This light summer, in this sense, the rain comes to the window at night. It is destined to have a beautiful night, and the drizzle will drive away the heat. At night, put a quiet and colorful seasonal fruit in the jade plate in front of you. It's raining outside the window, and there is a rustling sound. However, it still does not affect that peace, because true peace is a person's mind and inner peace. It is not interfered by the outside world and has nothing to do with anything.
Open the curtains, close the windows and open a gap. Suddenly, the sound of early morning mixed with the fragrance of rain floated into the window lattice. Listening to the frog clamoring for a pond is like holding a green lotus leaf and supporting it at the other end. Although I was drenched, I was still singing, happy and ecstatic about my contribution.
Fish are not as exaggerated as frogs. They just swim around the bottom with shallow tails. Their love is deep and restrained. You will never know the fish's heart, and you will never write it on your face. Even if the beloved person is vigorous, even if the love is unforgettable, it is still faint, silent, unobtrusive and not revealed.
I like the lotus in that pond. It is the hope of spring, reflecting the lotus flowers in the sun, and it is a different kind of fiery red, reflecting the beautiful days when people are like poems and songs. Presumably, on this rainy night, the lotus in the pool is so intoxicated. Perhaps it was a woman who came home late and strayed into the depths of the lotus pond and opened a pool of gulls. Flying around the woman's boat, wandering for a long time, refused to fly away easily.
I want to beg for a poem, written in boundless love words; I want to ask whose smile intoxicated me. I don't know the way back in the shadow of the clear water lotus. I want to keep a pool of moon shadows. I want to listen to a song "Moonlight Lotus Pond" and sing it with the piano, flute and singing.
The rainy night drips frequently, and my thoughts are opened, like dusty old wine. As soon as I opened it, I was drunk. Stay with me. I like to have a drink with him on this quiet rainy night. Piece of cake, and the wine is not picky. Whether it is new or old, the key is that the drinker is always around and never gives up. Whether it is bitter or sweet, I will always be by your side. The ups and downs don't change, first frost doesn't change, no matter what happens, that heart is firm.
Listening to the rain, listening to frogs, listening to seagulls and herons deep in the lotus pond. Sitting under the window opposite him, blocking the wind and rain out of the window, isolating the noise from the outside world, and isolating the myriad troubles in the world of mortals from the outside world. At this moment, the heart is so quiet and people are so real. Don't pretend anything, wash your face and face the sky. Clothes are loose and casual, and long hair is no longer tied in the hair rope. Pull shoes, or go barefoot. You can whisper or shout. You can sit upright or sideways. In short, you are free to eat salty food.
The person opposite is the kindest and most caring. How many years, no matter how rich or poor, no matter health diseases. Regardless of ups and downs, regardless of failure and success. Still the same, never changed, never complained, never regretted.
Listen to the rain, soft voice, like whispering in his ear. Candle fire is red, my ears are drunk, I miss a glass of wine, and I ask for love. This monsoon is swift, so let's put aside our worries and sink the past into the bottom of the river. Waiting for a drizzle to spill over the embankment, waiting for a headwind to return. I just give you this feeling faintly, let you know my heart, and my infatuation is hard to change.
Night, through thick clouds, across the sky, across the clouds. A lark passes through the clouds, even if crows and magpies lick the noise, even if there are dark clouds. However, the lark's song is still loud and clear, penetrating the clouds, the darkness, the times, the Tang and Song Dynasties, the Spring and Autumn Period, the HarmonyOS system and chaos, and the creation of heaven and earth. ...
I often think that the earth may be a grain in the mouth of a magical big bird. It fell into space, into the universe and into the position of the earth today. God sits in a big circle and looks at the human beings on the earth like locusts. He spreads out the heavens like a curtain, and spreads them out like a habitable tent.
To my surprise, our earth is so big. 49 satellites make up an earth, 58 Neptune makes up an earth, 65 Uranus makes up an earth, 830 Saturn makes up an earth, and 1300 Jupiter makes up an earth. ...
Compared with it, people are really too small. Thought of here, suddenly, the night is no longer silent. Surrounded by incomparable holiness and magic, what about me? By contrast, how insignificant I am. Looking at myself in space, I am already a speck of dust.
So, what do you care? What are you still thinking? Wide rivers and seas; Vast, mountains and mountains. We live on the earth, a big enough earth with carrying capacity, which bears selflessly, with sunshine, the warmth of moonlight, the love of mountains and rivers, and the curl of rivers and seas.
The rain drops frequently at night, and my thoughts turn a thousand times. What is Sansheng III? Compared with the eternal universe, only infatuation is immortal. This life, next life is next life, this life is next life, next life is next life. In the vast sea of people, meeting you and meeting love is purely beautiful. Ask the truth about life and ask yourself. It is no longer ethereal, no longer vague, no longer illusory, it is a real life, it is the real self.
On the case, a peach branch is particularly beautiful, red and delicate, drunk on a rainy night. But I know that in a few days, that bright color will fade and die. No one can hold it, and no one can stay. Like life and death, like the alternation of four seasons, the laws of nature cannot be changed.
Silently, fingers pluck the strings, and the coolness is at the fingertips. In the night sound given by the rain, there are birds singing in spring, the sound of the waves by the river and the wandering of misty rain. There are also lush flowers in summer; There is a bumper harvest of autumn grain; There is cold snow in winter. This is my love for you, pure and thorough.
In fact, there are many things, so don't be too demanding. A competitive heart, whether young or old, the best day is quiet, indifferent and simple. Simplify the complex and be calm. How many things, ashes, a glass of wine. Brush away impetuousness and God will be at leisure. Tracing back to the source, let the living water of life come alive, open your heart and live your true self.
Whenever and wherever, we should relive every detail of love and feel every related person or thing in life, and happiness will follow. Don't care about other people's attitudes, don't care about other people's opinions. Because the person who knows himself best is himself, his kindness will never die, his simplicity will never change, and he will show his love to the world for people. It may be meager and not worth mentioning. However, at least we did it and worked hard, so there will be no regrets.
The rain continues outside the window, and my heart is very quiet. Everyone around me is falling asleep gradually. I seem to see the earth with a pair of blurred eyes and a smile. The shallow dimples are filled with a glass of wine. I took a sip, listening to the rain at night, and slowly got drunk. ...