The evening breeze sneaked into Chaimen, circled around the lights in the courtyard, and then smiled and passed away, leaving only the shadows of flowers.
The butterfly has fallen asleep, sleeping deep in the flowers, pillowed with fragrance, embracing the moonlight, and is absorbing a beautiful dream to soothe the rush of tomorrow.
I have nothing to do, so I find a small courtyard to rest in. The hustle and bustle is swallowed up by the night, and the dust in my heart is swept away by the wind.
Time is poetry, poetry overflows among the plants and trees, and lingers in the flower stamens, climbing up the ancient table along with the fragrance of flowers. On the table, there are watermelons, cattail fans, herbal tea, a few tired leaves and a handful of fallen petals.
Sitting idle on the green steps, my thoughts are downplayed. Time cannot understand the customs, and the joy along the way is always accompanied by sadness. It needs to be healed by the tranquility of the years surrounded by this place and this scene.
Some time is to be enjoyed alone. It is not cold, but I feel more and more that the relationship between people should be just right, like a gentle breeze blowing only slightly, like a drizzle only slightly drizzling, and relaxing in a controlled way.
I don’t like to talk, so I stay away from the crowd. Life is limited. Save a little time to spend time exploring the fragrant night and the boundless wind and moon.
In life, you still have to choose what you like as much as possible.
In the past, I always thought that I was extraordinary, but later I realized that mediocrity is the background, nothing special, just a wisp of fireworks and a speck of dust.
Ordinary people like us, can have a small courtyard to perch in our free time, perch on the summer night covered with stars, eat watermelon, shake the cattail leaf fan... Think about it, as long as you have the heart, happiness in the world will be achieved. It's not difficult.
Don’t be sad about age, grow old leisurely, and remember every year. It's midsummer again, and too many long-cherished wishes have turned into regrets, and many encounters have happened, completely mottled into yesterday's time and the old past.
I remember when I was a child, when the hustle and bustle in the alley gradually calmed down, I could nestle in my grandfather's arms, eat the sweetest part of the watermelon, and listen to the most beautiful stories in the world.
The cattail leaf fan was gently swaying, and in a flash, the years and the fragrance of flowers flowed into the green corridor. When I found it, there was no return ticket for sale.
Fortunately, I have already learned to let go of every wrinkle, always with a poetic mood, and follow the movement of time to salvage every bit of beauty in the ordinary road.
The long street dyed red by the setting sun at dusk, the small courtyard blown by the evening breeze, the tea books quietly sipping under the lamp, and the fragrance of flowers in the distance...are all the reasons why we fall in love with life.
Life is like cloud peaks and deep valleys. Don't forget to choose the lifestyle you like within your ability during the rare smooth journey.
It was late at night, and the wind took away the tired leaves and petals on the table. The watermelon rind lay despondently next to the cattail leaf fan, and mosquitoes peeped under the lamp, waiting for the time to attack.
Everything should have been quiet, but as I was drowsy, I was reluctant to let go of my carefree mind at the moment.
The small courtyard in midsummer is a beauty that is willing to be imprisoned by a flower fence. The vegetation is lush and the fruits are fragrant. You can hide your unhappiness among the lush branches and leaves, and then fall asleep with peace and joy.
Although this courtyard does not belong to oneself, if it can bring a moment of joy to busy people, the existence of the small courtyard will be full of meaning.
The crescent moon hooks the night sky full of stars, the misty clouds cover the moonlight, and the sleepless people read the dark night, so ethereal and profound. In the courtyard, wild flowers were sleeping everywhere, and beside the brick wall, a tree was dancing and admiring the moon.
The evening wind slipped out of the Chaimen, extinguishing the lights in the courtyard, and the poems with scattered flower shadows were submerged in the night.
Go to sleep, wait until tomorrow is wasted, come back to the small courtyard, and continue to spend time together.
