In the summer morning after the rain, there is no hot like the fire in the past, and there is a little coolness in the air. Strolling on the cobblestone path, walking on it, a pleasant and comfortable, but also feel not addicted, take off the shoes with your hands, walk barefoot on it is another kind of beauty, the road extends, the soles of the feet are stoned, indescribable feeling, with the toes to grasp the blue and black pebbles, itching from the center of the foot straight up ...
The bamboo forest next to the road is dense and shady, shady, and the freshly unearthed shoots are thick, hard, and straight, and the leaves of the bamboo shoots are wrapped in strong stems, full of vitality, and the summer rain trickles down bamboo, and the breeze blows, and the fragrance is in the heart and lungs.
The morning glory flowers on the grass side also come to catch a trip after the rain, red, blue, pink, overwhelmed, the fragrance of the flower drifts from the heart of the flower, with the dew of the morning rain, the petals are thick and cotton, the hands touch like tender and soft jade brocade, the pollen is stained on the hand, the flower stem is emerald green and full of rain, the flower blossoms, the flower mouth at the center of the flower shrinks and screams the morning wind, swaying posture, singing the morning song...
