Sitting in front of the French window, watching the misty rain outside, listening to the sound of raindrops washing the eaves. That rose tea has lost its temperature at this time, but it is my favorite. The refreshing coolness is the warmest mood at any time. And the faint fragrance of tea can always make the floating and dry heart as quiet as ever, and can always make the quiet mood flutter gently with the rain, wandering between flowers and willows, carefree.
Rain is the spirit of summer. When the sun is shining, it is a floating cloud, wandering in the sky beyond the reach of dust, overlooking everything in the world of mortals. It is the cleanliness and whiteness of the clouds that make the rain transparent. The moment it flies in the air, you will smell the freshness of the sun passing through the clouds and falling irresistibly to every corner of the world of mortals.
Sometimes, I envy the freedom of clouds, but I want to be a cool rain in my bones. Put your heart in the clouds and travel with the wind, fall over the most beautiful scenery, break into petals of water, sleep soundly in the hearts of flowers, look for lost footprints in the jungle, or meet a charming encounter in the lotus pond.
I like this time best, listening to the rain, watching it, dancing my fingertips and writing about it. Rain, like a clear water, with thousands of thoughts, flows in the complicated streets and finally returns to the softest place in my heart.
Just as I was writing, a message flashed in front of me: Are you still resting? If you don't come out again, you will be derailed from society. A greeting from a friend I haven't seen for a long time is like throwing a stone on a calm lake in summer, causing a series of small splashes. Ripples are far away, but the lake can no longer be calm.
It's still raining, and the matcha fragrance has lost its flavor in an instant. People who have just been intoxicated by the rain scene hide behind the window and cry. I always thought that after crossing that shallow stream and hiding in a strange environment, I was as calm as water. However, wishful thinking is something that we can never hide. The outside world is still out of control. Does invisibility mean non-existence? If it doesn't exist, won't there be trouble?
My friend's greeting seems to come from a distant world, which is where I fled across the mountains and rivers. I thought I had put it down, why is it still dull in my heart? In a closed world, I wait for a result that I don't even know what it will be, forget what I have experienced, forget my smile, forget my pain, forget everything, but still I won't forget anything.
A chill that overflowed from the bottom of my heart gradually froze my eyes, drifting and empty. Why is life so lonely? Is it because you didn't work hard enough? Still asking too much? The answer I once sought is still unsolved in my heart.
The rain outside the window, with its unhurried rhythm, plays the notes that have been modulated in the heart, washes away the dust on earth and the sadness of flowers and plants. The acacia flowers in the rain in front of the window have withered and shrunk in the water, losing their color and being desolate. At this time, I am like a flower in the water. I have lost my color and vitality. No matter how wet the rain is, I can't go back to the branch I look up to.
Yes, I have never let myself rest so freely, and I have never let myself feel so lost at this time, an unwarranted loss. What are you doing? What do you need? I asked countless times, but I couldn't get the inner answer. I am only fascinated by lines, breaking my troubles into pieces between my fingers and expecting.
Sitting by the window, my heart fell with the rain, which aroused scenes of the past. There are too many worries and entanglements, so I will ignore the warmth of the sun, so I will frost my heart, so I will be so fixed, and I will lose myself in order to seek the peace of my ears.
Time is the sand at the fingertips. I lost my eyes in the sky and wrapped myself in chaos. Those joys and sorrows seem to have nothing to do with others, and I don't want to show myself to others. However, only you know that behind the invisible habit is a vacant heart.
Looking at the foggy world outside the window, those years of running for a living and interest are as far away as the erratic clouds at the end of the world, and they can no longer float to the window, but they are clear and close at hand. Just like the rain falling from the window on the palm of your hand, it is wet no matter how you wipe it. There will always be traces of experience, traces of clouds and traces of rain.
Perhaps, only when the sun comes out and warms up, those traces will disappear and the wet heart will slowly dry up after the rain.
My friend's head is still flashing, but I dare not read another word. The slightly blurred self in the glass is a bit strange.
Outside the window, the grapes in the pot are green and leafy, and the twigs and vines are struggling to climb in the rain, indomitable, and plants know it, let alone people. However, I am not as energetic as plants.
