Swinging on the swing of time, caressing the midsummer, July flowers are blooming beautifully, the breeze is accompanied by drizzle, bathing in the beauty of the season.
The summer rain brings coolness, sort out your emotions, and feel peaceful and calm. Just like Mr. Wang Zengqi said, "Life is like a gift. Don't live up to the tea, soup, and good weather."
Some people like sunny days, and some people like snowflakes flying. For me, midsummer, early morning, and light rain are the best. Enjoyable time.
Sitting by the window, the soft breeze is fragrant, cool and warm. Use a ray of emotion to describe time lightly. The years are quiet and elegant.
The sound of rain is ethereal, and my thoughts are floating in the wind, like blossoming dandelions with wings, flying to the poetic distance. Sometimes there are ripples in the inner lake, sometimes it returns to calm, or there are lingering memories, or a trace of sadness and melancholy, or the quiet time in front of you. Some of the past is lightly stained by rain and mist, and the sketches are like poems and euphemistic words.
Don’t let down the good weather, the quiet time when the rain cools off the heat, brew a cup of scented tea and enjoy the happiness of being alone.
I don’t really like black tea or green tea, but chrysanthemum is my favorite. The bright yellow chrysanthemums bloom in the tea cup , as if they are alive again. The light and graceful appearance seems to tell the story of the beauty of the past. The aroma of chrysanthemums floats on the hookah, whirling between the nostrils. Take a sip and nourish your heart. Watching the flowers resurrect in the clear and pure water, wisps of tenderness spread in my heart. I heard the song of Tsai Chin "Who is knocking on my window, who is playing the strings..."
The drizzle is as hazy as gauze, as if there is nothing there. Simply put away your umbrella and walk through the rain. The hair is smudged with moisture, refreshing and cool like mint, and penetrates into the heart. Time is silent, but it explains everything. There is no need to hold hands with beauty, no need to look for the tranquility of summer, now is the quiet summer rain and poetry.
The Chinese Sophora japonica on the roadside is tall and lush, with lush green leaves, and the rain is moist and cool. I suddenly thought of Lu You's poem "The leaves of the tall Sophora japonica trees are closing in the early shade, and the rest of the rain is clear and moist." Among the dense leaves, there are a few elegant, Sophora japonica flowers. clusters, hanging with white bells, the wind blows, scattering a rain of flowers. Stepping on the flower carpet, my heart is soft.
In the lotus pond, the lotus flowers are graceful and graceful. "The lotus leaves are round and clear, and the wind lifts them one by one." The fragrance penetrates the spleen and lungs. The lotus flowers leisurely pulled out from the mud and bloomed into beautiful clouds. It was like a wonderful sound to the ears, and the world was peaceful. The lotus is pure and elegant, emerging from the mud without being stained, and many literati have fallen in love with its character. I wish to be a hibiscus, spotless, soft at heart, quiet and fragrant.
Perhaps, raindrops make people fall in love easily. At this moment, every flower, every leaf, every plant, every tree, all enters my heart. The mist, rain, sea of flowers, and flowing clouds all make me emotional.
Lin Qingxuan said: "The joy of being an ordinary person is to find some wise fish in ordinary life every day, and to catch some beautiful fish in ordinary days."
In summer, look at the clouds in the morning and enjoy the rain at dusk. , the breeze is the companion of the bright moon, the fragrance of flowers is surging, and the greenery is green. Pick up these beautiful fish and head into the depths of the season...
