灯亮着。我允许世界暗下去,我只要这一屋子的光明。雨点砸出的声音,有些刻意。夜晚太静了,雨点弄出动静。它们让夜晚醒着。茶在我的左边或右边。伸手,端起来,都足以获得一个更浓、更酽的夜晚。在一杯茶的熏陶下,我努力和夜晚站得更近。站出了十二分的精神。生涩的文字,还没有煮沸。在一口密闭的锅里,好像熬得越久,才能得到更纯正的味道。在夜晚,离什么近一点又离什么远一点是件轻松的事情。我挽着我的手,就能好好 the light is on. I allow the world to darken, I just want the light of this room. Raindrops hit the sound, some deliberately. Too quiet at night, raindrops get the news. They awake at night. Tea is on my left or right. Hand, end up, are enough to get a thicker, more 酽 night. Under the influence of a cup of tea, I worked hard to stand closer to the night. Stand out of the twelve points of the spirit. Jerky text, not yet boiled. In a closed pot, it seems to boil longer to get a more pure taste. In the night, it is easy to get closer and closer to what. I am holding my hand, I will be fine