Step into the night

     After dinner, I stepped into the silent twilight. Following the guidance of my heart, I walked from darkness to light, and from light to the distance, believing that God's holy grace awaited me at the end!

    Barefoot, I felt the breath of Mother Earth on my path forward; this nurturing warmth and confidence is the green nutrient a child needs to grow. My soul was running free, eagerly bursting forth from above, like a wild horse breaking free of its bridle, tirelessly galloping towards the ever-expanding dark grassland. Its iron hooves were to leave the first hoofprint on the long, new grass touched by spring rain! Its bright eyes were to catch the first splendid flower! Its sense of smell was to inhale the first floating fragrance!

    My steps continued, creating a different scene. The crisp chirping of the daytime followed the setting sun into the twilight. Birds returning to their nests at dusk could now peacefully close their weary eyes, drifting into dreams amidst the rustling sounds, flying towards the shores of hope. The night now belongs to life beneath the grass and leaves; the surging, boiling songs of joy are the gospel of life, its outpouring. From the rooftop not far away, the faint strains of a guitar drift in. I cannot see him (or her), but the notes that fly from his fingertips and linger in the night fill the darkness with longing, carried on the evening breeze that brushes my cheek to the distant lover listening by the window. Though separated by vast distances in the daytime, only this blurred, unified darkness allows our hearts to lean tightly together. This lingering loneliness strikes at my soul, forcing two streams of salty tears to fall, a lament for youth's fleeting nature. The warmth of memories lingers in my palm, falling silently at the mere inches away. The cold moonlight slants across the earth, casting a solitary shadow, accompanied by intermittent sobs.

    My shadow, like a tail, trails behind me, always silent, unwaveringly loyal. The heart's lament is forever known only to heaven, earth, and myself. From the beginning of time, it remained silent, as cold and still as the moonlight. The moon and the night, entwined, continue from the beginning to the end of time. They witness each other's cruelty and compassion, the mundane and the extraordinary, the pain and the joy… The soul, like a child's tender forehead brushing against its mother's cheek, is bathed in moonlight, experiencing the most loving warmth. From the mother's tenderness, it draws the courage to resist the boundless, dark fear. I quietly listen to my own heartbeat; it is the drumbeat of time, and also the drumbeat of my life. Yesterday, gone, has become a specimen in the hall of memory. Though it has not yet lost its color, its voice and smile in my mind, it has been instantly frozen into a treasured keepsake. Only in the darkness, in dreams, does it regain its life, continuing its absurd story. The future lies in the next second; the moment my feet feel the earth, it paves the road of reality, giving the blank canvas ink and light, sound and image, emotion and warmth. Humans are the link between the future and the present. At this point, they possess both sincerity and pretense, humility and hypocrisy. Memories are the eyes of wise men, seeing through the hearts of every person in life.

    In the distance, the deep tolling of church bells echoes, "Dong...dong...dong..." The moon is shaken into the valley at the edge, and darkness recedes once more. The resounding bells then pierce the vast twilight, shattering the last rays of the cold moon and scattering a sky full of stars. I stop, gazing up to find the long-awaited constellation "Leo." It strides proudly, majestic and awe-inspiring, walking across the sky, moving forward towards the boundless universe. My soul mounts its back, wandering with it, searching for the other shore of light. The billions of shining stars are the lighthouses of billions of hearts, guiding people to find their direction in the darkness of life. The billions of stars are also billions of dreams, billions of stories, converging into a sun at dawn, dispelling the deep darkness and warming the world.

    Night, in this all-encompassing night, my steps are boundless, my soul is boundless, my freedom is boundless!

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