After several days of rain, I saw lush foliage and greenery, which fell in the shade. Occasionally, there are a few clear birds singing, and the cicada singing is far away and near, which makes people feel the depth of summer.
Time passes through dust like water.
Daily life is complicated, stormy, a little noisy, a little quiet, my mood is swaying with the wind, and my mentality is tactfully low.
On the other side of life, there is always an attractive scenery and a touch of feelings. Bloom charming, fragrant and refreshing.
Although the past is lingering, despite the ups and downs, it seems calm, but in fact it is a lifestyle with static braking.
Qian Fan doesn't know what a surge is and what an undercurrent is. Even though the sound of the waves is still there, my heart is calm.
Just like life, only after years of suffering can we taste the sweetness of life.
Time is long, and the years are like water.
When people reach middle age, they are no longer chasing the wind every month. They are long past the age of worrying about giving new words, and will not deliberately please someone or something for "face".
It is often said that people who like words are obsessed with the literary spirit and aroma in the book. In fact, people who like writing not only have a reserved and introverted personality, but also have a real peace, not to avoid the noise of horses and chariots, but to plant chrysanthemums in their own hearts.
Fireworks on earth touch the hearts of ordinary people most.
A wisp of wind blew, a rain fell, and slowly progressed, and time was unconsciously pushed into a summer with romantic feelings.
The world of mortals is long and the summer is long. Between shallow and clear, there is a sudden enthusiasm. Looking at the depth of green eyes makes people happy and look forward to it; Looking at Bloom's splendid good intentions makes people look forward to it.
In this misty and rainy day, my mood is soft, tactfully moving and quiet.
There is wind blowing under the eaves, and there is fragrance in the wind, and it comes and goes in a hurry. Where does the fragrance come from and where does it go? That fragrance is like the soul of a flower, the silhouette of time and the affection of years.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."
Summer is long, every ray of sunshine passes through branches and leaves, and scattered traces fall, which is the acquaintance in the depths of bright eyes and the beauty that falls between the eyebrows.
Like people who like words, they love the lonely fragrance between books, or the warmth between the lines, or the silent and heavy companionship.
Time flies like water, and life is silent. The flowers and sunshine passing by, the Shan Ye and streams that have climbed over, always feel like poems hidden in the wind. The grass is green, the flowers are picked into rhyme, the wind is falling, the wind is surging, and the wind is full of thoughts ... every wind is swaying, smooth and fragrant.
I can't remember too many years, and I can't remember when I started to get close to flowers and plants.
Thinking of the streets and lanes, I saw the bright, fine, soft and elastic bauhinia in the distance.
Think of the porch outside the window, the fragrant and pleasant, white and flawless, delicate goose-yellow plumeria.
I also think of the past, thinking that a promise of affection will definitely become a scenery that will never fade. However, a turning distance still thinks that what was once was only once.
In one's life, there will be many encounters, both beautiful and regrettable. The so-called scenery is a way that will eventually become a thing of the past.
Every gorgeous bloom, every lush green and every wisp of red incense is a touch of fragrance nurtured by plants in leisure, and it is also the ferry of the soul supported by quiet green plants.
Think of that sentence: "Do not disgrace the mission, just look at the flowers in bloom before the court;" I have no intention of staying, and I am covered in clouds. "
The so-called sadness and sadness, the so-called indifference to the world, will disappear with the flow of time, and will also wither with the life of flowers and plants.
The breeze is warm on a sunny day, and the flowers are fragrant in the shade.
From June to June, I think of the lotus in the pond, covered with red makeup and green, and the flower shadows are reflected in the world, just like the beautiful rendering in the depths of time.
Mr. Lin Yutang once said: "A leisurely life always needs a quiet heart, a cheerful and broad-minded concept, and a mind addicted to enjoying nature."
Time flies, and time never stops. Everyone should enjoy a good life in a limited time.
Time is colorful because of memories, and time continues because of time.
There are me and words, and there are your encounters.