Dark sunshine, even if it is dark, is at least sunshine. Unlike the darkness of the sun, although it is still sunshine, it is like a villain, putting an arrow behind his back and hurting people invisibly. I like to be a gloomy sunshine. I have been doing it all the time, although many people don't understand it. Many people like the darkness of the sun, and it is implemented in this way, or better, it is regarded as a sacred law, although many people understand it.
I wrote this article not to say that people are like villains, nor to imagine what Mr. Lu Xun said. There are two trees in front of my house. I just want to say that the dark sunshine is good.
The dark sunshine is sad. Because he can only live in darkness forever, even the sunshine is not accepted by people, just because he has a dark smell. So in the sun, he hides and pretends as much as possible, and you will only find his sunny side and never see his darkness. However, in the dark, he doesn't need to hide or pretend. Even if there is cold moonlight and dim starlight, starlight and moonlight seem to be just his foil, gradually darkening in his darkness. No one will ever know his sadness, because the light is covered and the youth is gone, which is the brightest part of the dark sunshine that has passed away. How can we keep his original glory?
The dark sunshine is lonely. Singing a song, no one answers, is lonely. A pot of turbid wine is lonely when no one drinks it. A long chapter, which nobody understands, is very empty. Nevertheless, the dark sunshine has become accustomed to it, and I have long been used to releasing all the noise and prosperity at the brightest time and enjoying the sad peace in my own darkness. Keep quiet, unknown and undisturbed. Lonely or lonely, he is still him.
I like the dark sunshine for no reason, just like I do a lot of things just casually and rashly. I like his sadness and loneliness. Sadness makes people feel distressed, and loneliness makes people pity. I always laugh so unscrupulously in front of people, regardless of image, influence and consequences, and then I often think a lot of things quietly when I am alone, happy or unhappy. This picture often appears in my mind. In the middle of the night, a man stood aloof on the balcony, holding a cigarette in his hand and taking a sip, leaving the wind to mess up his hair and not to fondle it. In this way, a person staring at the distance. Such scenes have appeared in my mind more than once, and sometimes I wonder if someone in the distance is calling me in this way. But after all, it is not bad to the bone, and such behavior has never happened once.
I like the night. I don't need any reason. It's not because the night can shed its disguise and it doesn't need to be hidden. But you may get lost in the dark. I remember Tie Ning wrote an article "You get carried away in the fog", so, in the dark, the same, even more intense, get carried away.
I always think about some messy things in a person's night, and it is dark all around, leaving only a lamp in front of the table. The light is warm, sprinkled on the paper and slid down with the pen tip, just like my beating heart.
In the past, I always spent too much time thinking, and the result would only make my thoughts confused and become more confused. Words are better than deeds. If I spend time thinking and struggling, maybe I will be more successful. However, I don't know whether it is the wear and tear of years or the lack of fighting spirit, the reason for struggle, or the lack of motivation for struggle. There have been times when I worked hard for someone before, but when everything faded, I couldn't find an excuse to struggle. Can't help but smile, it turns out that everything is in vain.
I also want to wander around like a vagrant, but I'm afraid my guests will die in another country. Maybe I will stay for another person, but maybe something will be missing after all. Sometimes, I envy those who struggle for some people, because they still have goals and passion for struggle, but sometimes I feel sorry for them. When everything is lost, it is sad to find that everything is in vain in the end. Now that I think about it, it's not bad to be alone. There's nothing to worry about and nothing to worry about. I will never give up on myself.
We are just a pawn of fate, and we can never control our own destiny. I don't know when I became so pessimistic. I once said that we should seize the fate by the throat and seize the tail of the years, but these are all empty words after all. I don't know when I began to believe in fate. A way of life has its roots and roots. Changing its running route will not change its result after all. What we can do is to change its orbit indefinitely, and the end point is controlled by the biggest winner and can never be changed. You can't touch it, and when you want to touch it, you have reached the end of your destiny.
Even if you don't want to be that pawn, what can you do? Life is determined by heaven, and death is determined by God. Why do you have to do those meaningless struggles? I'm leaving after all. Open the palm, look at the palm, layer upon layer, and the complexity is the entanglement of fate. There was metaphysics in ancient times, and it was precisely because they tried to go against the sky with the power of nature that they failed after all. There have also been usurpations of the profession of life teachers, but after all, the time is not long, because it hurts heaven and justice. Life is life, how can it be changed? If it can be changed, I'm afraid it's all changed. How can there be today's world?
It's not that I don't have the heart to struggle, but that I'm old. Being happy is also a happy thing. Until someone who is worth my stay appears, or will try to change the trajectory of my destiny again, as long as I have tried, no matter what the end point is, it is worth showing off.
Some people choose to forget, but I always choose to remember.
Recall the dark sunshine, happiness in the sunshine, sadness and loneliness in the dark, sadness and beauty, loneliness.
There are many things in the world of mortals, so why not be a dark sunshine? Let sunshine share happiness, let darkness freeze sadness, and it is not good to be a dark sunshine.
Written in the silent night.