City people in big cities

There is insomnia again tonight on October 8, 2018, even if I don't want insomnia to seem to be my norm. I don't know when I formed the habit. I don't know how many days and nights I couldn't sleep on the opposite side of the quilt. Tonight I chose to accept the arrangement of sleeping late, standing on the balcony alone in red boxers and looking at the lights in the distance. (it still means it's not abnormal. Just that's all for tonight) looking for light from afar did not solve the worries, so I went back to the house and picked up my cell phone to record what happened tonight. The electric fan in the room did not turn off and let it go on and on. I still feel a little cold in October and autumn wearing underpants. The wind blowing through the balcony feels like this. Looking at the residential building directly opposite, I saw that there were still a few lights still on. After the wee hours of the morning, I may have slept all night, but the lights in the room were on and I did not see the people in the room, otherwise I saw waving hello to him. This is also a degraded person, but shaking my head to think that even if I see the people in the house, it really makes people feel that they are sick and gay when they stand on the balcony in their underpants. So I fell into silence again, and for a long time I felt that I could smoke a cigarette at this time, and let the tar paralyze my awkward silence. I pitied myself that I didn't smoke at all and couldn't find half a piece of tobacco when I went back to the house. So I can only stand in the darkness around here wearing underpants and feel the cold October autumn breeze and mosquito bites.

Looking downstairs, the cars lined up unevenly and illuminated by street lights fell into a long silence. In this big city, the street lights were still on in the early hours of the morning, which was known to be particularly dazzling in the dark. The lights may illuminate until daybreak. Maybe. Maybe, after all, I didn't stay up all night to stare at these lights until I got off work.

The lights are still on like giving light to the struggling people in this big city so that people can find a way to return. People in big cities always say that the pace of life is fast, but they can pay attention to it carefully, but their daily journey is as slow as a snail. I have spent two years with you without care. Two years, two years in life can change the world a lot, and the disappearance of the stars at the beginning of all things can also happen. The people around the little world around me have changed a lot in the past two years, but some of them have made a qualitative leap in this time, so they have no choice but to feel as if they had come to a standstill during this time. Make yourself ridiculous and take insomnia to stand on these few inches of balcony and look to the street lamp for a bright and sad reason. This sound insulation is not good for the next-door neighbor to open the door and go back to the house. Maybe he just finished his work today in the big city or came back for a rest after midnight snacks. I don't know. Although it is across a wall but it has not been touched, the electric fans in the room are still spinning around. I still have underpants standing on the balcony. That's what I heard. Balcony around dark, I looked at the distant road lights, can not help but sigh, really bright.

At four o'clock in the morning, the mosquito was no longer bitten. He should have had enough to eat and drink and finished his work. The street lamp was still on. At this time, he finally felt a little sleepy and moved his slippers back to the house. After all, he had to get up early in the morning and work harder. Good night, Shenzhen.