes by chance.  It returned to calm again, as flat as algae. The previous fluctuations left traces in my heart, which lasted for a long time, and my heart also found a medicine in the ripples. After tasting, the fragrance lingers on.

    In the evening, the roommates all went out.  Open the bed curtain, as far as the eye can see, the still and extremely delicate picture silently expresses the silence, the twilight light from outside the balcony diffuses in, spreads all over the floor, playing the thin sound of nature, the white elf steps on  The rhythm moves wantonly in the air.  For this silent silence, my heart is silently rejoicing.

    After the roommates came back, they began to chat intermittently.  He didn't want to join in, so he went to the balcony and lay weakly on the balcony in the most comfortable posture, watching the pedestrians downstairs, the vehicles on the side of the road, the green trees in front of the house, and the distant view of being in a modern city.  A mountain that has lost its spirit of ghosts.  It was so quiet again, so clean and transparent.  Why is this so?  If it is only used as a popular reason, perhaps I already have the answer in my heart; however, if it is used as an eternal explanation for this phenomenon, I can only answer with "don't know".  The emotions generated by the interaction with people infect the soul like filth. When there is no connection with the outside world, the sense of cleanliness and transparency is truly clean.  I have been wandering among the crowd, cleaning and purifying my heart unconsciously. Any emotions around my heart caused by being involved with others are quickly cleaned up. After being cleaned, my heart has no connection with the surrounding world.  The people and things in the world cannot be touched, and it is very pleasant to stand on a high place and look down at the bustling crowd or scenery.  The so-called answer is roughly like this. The sweet things you encounter by chance slowly permeate every inch of your life day and night without knowing it, and form the habit of addiction.

    After dinner, I moved the stool to the balcony, sat by the door and window, stepped on the right edge of the stool with one foot, held a cup in my hand, and quietly drank the half-warm water. My eyes were unfocused, and I was staring at the front stupidly.  free at will.  Immersed in this silence, the heart is peaceful, as if not sitting in reality, but lying quietly in time.  The leaves are dense and whirling, swaying in the breeze, the temperature of the sunset is just right, a gust of wind occasionally brushes a strand of hair by the ear, affecting the most delicate nerves connected to the heart, and the heart quickly and clearly captures the erratic passing  The slight itchy touch, the still heart is slightly touched, and the joy flickers like a thin shimmer.

    Whether it is indulging or self-exile, the feeling of enjoyment that is cherished for such moments all the time is real. This point is not false, and it is enough to know it.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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