Blurt是一条长河 Blurt Is a Long River

I have a habit of waking up at midnight. Maybe it's because I'm getting older and getting less sleep. When I wake up, I grab my phone, log into blurt, and check to see if anyone is curating and commenting on my post. Will someone read my drab posts, which are as dull as chewing wax, and then be unsatisfied? Or will he have strong interest, return with delight and forget to curate them?

The happiest thing is to see a long comment, which is sincere, and a high upvoting.

In China, it is currently midnight. It could be noon in a faraway part of the world, with the sun shining brightly. Germany and Nigeria are 7 hours behind China, while Venezuela is around 12 hours behind. The United States is 14 hours behind, and the United Kingdom is 8 hours behind. If they are up at midnight, however, it is time to work during the day in China. The planet is far too large.

I stared out the bedroom window at the sky outside and felt indescribable emotion.

As says an ancient Chinese poem, describing a sense of longing:

You reside at the head of the Yangtze River, while I live at the tail of the Yangtze River.

Every day, I miss you and don't see you.

The Yangtze River water is shared by both of us.

The Yangtze River is China's longest river. It has attracted poets and scholars to chant for thousands of years.

The Yangtze River flows in ceaselessly, and boundless falling trees rustle down——Du Fu.

I suddenly made a connection. Isn't blurt like a river?

I'm on this side of the blurt,

You're on the other side.

I can't see you but I can feel your presence.

We work together to create the blurt dream.

My hometown's moon shines the brightest. Every plant and tree in my hometown has penetrated my heart and stirred my feelings because of my love for it, including the bright moon over my hometown, which is also so lovely and dazzling, even the crows on the roof of my house.

When people in a different place hear their hometown's native voice, it gives them a warm feeling. When I was studying in another city, I would occasionally look in the direction of my hometown, and even that direction would become warm.

It's not unusual for someone to fall in love with a place just because of another individual.

“Why do my eyes often contain tears? Because I am deeply attached to this land” is a poem composed by poet Ai Qing.

Why do I go for a swim in the river blurt? Because I adore blurt and I adore everyone who is rowing on this river.

I fall in love with a platform, a group of individuals, and the entire world because of blurt.

我常常在午夜醒来，许是年纪大了睡眠时间减少的缘故吧。醒来后，我便拿起手机，登录上blurt，去看一看是否有人在为自己的帖子点赞、留言。会不会有人看了自己的帖子，形同嚼蜡，索然无趣，而后悻悻失望至极离去？或者兴趣高涨，满意而归而忘记了点赞呢？最幸福的事情，是看到留下长长的留言，字斟句酌，情真意切，还不忘给一个大大的点赞。

这里已是午夜，在地球上遥远的地方，可能是太阳高照，正午时刻。德国、尼日利亚比中国晚7个小时，委内瑞拉比中国晚大约12小时，美国约14个小时，英国8个小时。可若是他们午夜时刻，中国这里却是白天工作的时间了。世界真的是太大了。

透过卧室窗户上的玻璃，我望着外面的天空，油然而生无限的感慨。

中国有句古诗，那是描写一种思念之情。

君住长江头，我住长江尾，日日思君不见君，共饮长江水。

长江是中国最长的一条河流，千百年来，引得文人墨客争相咏叹。不知江月待何人，但见长江送流水。——张若虚 无边落木萧萧下，不尽长江滚滚来。——杜甫

我忽然有了一种联想，blurt不就是一条长河吗？我在blurt这头，君在blurt那头，闻其声不见其人，共筑blurt梦。

月是故乡明，因为对故乡的爱恋，故乡的一草一木都入了自己的心，动了情，包括故乡上空的明月，爱屋及乌，也是那般美好、耀眼。人在异国他乡，听到家乡的乡音，都是一种温暖和亲近。我在另一座城市求学时，有时也会向着家乡的方向凝望，连那个方向都会变得亲切。因为一个人，爱上一座城，这样的事情并不稀奇。

诗人艾青有一句诗：为什么我的眼里常含泪水？因为我对 这片土地爱得深沉。

为何我在blurt这条河流里畅游？因为我对blurt爱得深沉，我爱在这条河流上泛舟的每一个人。

因为blurt，爱上一个平台，爱上一群人，爱上一个世界。