Lonely as a dog

At this moment, at midnight, listening to Schubert's serenade, I suddenly realized that this quiet night could be squandered by me. I should have been hinted by the Lone Star of the cool breeze, and I should have alienated the biological clock that matches my soul. Unfortunately, I am a lazy person, an impetuous person. I often worry about my sleep. I'm afraid I won't be able to go to work the next day. I'm afraid I'll doze off at work. Now, as long as I make a cup of coffee, there is no reason for me to go to bed on time. But I will still say good night to others, because before you read this article, I don't want to explain to you why I don't sleep. In addition, I want to stay awake secretly, as if this night really belongs to me.

Of course, I won't do nothing when I'm awake, and I won't play all night like Xu Yunfeng, and then obediently make a mama's boy the next day. I think I have a lot of things of my own to sort out with the help of this night. For example, I can't remember my master's name. Sometimes I remember it in my dreams, but when I wake up, I can't remember it at all. I think my dream was eaten by tapirs, which ate my nightmares and sweet dreams, and then devoured my memory insatiably. While I am awake, alone, blending myself with the night, I will also constantly lose my dream, and my memory is ethereal like a dream.

I have some good brothers who attach great importance to love and righteousness. But I won't be as fearless as I was at first. My uncle is dying, but I won't be as sad as I was at first. M á rquez said in a hundred years of loneliness that parents are the curtain between us and death. Maybe all we fear is face to face with death. We want to keep our curtains, so we don't know what to do and cry. We need to live with the night, or plant such a tapir in our dreams, so that our dreams and memories become illusory, and we are really at peace.

I said that all happy things do not have a story. Lao Song said that this is self-abuse, no matter how good friends can not reach an agreement on cognition, I doubt whether there is truth in this world. Fortunately, I am a lazy person. I can sit quietly and think. Just like now, after the stroke of midnight, I found myself like an animal without discrimination, wandering in vain in the unknown wilderness, so empty that there was no story, and I was frustrated.

The deeper the night, the more lonely I feel, not as helpless as I want to lose a loved one, but the loneliness that I am going to lose. You may have forgotten that the dog that went into space sixty years ago, a wandering bitch, howled alone in the universe. This is terrible. We should at least play her a Requiem.

Most of our loneliness does not come from distance, but from the isolation of the crowd. Like everyone else, I was charmed by this Sinorama city, like a teenager in first love, in the sawing with reality, and like a lovelorn and masochistic teenager. I feel depressed, so I prefer to be lonely, so I want to prove my loneliness in everyone and savor the feeling of loneliness in every relationship. Finally, I fell into a blank and silence, experiencing the nothingness and loneliness of life.

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