I still like to walk at dusk, like to watch the sunset in the water, like to watch the fallen leaves in the wind, and like to watch the mountains in the snow. I am not afraid of old age, because I hope that when my black hair turns into white hair, the moonlight will blend with my hair. Let the moonlight not be able to tell whether it is moonlight or white hair; let me not be able to tell whether the hair growing on my head is white hair or moonlight. Darkness is clean. The bustling lights, feasting, and singing every night blaspheme the holy darkness. God gave us darkness, didn't he give us the hotbed of dreams? If we give up our dreams and constantly create eroding light to drive away the darkness and indulge in sensuality, then we will probably face a monochromatic world. At night in the city, there is no darkness at all due to the lights; but in my hometown, I can stand in front of the window at night entirely because of the temptation of the moonlight. Who appreciates darkness? However, on this painful night, facing this fresh and virginal darkness, I felt a special feeling. Warmth gradually filled my body, as if I saw a fire in the ice and snow. The dewdrops in the morning moisten your eyes, the sunshine at noon scorches your spine, the deer bells at dusk are the coolest, and the birds at night want to return to the forest. In winter, the colorful birds all flap their wings and fly south, but the crows still stand upright in the snowy fields in the north. Its hoarse cry, full of resentment, has a human tone, unlike orioles and swallows. Although the cry is pleasant, it is too much like the sound of heaven, and it always feels infinitely far away. Because of the cold, the eternal desire for the warmth at the end of the cold, and the lover-like lingering and attachment to salt, I think the tears of northerners will be saltier than those of southerners. The evil in this world is powerful, but love and beauty are even more powerful! I feel that it is not only me who comes to this award podium with me, but also my hometown, with forests, rivers, breeze, and bright moon. It is that land that injects vitality and vitality into my literary world. The light is gained not from the moment of looking up, but from the moment of looking down. If a woman can faint with happiness for a man, her life has not been in vain. I know that real life is simple, it is spotless, like a line that has just been washed by the rain. If you like "Chi Zijian's Quotes", remember to share it with more friends!