On the Yangtze River in summer, the water grass and reeds are very lush, a piece of green and oily, and the breeze blows, gently swaying, making a rustling sound. Summer cicadas have been chirping in the trees, and they seem to be unaware

On the Yangtze River in summer, the water grass and reeds are very lush, a piece of green and oily, and the breeze blows, gently swaying, making a rustling sound.

Summer cicadas have been chirping in the trees, they don't seem to know tired, they can hear their voices from morning to night, one after another.

As the sun sets, the sky seems to unfold in a beautiful picture. The main color is golden yellow, the color scheme is blue, cyan, blue indigo, orange, red, a variety of colors together, indescribable beauty, but the distant clouds rendered pink.

The blue sky and pink clouds in the distance reflect each other, and I think that no painter in this world can paint their spiritual beauty.

Standing on the edge of the river embankment, the river water kept lapping at the embankment. Close your eyes, let the wind blow, feel connected to the water, the sky, the earth, after a moment, the heart seems to be washed, happy, relaxed, relieved.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons go back and forth, feel with your heart, don't be so hurried, don't be so impatient, feel the original pure nature in the simple and repetitive life of the morning and twilight, win a transcendent state of mind in the hustle and bustle of the city, keep the heart, do not follow the waves, and repair the original bright heart.

I can't help but think of a poem: the bright moon branches are frightening, the breeze is singing cicadas in the middle of the night, the rice flowers are fragrant and say good years, and listen to the sound of frogs.

Good night #Good night #