Return
In the evening, my father called me and urged me to go home as soon as possible. I held the receiver and hesitated, feeling a little reluctant, but at night, I still bought a train ticket for one o'clock in the morning.
In January, the sky gets late very early. Around six o'clock, it is completely shrouded in darkness. At this time, the lights light up one after another at the dark end of the city. There are dots the size of broad beans, clusters that look like flowers, and a pool as bright as the moon. Due to the decoration of the lights, the whole city gradually, quietly, but unanimously, as if promised, began to become alive and active. Because of the radiance of the lights, everyone's face seemed to be covered with layers of clear light, glowing. But this is different after all. Compared with the scene during the day, it is hazy, pretending to be reserved but trying to hide it. Everyone wants to be the protagonist in such a night, trying to show off themselves in the light. But it is like the spotlight in the theater. We get closer to it, but also get farther away. Leave it. When the light gradually withdraws, the characters also become dim. As a result, the figures go behind the scenes, overlapping with the darkness, as if people dispersed at the end of the play. The protagonists under the light change again and again, scene after scene, fleeting. Because of this, the night has a unique charm.