City life is full of colorful waves and strange clouds. Will the city sky become mottled because of this? At dusk after a rare heavy rain in midsummer, at this night when the blooming lanterns connect the jostling high-rise buildings with each other and make us linger a little, I look up at the sky, and I can't help but feel waves of inexplicable joy and melancholy in my heart.
It was also dusk, but Lijiang after the rain surprised and fascinated me, who has lived in the city for a long time. The mountains are green and green, washing away the smoke and dust of youth scorched by exams; the sky is deep blue, dripping with whispers to comfort young people when they encounter setbacks. The stream sang all the way, spreading freshness, freedom and happiness freely, and I couldn't help but dance for it. At night, the river and sky are one color, a breeze blows, and the cool moonlight pours down and spreads across the sky. I wonder if it will spread to the windows of my house that are closed only to exclude the heat wave and noise?
I sat at my desk at home again, preparing desperately for the upcoming "third year of junior high school". The sky outside the window, contrasted with the lingering impression of Lijiang, is really inferior. The gray smoke and clouds are like the big mouth of a crocodile, greedily and proudly devouring the already very tired blue sky. The originally intact dome seemed to be torn to pieces, like a pile of tattered copper coins scattered everywhere. In the face of the huge threat of pollution predators, those leisurely and contented clouds from Lijiang are terrified here, running south and north, running like wolves and wolves, and it is like the nightmare of people driven by money and material desires under the city sky.
Nightmare, really a nightmare. I shook my head helplessly, turned around and continued my battle to prepare for the exam. What I happened to find was Zhu Ziqing's "Moonlight over the Lotus Pond", and it happened that his "leaves and flowers seemed to have been washed in milk, and like dreams wrapped in gauze" which once fascinated me but now seem to laugh at me. sentences.