Xia Tian is like a surly boy. Just a moment ago, he was smiling brightly, as clear and handsome as a white horse, but suddenly he lost his temper, turned around and turned into a black crow, with huge wings that covered the sky and the sun, roaring past, followed by thousands of rain and arrows, which caught people off guard.
Thousands of thunders fell, rain came from thousands of peaks
Thunder roared, white rain danced, and the rain curtain suddenly enveloped everything.
The flowers with stamens lowered their heads, the birds fluttered their wings looking for a hiding place, and the summer cicada's song also stopped abruptly.
There are only green trees, but they are more energetic. They are naturally swaying in the wind and rain. The vigorous branches are like a stroke of wild cursive , writing the calligraphy of eternal life.
A kind of calmness, a kind of handy confidence; being able to let go, close up, dare to lean, and be able to straighten; not stick to one pattern, but also keep the same; extremely open-minded, extremely free and unrestrained.
In the ups and downs of life, we want to be a big tree. Even if we experience the changes of the four seasons and the desolation of the world, we will not be afraid of the wind and rain in the world or the vicissitudes of the world.
There is a small pond with cattails in the wind, and the lotus flowers fill the courtyard with fragrance after the rain.
In the lotus pond in the rain, the stamens are flying on the skirt, and thousands of flowers compete in beauty. Between the high green cover, there are thousands of flowers, graceful in the wind and tingling in the rain.
The pink noodles are filled with rain and spit out fragrance, and the green skirt shakes beads and sings on the water. In the wind and rain, she held her head high and smiled, dancing a "Waltz of Summer" with her waist lifted and graceful.
Lotus flowers appear in midsummer, and their fragrance comes from the flowers.
We must learn to bloom ourselves into a lotus, calm and indifferent, elegant and noble.
The willows are green and the river is level, I hear the singing on the Langjiang River
respectively in the rainy season, in the storm of lovesickness. The wind has reduced and the rain has become sparse, the willows are green, the orchid boat has not yet rushed, and my thoughts have penetrated into my bones.
Little did I know that life is like flowers and leaves, meeting and accompanying each other in one season and parting in another season; those who leave are destined to leave, and those who meet again will eventually meet again.
Zhuangzi said: One thing is exquisite enough to move people. People should always have some favorite people and things in this life. They don’t ask for possessions or companionship. Just seeing them and being happy is enough!
Times are changing, and we are in the same boat through thick and thin.
If you have something to pursue in your heart, you should ride on Kunlun and sail across the sea. Even if you cannot walk hand in hand, your youth will remain in your heart forever.
The clouds have gathered and the rain has passed, and the water is cold and sweet.
"The crystal ball is light smoky green, and the emerald cage is cold flame red." In addition to sweet, cold ice cream, and bubbly soda, watermelon is also one of the labels of summer.
Yun Shuyu crosses the river and adds water, green clothes, red jade and green melons are sweet. After experiencing the scorching heat and heavy rain, the "Qingmen Green Jade Room" becomes more green and eye-catching, and the "Liuxia Jiuyangjiang" tastes sweeter and more mellow.
As the saying goes, life is short. But, we still have sweetness, don’t we?
Lin Qingxuan said: "Qinghuan is a way of life, a way of finding oneself, and a supreme realm of life. It does not come from elsewhere, but comes from our pursuit of a calm, sparse and simple life. and love. "
On the road of the four seasons of life, there may be scorching heat in some sections and severe cold in some sections. Whether you want to pass by it or not, they are always on the road.
It is better to be more confident and smile calmly. I believe that life after the storm will be like the fruits after the rain.
Who dyes the soul when the flowers are fragrant? Who is moving forward in the wind and rain?
In midsummer, the rain turns into poetry, and poetry becomes painting. May you be as free and unrestrained as a tree in the wind or a flower in a pond, with a fragrant air.
(picture from the Internet)
