Summer night, the moonlight is like a thread, with countless stars shining. 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 fullness of my melancholy. In such a night, as lonely as I am, I nestle in this tranquility, yet it allows the distractions in my mind to spread even more.
Once, by chance, I came across a beautiful line: "In the deep night, the wind knocks on the rock wall, and the moonlight leans on the leisurely railing of the creek willow." And now, in this trance, I seem to be the one gazing at the stone wall, leaning on the leisurely railing. I am immersed in the coolness and depth of the summer night, but I cannot rely on the falling yearning. The melancholy in my heart seems to be everywhere, like the summer wind, elusive yet omnipresent.
Where does this melancholy come from? Perhaps it comes from the boundless night, profound and mysterious. Perhaps it comes from the intermittent chirping of cicadas, loud and desperate. Or perhaps, this melancholy is buried deep in my heart, 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 blur in memory, every moment of silence in the summer night is like a reminder that time passes quickly and waits for no one. Yet I still linger 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, turning 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 entwines my heart, but it also bestows upon me 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 and real existence in this vast night sky, carrying my own melancholy, walking through every summer night, until this melancholy disappears with me in this boundless universe.
In this long 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 this boundless night sky, my existence is nothing more than a drop in the ocean, a fleeting light.
Standing quietly in the darkness of the night, 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 kind of mark can I leave behind? In the endless river of time, my life is but a fleeting moment. This realization makes me sigh with the insignificance and powerlessness of myself.
If life is a river, then I am just a tiny drop of water, and my melancholy, my joy, in the scale of the universe, are they not equally insignificant? However, it is precisely this insignificance that makes me cherish every moment of existence, every feeling of heartbeat, every stroll in a summer night.
At this moment, I understand that even though I am as insignificant as dust in the vast universe, every individual me possesses irreplaceable value and meaning. My thoughts, my emotions, even if they cannot shake the galaxy, they can illuminate my inner world in this quiet summer night, becoming proof of my existence.
I may be small, but I still hold a glimmer of hope. Under this starry sky, every feeling, every self-reflection of mine is a pursuit and enlightenment of the endless mysteries of the universe. Despite my small physical form, my soul can still traverse the stars. This is the consolation of being a tiny existence, and it is also my monologue in this long summer night.
In this contemplation of insignificance, I seem to have finally found my own peace and courage, so I gather my spirits and continue to stroll in this beautiful and mysterious summer night.
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