After the new rain
Text/Pilgrim
Early in the morning, the sound of the pouring rain woke me up.
I was a little excited, and the poem immediately came to mind in my mind: "Dawn comes a rain to wash the dust marks, and the thick green yin can be a garden." There was nothing in the sound of swallows, and they walked out of the fence alone through the moss. So, Ma Li got up, washed up, and prepared to go to the rain and enjoy the baptism of joy.
It was still too late, and when I went out, the rain stopped, and the sun shone strongly through the thin clouds on the land after the rain. A little disappointed, but still walked to the South-to-North Water Diversion Canal Park. There were not many people in the park, walking in pairs and giggling. The air was fresh, there was a clear smell of grass, I couldn't help but open my mouth and breathe hard, it was too comfortable, the air did not have a little dust, as if it had been cleaned, very fresh and moist.
Walking on the forest path, the grass, flowers and trees are so new, oily green. Each of the needles of the cedar is hung with crystal clear water droplets, shining like crystals under the sun's illumination. The photography is not to be missed, the grass, flowers and trees are my model, and the leaves are spotless. Looking to the left, there is a large forest of hawthorn trees, the trees are full of fruit, and they are still green, one by one, which is very spectacular. On the right is a peach forest, peaches are pressed to bend the branches, peaches do not know what kind, so far has not matured, still furry, still trying to grow. Look at the soap horn tree on the side of the trail, hanging a lot of green soap horns, very large, shaped like beans. On the trunk of the soap horn tree, a lot of snails climbed, slowly moving towards the tree, snails are large and small, small are the size of green beans, large enough to be as big as hawthorn fruits, no matter how big or small, they are trying to move forward.
The green grass and leaves, the tired hawthorns and peaches, and the snails and fresh air that moved toward the goal touched me, inspired me, and the poetry came. I loudly chanted the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei's "Mountain Residence Autumn Breeze": After the new rain on the empty mountain, the weather came late in autumn. Bright moon pine light, clear spring stone upstream. The bamboo hustle and bustle returned to the raccoon girl, and the lotus moved down the fishing boat. Feel free to rest in the spring, and Wang Sun can stay for himself.
So beautiful, Canal Park after the fresh rain.
