Chapter 49 Ode to Night

You Guang Those who love the night are not just those who are lonely, those who have leisure, those who cannot fight, and those who are afraid of the light. People's words and deeds often appear different in the daytime and in the middle of the night, in the sun and in front of the lamp.Night is the mysterious heavenly garment woven by good fortune, which covers all people and makes them warm and at ease. Unknowingly, they gradually take off their artificial masks and clothes, and wrap themselves naked in this boundless black flocculent mass. inside. Although it is night, there are also light and dark.There is twilight, there is darkness, there is darkness, and there is darkness.Those who love the night must have ears to listen to the night and eyes to see the night, so that they can see all darkness freely in the dark.Gentlemen walk into the dark room from under the electric light, stretching his lazy waist; lovers walk into the shade of trees from the moonlight, and their eyes change suddenly.The coming of night obliterates all the detached, confused, sudden, sudden, flashy articles written by the scholars in broad daylight on the dazzling white paper, leaving only begging, fawning, lying, deceiving, bragging, The mischievous night air formed a brilliant golden halo, as if seen on a Buddhist painting, covering the mind of an extraordinary scholar.

Those who love the night then accept the light that the night gives. The modern girl in high heels is walking vigorously under the electric light on the side of the road, but there is also a little oily sweat on the tip of her nose, which proves that she is a beginner fashionista. If she grows in the bright light, she will meet "Falling" fate.The darkness of a row of closed shops helped her, and she slowed down to full throttle, took a breath, and felt the refreshing night breeze. Those who love the night and the modern girl, thus simultaneously receive the favor that the night bestows.

At the end of the night, people got up cautiously and came out; even the couples looked completely different from before five or six o'clock.Since then, it has been lively and noisy.But behind the high wall, in the middle of the building, in the boudoir, in the dark prison, in the guest room, and in the secret agency, there is still an astonishingly real darkness. Today's broad daylight and hustle and bustle is the dark decoration, the gold lid on the human meat sauce jar, and the cream on the ghost's face.Only Ye is honest.I love night, and wrote "Night Ode" at night.

June 8th. [1] This article was originally published in "Shen Shen Free Talk" on June 10, 1933.