A cool rain soaked the streets under the dusk, and also reduced the heat of midsummer and June. The golden wheat ears on the wheat racks in the courtyard were tightly packed together to taste this god-sent nectar, life. Another season of midsummer in China came to the front when the wheat yellow peaches were ripe again, and all of this seemed particularly hurried and urgent. In the scorching summer, it was always so impatient, wanting to bring the time of ripening and harvesting. The joy of walking into the autumn that is also like a fairy tale, and the beautiful autumn, I always want to bring the good memories and stories under the harvest and yellow leaves into the frosty ground, but the white snow late winter.
When time and time are under the cloudy and sunny conditions, they have taken us through the four seasons year after year, and all the fortunate beings in the world will also watch the spring, summer, autumn and winter so unhurriedly, Walking in front of our own eyes, we are counting down our age and life while admiring the beautiful scenery of the four seasons!
Whether we are poor or rich, male or female, young or old, as long as we are still alive, we must go through rain, snow, wind and frost, and we must accept birth, old age, sickness and death!
A rain at dusk wets a city surrounded by mountains, but under a remote mountain city, there is a person who does not care about the world, no matter how hard or plain his days are? It doesn't matter if the sky is rainy or sunny? A lost time traveler has always been in his own ordinary and simple, as well as simple and pure world, with the words of true feelings in his heart, wandering endlessly under calm and optimism, although he is like an ant, However, he has the ambition of Honghu, even though his mission is thinner than paper, he has an unyielding heart! It doesn't matter whether he can write in Lu Youshi's poems in the future: the mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way, and the willows are dark and flowers are bright in another village. But at least at this time it is:
cup of tea on the floor and rain in the evening,
cool summer and night poems.
confidants are scattered in the rain, and
will bear the burden of good and bad tomorrow.
Original by Wang Yonghong on June 11, 2021.
