The morning light is slightly dewy, the grass is bathed in the warm sunshine, and the flowers in the bushes are nourished by the night and are rejuvenated. When the sky is light, all things have already become agile, giving the green mountains and green waters a vibrant beauty.
But I just like to stand quietly under the eaves, staring at the drizzle in the courtyard, and I don’t know when it started. This seems to have become a habit. Through the continuous raindrops, I look at the hazy mountains in the distance. Everything is blurred and unreal, but for some reason, I always give me an inexplicable sense of stability. This feeling is unknown, and I don’t know when it will pass away. Just like the mist in front of me, the emptiness and nothingness can be left in the world forever. Maybe this is my illusion.
But I have to say that being in such misty rain can make people think quietly and easily sentimental. What I like is probably a trace of tranquility in this hazy. It seems that just looking ahead stupidly, my thoughts will float away, forget everything around me, and isolate the space that belongs only to me.
This may be a trouble for many people. They are surrounded by people and things around them, occupying too much time and space, without their own space, and have no time to take care of their hobbies. If this continues, you will eventually feel tired. And this misty world is like a natural barrier that hides me in it, opening up a corner of leisure for me and stops for a moment.
The faint cloud of smoke, with a slight wetness, kissed the cheeks and came into view, drunken my heart. I have found a way to let myself rest, are you still looking for it? Or have you found it long ago?
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