Recently watching "Sound Rhythm Enlightenment" is a bit of a magic. Sentence by sentence, sentence by sentence is a scene, in such a dry and hot summer, like a breeze blowing into the heart, the breeze is not dry.
Heaven and earth, day by day.
Early in the morning, you may wish to look up at the sky, a clear, vast and boundless, maybe there is a naughty cloud to greet you, the sun appears in the sky a touch of red, this is the sun to tell you, today is another good weather, please keep a good mood.
Half of the stream is green, and a thousand trees fall red.
Clear and shallow stream, clear and turquoise, hiding in the green tree jungle, a moment can see, see it flowing through the big boulder, but also mischievously splashed a few splashes, do not wait for the cobblestone's anger, quickly fled; Stay at the bend for a while, swirling around for a long time, like a child who leaves home, not giving up the warmth of home; After a while he simply hid, disappeared, and after some rain, quietly told you, "I'm here again." ”
Spring has gone, a thousand trees have fallen red, what a thrilling farewell. Thousands of flowers, one after another, a colorful rain of flowers, with the wind, swirling in the air, playing, and then as if agreed, fell in unison. Like a kind mother, she opened her heart to welcome the returning wanderer. Turquoise grass, colorful falling red, the most beautiful in the world is just that.
Wild swallows wear willow rain, and Fangchi fish play with the lotus wind.
Seeing this sentence, what instantly appeared in front of my eyes was "spring tide with rain and late arrival, wild ferry no one boat self-crossing", so comfortable, so leisurely. In the deserted wilderness, after a torrential rain, the creek was instantly awakened, and angrily played with the boat. In the drizzle, the willow stretched out its long arm and gently soothed the lovely water child, and the light swallow skimmed the water, passed through the willow, and flew towards hope.
The water for eating sugar is full, like a mirror, those lotus flowers that bloom quietly, and a little shy? The little fish sneaked out from under the lotus leaf to see the lively world. Two, ten hundred fish came, shuttling between the lotus leaves, daringly jumping out of the water, making a beautiful flip in the air, and then gleefully diving into the water.
The wisdom of the ancients, the charm of language, who can resist it? This summer, with the accompaniment of sound rhythm, there is a wonderful difference from previous summers!
