High temperatures and drought are still clamoring.
June has turned around in the blue sky, the clear and boundless water has not fallen, summer flowers have begun to pack their bags, old trees are rubbing their withered yellow bows, poetry and distance are rippling in the heart of the lake, reeds are soaking in the green, The wind is brewing a rain.
Hope is waiting on the clouds, the birds have their mouths open, the melons and fruits have lost their moisture and sweetness over the years, and the old faces are drooping.
The grass is dying, but it is still holding on to the encounter with midsummer, stubbornly holding up its weak body.
The wind acts as a messenger, conveying life's deep affection for the seasons non-stop.
connects those weak lives with compassionate imagination, and the simple and beautiful time shines with ancient lights.
The dried leaves and withered stems can no longer continue to write the time of youth. From the heart-rending singing of a few cicadas, the soft time flows across the river of dreams.
The reproduction and continuation of life will never be lost due to inferiority. Another explosion of love is growing in secret, with the attitude of not being praised by anyone.
Looking back suddenly, I feel sad. The wild life is like the lilies in the empty valley, swaying the fragrance of the ground, quietly smearing the desolation.
After passing through the years, experiencing the vicissitudes of life, the dignity and value of life, we gradually understand that we must stay away from malaise, depression and pain.
Frustration is like the stone of life, and the edge of life shines through tempering; suffering is the ore of life, and the vitality of life is released in refining.
Hold on to the wall that never gives up, walk on the road built by setbacks and hardships, and continue to chase the true meaning of life in the direction of the light!