Maybe it's really my own fault. A person's life is as short as yesterday's flowers, and today's fragrance is exhausted. When you are still persistent and inappropriate, the change of life will change instantly. The most unbearable thing in life is waiting. When you stand still, you have lost the power to talk to life, laugh with life, and mourn with life. You also lost the power to fight your fate. At that time, you really lost everything.
At this time, my thoughts are like a drizzle, wandering in the rain, walking among flowers and green leaves, looking for the answer that may have been waiting for a long time. Perhaps, in an instant, the clouds will disperse, the rain will clear up and it will appear in front of you, as long as you still believe.
The rain has finally gone, I don't know where it went or when it will come again.
Open the heavy curtain window and look around. The drooping flowers seem to have experienced a disaster, and countless flowers have fallen. Above its head, the green leaves with their heads held high seem to have experienced a spiritual baptism, crystal clear and transparent, which can penetrate the veins and flow in stillness.
Open the window of the porch, and the fresh air comes with the smell of sunshine. Perhaps this is the power of rain.
When I think of the sky before it rained yesterday, the heaviness of the haze seems to be conceivable. At this time, after being washed away by the rain, I can only watch from a distance. When I got up in the morning, my eyes were a little hazy, and I suddenly melted into the heart-beating blue, unable to extricate myself. A melodious pigeon whistle passed overhead and drifted away, only to find that the long-lost morning sun had climbed over the clouds and shed light on the earth without stint, and the morning wind rose slightly, making the trees dance.
The sunshine after the rain drove away the haze, and the light mood that accompanied the rain yesterday seemed like a lifetime ago. At this moment, such a warm glow and such a distant blue will make any loneliness fall. Because the darkness of night is not eternal, it will always follow the sunrise in the morning, but some people are imprisoned in their own enchantment and can't see it.
There seems to be something slowly easing. A summer rain washed away the pure and moist world under the blue sky in my heart. Only when there is sunshine in the heart can people show their vitality and discover the warmth of the world. The office workers who left in a hurry, the sunset elderly who accompanied the morning exercises, the children who chased all the way, and even the noisy cicadas made people feel clear at this time. It turns out that we live in a world of sound, which is really wonderful.
Before, it was really too much sadness in my heart, which alienated the words of beauty and hope. Blindly let those stupid words and complaints pile up a seemingly beautiful mental journey, making people unwilling to wake up from their dreams. Yes, no one can walk into your dream and wake you up unless you break free from the bondage of dreams.
In life, you can lose flowers, you can get lost in the cold wind and rain, you can miss flowering time and time again to find the intersection of hope. However, when people know where people are and where they are going, they should not miss it again and become a regret in life.
Outside the window, the sun came all the way through the footsteps of wind and rain, stepping over the lush grass and wandering in the world of flowers and plants washed by rain. Seeing that all life in the world is eagerly bathed in warmth, yesterday has entered today, and there is a night of darkness in the middle. Dream and reality are the distance between turns. The sun is warm to the arm, and if you take a step forward, you will get hot all over.
"The sun came out. Hey, I'm so happy ... "A young song came from behind, pulling my free thoughts back from the end of the cloud. Looking back, it turned out that my daughter got up in the morning and brushed her teeth in the bathroom with a mouthful of white smell. She couldn't help laughing. The heavy rain these two days made her lose a lot of fun. Perhaps, in her young and pure heart, she is also looking forward to the first sunshine after the rain and the running in the sun.
Walking through the shadows between buildings, the sunshine after the rain kept falling on me. The world in my eyes suddenly narrowed into a line, but my daughter was not afraid to run in the sun. The silvery laughter made the silk thread of the sun brittle, leaving a light behind her.
This energy is very infectious. The whole world came alive with her daughter's laughter, music came with the wind, birds flew in the air, moving and quiet, as if performing a grand performance. A simple smile appeared on her face and she walked slowly, but her eyes followed the energetic figure and walked with her in the sun.
Let a beam of sunshine after rain enter the window of the heart, let it gently knock on the window of the dream, and let the misty heart wake up from the dream. No matter what kind of misty rain is sad, leave it and let its brightness accompany you all your life!