In the night sky, a group of stars twinkled. They proudly said, "look at how bright and beautiful ours are!" No one can compare with us! " Brother Yun listened,

I like watching the stars. Late at night in summer, take some old newspapers to the rooftop and listen to the whispers of stars in this quiet environment. The summer wind blew across my face, making me feel stinging, as if I had taken a swig of Sprite under the scorching sun. It's really clear, cool and indescribable. This can only be enjoyed on summer nights. Neither in spring nor autumn. Spring breeze still has a biting smell, while autumn wind has some coolness, which is not the real nature of water. The stars in the summer night are also cold, and the crystal diamond light is full of sad blue. They are just like people in modern society, so lonely and helpless, but they have a noble temperament, which is not ridiculous from a distance. The main color of the universe is black, so it becomes more and more mysterious. As the spokesman of the visible universe, the starry sky also carries this mystery. Take the Big Dipper, which we are most familiar with. Which one do we dare to say we know well? Don't! Even their luminescence is a mystery ―― who can be sure that they are carrying out nuclear fusion, or even whether they have hydrogen or helium. Everything about them is hidden behind a thick black veil. Perhaps it is this mystery that attracted many scientists to explore and attracted me to look up again and again. The mind of the starry sky is bigger than the sea. Under the starry sky, there is no need to hide grievances, unwillingness and ambition. Just sit down and tell them slowly, and they will hear you and give you silent comfort ―― don't listen with your ears, but listen with your heart. Sometimes, if you are tired of watching the stars, just close your eyes and have a rest. At this time, I will think that if there is a beautiful girl sitting next to me and chatting with me and watching the stars, that kind of life will be delicious enough. Then smile, then fall asleep, as if I heard the stars complaining to me in my sleep, alas, who knows!