The clouds are thin, the wind returns and the raindrops are thick, and the sun is fishy and earthy with every breath. Steaming and sweating, there are still beads of sweat, and the roof tiles crack and the sound of waves is generated in the canal.
Thunderstorms are common in Jiangcun in the summer, and it is rainy at dawn and clear in the evening. I don’t know how deep the waves are, but the South Lake is now level with the North Lake.
You should pour half-cooked goose yellow wine to see the new clear water and blue sky. The thunder breaks the house, the rain turns over the river, and the breeze sweeps away without realizing it.
The tail of electricity burns black clouds, and the feet of rain fly like silver threads. Hurry up and splash in the center of the pool, the slight smoke will obscure the water surface.
The wind is so angry that it is about to tear down the house, and the rain is like breaking the embankment. The lone lamp reflected in the window is extinguished, and the birds are perched on the eaves. The heat of summer is bright, and the sound of autumn is suddenly miserable.
It is said that the river has risen and everything has been cut off.