Summer is an evocative season, while June is even more worth looking forward to.
The June sky grew bluer, like the boundless sea. The starry sky in June, the stars are bright, the starry sky is far-reaching, and it is fascinating. In June, the fields are miserable, butterflies are flying and swallows are dancing, and wheat is ripe and apricot yellow. In June, the mountains are greener and the waters are more spiritual. June's green is more eye-catching, and the flowers are more pleasing to the eye. The scenery of June is more like a slowly unfolding landscape painting, and like a drama that gradually enters the climax, which is fascinating and yearning.
The courtyard is deep in summer, and the pomegranate is open all over the curtain. The trees are full of shade at noon, and the dream is flowing when the warblers sound.
The mood of summer unfolds in this short verse, and I seem to see it in the deep back garden, at noon, when fiery red pomegranate flowers bloom all over the branches. On a bamboo mat, a beautiful woman woke up from a shallow dream, her expression was lazy, and there were slight tear marks in the corners of her eyes, maybe a spring dream in summer was a little short, maybe she dreamed of being with her loved ones, and her heart was a little sad. When I woke up from the dream, I knew that my beloved person was not around, so I couldn't help the pain in my heart, at this time, the nasty warbler was just having fun again, and the feeling of missing it became more and more intense.
In the early summer, whispering for years, listening to the wind, quietly appreciating the flowers, relaxing the mood, chasing the wind and chasing dreams.
Half a summer flower blooms, the flower thing is not over, how much do you know about the past? Thoughts fly wildly, a thought of thousands of mountains and rivers, a thought of the end of the world.
As the world knows, only love is the saddest in this world, and only true feelings are the most rare and unforgettable. Some people in the heart more want to forget the more difficult to let go, but unfortunately the fate of the heart to extinguish the heartbreak, people go to the building hollow desolate, that kind of taste can only be silently tasted by themselves.
The prosperity of three thousand is too complicated, and I only gently pick up a flower, which is enough to smell the fragrant aroma of half summer. Weak water three thousand is too chaotic, I only take a scoop, you can feel the tenderness of your love. Red dust floating in the world, I am willing to join hands with you for a ride in the mountains, a ride for water, and a journey through wind and rain. Can?
As I watched the familiar, unfamiliar faces sail in droves, I fell deep into imaginary happiness. I also understand that everything that was once there has long been floating and fading in the long river of time has disappeared without a trace, leaving only the mutilated beauty as a tribute to the past to soothe his lonely soul.
The flying flowers of June may be a kind of lonely helplessness, but it may also be a yearning for the future and a courageous pursuit. Flowers blossom and fall is a natural form, flowers come and flow by themselves, so why should people grow and hate water and east?
The summer wind blows through the wilderness, the dandelions will fly in the sky, with one hope hovering in the sky, the laughter has passed, more is scattered to the end of the world, into the soil, rooted, until the next year's spring breeze, it is lush again.
The flying flowers of June are also a kind of scenery, which can make you realize something, maybe a little hurtful, but more of it gives people some hope, a little desire.
I looked at the shadows of the flowers that flew in the sky in June, they circled and entangled, and gradually went far with the wind, until they disappeared into sight, and I knew that they had gone to find their dreams and destinations.
June flying flowers are not autumn, it is a dream, a swaying dream, a dream with hope. June flying flowers it less autumn loneliness and sorrow, more refreshing sunshine and warmth in it. I love the feeling of watching the June flowers dancing, perhaps because I haven't lost the dream I once had.
What about you? Do you like this June flying flower as much as I do, or do you like me? If it's the same, that would be nice.