After the rain, it was the sky

"Drink a sip of plum rain fragrance" | text: plum blossoms bloom like snow

"After the rain, dragon city is in the sky."

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The days are repeated day by day. Looking up and seeing that the wall calendar on the wall was still stuck in June, I took it off and turned the page, and inadvertently found that the word "out of the plum" was written under July 15, oh, the plum rainy season in Jiangnan was unconsciously far away.

The corner of the wall is fresh moss, furry, green and clear, and there are small snails crawling slowly on it; a boat like a shoe reed, a fisherman wearing a hat and a hat fishing with a rod, leisurely and relaxed, a circle of open ink meaning; in the empty patio, the snow-white gardenia flowers, blossoming in the wind and rain year after year, blooming lonely year after year, becoming a thick thought of plum rain; patches of mold, dense water droplets that are reborn after the glass mirror wipe, are depressed and sad; pillow the sound of the rain, let go of the burden in the heart, Eat two vermilion dark purple Xianju bayberry, on a pot of Biluochun, the best water to boil tea is the log barrel under the eaves "tick, tick" and then the sky falls on the water, "yin and sunny may not be yellow plum, summer fumigation moist green moss." Urns compete for rain, and when the tea is cooked, the guests first arrive. "How beautiful!

All of the above are images in the plum rain. "Idle dreams of Jiangnan plum ripe day, night boat smell flute rain Xiao Xiao, people speak by the bridge." This is the most beautiful Gangnam in my heart. The strong longing of the rainy season is the eternal nostalgia in the heart.

The rainy season in Jiangnan is the day when the northern hibiscus blooms. Tiantian lotus leaves, turquoise into pieces, pink and white and ruddy, the twin flower veins in the breeze are delicate, like the swallows between the beams, swaying, the style of jade dew, infinite beauty, everything is just right. In the face of "countless water pendants and wind clothes", I thought of the thirty-fifth time in "Dream of the Red Chamber", Bao Yu wanted to drink the little lotus leaf lotus soup after being beaten, and the scenery was great, and the scenery was great!

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The little lotus leaf lotus soup is definitely beautiful and pleasing to the eye. Whenever I read this, I always wonder what kind of soup is this soup that makes Yi Hong Gongzi forget the pain and only remember this grinding tooth? The small lotus leaf lotus puff soup hides such a rich poetry: a petite and exquisite lotus-like dough floating on the clear and clean chicken soup, which is already elegant enough, but also put a few small round lotus leaves in the bowl, the dough is like snow, the lotus leaves are turquoise, and it is really like a very beautiful Chinese painting.

This soup not only looks good, but it can also be said to be a real delicacy. Feng Jie said that it was "just to borrow the fragrance of new lotus leaves, all with a good soup, in the end it is not interesting" - obviously it is a beautiful soup, she said that it is not interesting, who often eats it - the implication is such a exquisite dish, she Feng Sister does not take it seriously, it is clear that she is using this soup to elevate herself. I don't care what other people think, anyway, if there is a bowl of freshly made lotus leaf lotus soup resting next to me, I will take a full breath of the air soaked in the fragrance of plum rain, sweetly drunk once...

Nature likes evergreen plants, when reciting "Lotus Pond Moonlight", I want to take advantage of the moonlight to see those tender green creatures from a distance, and the lotus in the rainy season of Jiangnan must have a dream-like confusion. To be honest, my heart has long been full of worldly dust, and the laymen who are soaked by the fireworks of the world like lotus, especially the lotus in the rainy season, stems from the calm and free look of the lotus, the quiet of the bustling place. I firmly believe that in the earthly world, everything that is pure will eventually be like a lotus leaf, quietly opening the river of the years, slowly collecting tenderness and kindness into a round of coolness, and awakening the numb heart with its purity. In a person's rainy season, the fine rain needles drenched the heart, spreading out miserable resentment and regret, and also shed a lot of sighs.

Suddenly, the heart moved, and the small lotus leaf lotus soup was only suitable for enjoying in the rainy season.

In such a garden with a deep courtyard, in such a pavilion facing water and flowers, in such a lingering rainy day, if a prince invited me to simply talk about Li Shangyin and Li Qingzhao here, the background behind me was a small lotus leaf lotus soup full of Jiangnan plum rain, I could not refuse, not for people, only for this garden, this pavilion, this plum rainy day.

I can't refuse, you can't refuse, and of course I can't refuse.

After the rain, The Dragon City is the sky, the sun is very scorching, I am afraid of the heat, hiding at home to read "Love of the Fallen City", doing housework, the sound of singing Peking Opera comes from outside the window, but I don't know if the listener is a middle-aged person who loves Beijing opera like me? This year's summer in Dragon City is not very hot, the first cicada song is the taste of summer, this summer is exclusive to cicadas, so in the cicada song, in the song of "knowing the sound of summer", that dry and hot afternoon has become so hot and sensual, alive and fragrant.

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Pen name: plum blossoms like snow, words are the carrier of emotions, words and sentences can be simplified, but can not lose the connotation.

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