Summer night, the moonlight is like a thread, with stars twinkling. In this long night, my emotions fluctuate with the sound of cicadas, rolling like waves. A gentle breeze brushes in from the window, carrying the faint fragrance of lotus and osmanthus, as well as the distant singing of cuckoos, but it cannot dispel the melancholy that fills my heart. On such a night, I am as lonely as can be, nestled in this tranquility, yet the distractions in my mind continue to spread.
Once, I stumbled upon a beautiful phrase, "In the deep night, the wind strikes the bamboo against the rock, and the moonlight leans on the willows by the creek." And now, in this trance-like moment, I seem to be the idle person gazing at the rock wall, leaning against the railing. I am immersed in the coolness and depth of the summer night, but unable to withstand the falling thoughts. This melancholy in my heart seems to be everywhere, like the summer wind, elusive and unpredictable.
Where does this melancholy come from? Perhaps it comes from the endless night, deep and mysterious. Perhaps it comes from the intermittent chirping of cicadas, both loud and desperate. Or perhaps, this melancholy is buried deep within, accumulated through countless summer nights. It grows silently, spreading in unnoticed corners, until one night, it blooms into such a poignant flower.
This melancholy, is it not a reminiscence of time gone by? When past laughter becomes memories, when those people and things that once shared moments together gradually fade in memory, every moment of silence in the summer night is a reminder that time passes quickly and waits for no one. Yet here I am, still lingering on this path of no return, unwilling to move forward and unable to turn back.
Closing my eyes, I hope that this melancholy will be carried away by the wind, transforming into the faintest stars in the night sky, shining brightly one day. However, when I open my eyes, it still clings to my heart, deep and weathered.
This night, sleepless. The melancholy of the summer night lingers in my heart, but it also bestows a profound sense of beauty. Just like every star in the night sky, lonely and distant, yet shining brightly, creating a unique scenery in the universe. And I, I am nothing more than a tiny existence in this vast night sky, carrying my own melancholy, walking through every summer night, until this melancholy disappears with me in the boundless universe.
In this endless summer night, I am like a speck of dust, incredibly small in the face of the vast universe. Everything around me, the brightness of the moonlight, the brilliance of the stars, silently tells the vastness and profundity of the universe. Compared to the boundless night sky, my existence is nothing more than a drop in the ocean, a fleeting glimmer of light.
Standing quietly in the darkness, looking up at the countless stars, my heart is filled with questions about the meaning of my existence. In this grand journey of the universe, what trace can I leave behind? In the endless river of time, my life is but a fleeting moment. This realization makes me sigh at my own insignificance and powerlessness.
If life is a river, I am merely a tiny droplet of water, and my melancholy, my joy, in the scale of the universe, are they not equally insignificant? However, it is precisely this sense of insignificance that makes me cherish every moment of existence, every heartbeat, every stroll in a summer night.
At this moment, I understand that even in the face of the vast universe, I, as an individual, possess irreplaceable value and meaning. My thoughts, my emotions, even if they cannot shake the galaxy, can illuminate my inner world in this quiet summer night, serving as proof of my existence.
I may be small, but I still hold onto a glimmer of hope. Under this starry sky, every feeling, every introspection, is a pursuit and enlightenment of the endless mysteries of the universe. Despite my small physical presence, my spirit can still traverse the stars. This is the consolation of being a tiny existence, and it is also my soliloquy in this long summer night.
In this moment of insignificance and lamentation, I seem to have finally found my own peace and courage, so I gather my strength and continue to stroll in this beautiful and mysterious summer night.
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