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又是一个周末的夜晚,坐在书房,开一盏台灯,幽黑的夜色有了昏黄灯影的陪伴而显得更加深邃和宽广。窗外,点点的灯火犹如星星般闪烁,虽不太亮却能够在黑暗中给你温暖。我被这空洞的黑暗所吸引,听到了灯火阑珊下这个夜晚的寂静。不记得是什么时候开始喜欢上夜晚的,或许不是喜欢,而是习惯,想必没有人会爱上一个万籁俱寂的黑夜,而现在已习惯了熬夜。我以为,每一个习惯背后都有些故事,友情也好,爱情也罢。但日子久了,那些让你养成习惯的人与事却渐行渐远,只留下你与习惯相依相伴。世人总说,执子之手,与之偕老。可是当时过境迁,我们转过身发现那个曾经约定好一辈
Is a weekend night, sitting in the study, open a lamp, dark night with the dim light of the companionship and even more profound and broad. Outside the window, a little bit of the lights flashing like a star, although not too bright but can give you warmth in the dark. I was attracted by the darkness of this void and heard the silence of the night under the dim light. Do not remember when to start like night, maybe not like, but habits, presumably no one will fall in love with a quiet night, and now used to stay up all night. I think behind every habit there are some stories, friendship or love worth mentioning. But over time, those people and things that make you develop a habit are far and away, leaving you alone with the habit of dependency. The world always said that the hands of your son, with the old man. However, the passage of time, we turned around and found that once agreed a generation