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Night,

Looking at the Depression and coldness of the city, looking at the yellow street lights on the street, the night is neither black nor brightly lit, but gray. The Sleeping City was like the rough impression seen by an old man who couldn’t open his eyes. Occasionally, there were several cars passing by. The bright lights didn’t match the city in sleep. The friction between the wheels and the road gradually faded away. Walking alone in the street with his head down, he only heard his own footsteps. He didn’t want to sing a tune in boredom, but just wanted to wander in this gray flaw painting. The cool breeze blows my short hair. Watching the light of street lamps lengthen, Shorten and lengthen my shadow, the desolate atmosphere lengthened my loneliness and hesitation. The night was really quiet, as quiet as the shyness and shyness of a young girl in the face of her lover. I raised my head and looked up at the sky. I had nothing except the gray sky. Maybe the world was originally gray! A couple walked by the street, holding the right hand in his left hand, walked and smiled, romantic in the dim light, watching them approaching, I gave in, afraid to disturb the warmth, waiting for them to pass, I continued to move forward, and sweetness rippled into a sea of flowers behind me. I sigh with emotion that time flies and youth gradually fades away in the passing years. What does time leave? Maybe it’s just a few wrinkles between eyebrows, just a few sigh of emotion in life. This night was so deserted, but it was memorable, because every bit of time was deposited in the deep of my memory. At night, I am already in my heart.

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