The spring rain is misty, dripping, like light smoke, like mist lightly covered, and the sky is foggy. The air was moist and fresh, with a hazy smell. Thinking of the poet's pen, "the clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the willow wind is not cold when the face is blowing." Artistic conception, I can't help but think of the quiet path, in the thin rain ethereal, there is a different interest.
So, holding an umbrella, I walked through the dense drizzle and looked for the secluded place. The rain is affectionate and lingering, welcoming you warmly in the wind. It pounces on your clothes, wets your face, is cool and moisturized, and makes people feel refreshed and comfortable. "The free flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow. "This rain in the sky will arouse people's shallow thoughts and sorrow in their hearts. But for you at this time, there is only a wisp of romantic charm.
What's more, walking in the rain, holding the rain lines, as if it is a reunion of old friends, warm and affectionate, slow and soft, pouring out the infinite tenderness in the heart. The ink-colored branches and fresh leaves on the roadside are all hung with small droplets, crystal clear, shining brightly in the rain. Among the green grass on the ground, the abundant leaves are full of vitality and abundance. The red-brick path, which has become waterlogged, glows like a mirror.
Vehicles come and go, pedestrians are sparse, and the usually lively garden is quiet at this time. The rain rustled and poured on the weeping begonias that were budding. It seems to kiss lovingly, and it seems to listen carefully, the secret of a flower. The purple-leaved plum of a tree is already a tree of flowers. The light color, in the rain like a veil, has a more indifferent meaning.
At this time, the forest is the world of birds. They frolic in the rain, chase, and fly freely. The crisp birdsong also seems to have been washed by the rain, which is more melodious and tactful. You listen to the sounds of nature, and your body and mind are pure and safe. But, continue to walk towards the silence in my heart.
But I didn't want to, and when I turned around, I met a pink flower, blooming in the rain. It is a beautiful plum, and the dry branches of winter are adorned with elegant and bright flowers. The bright color, nourished by the rain, looks fresh and beautiful. You stand in surprise among the flowers, watching the color of the branches, shining pink in the rain, all the way into your heart. The gray sky also seems to be dyed with flowers, clear and bright.
Appreciate carefully, quietly gaze, the fragrance of each flower. Look, the flowers bloom like an independent beauty, graceful, fluttering, elegant and charming. The flowers are elegant, delicate in color, and the raindrops are inlaid with delicate diamonds between the petals, each of which is dazzling and blends with the flowers, making each flower more bright and moving.
Lingering among the flowers, one tree and one branch, suddenly strayed into a romantic fairyland. It is the fairy of flowers, bathing in the rain, or the fairy of flowers, playing in the rain. This unexpected encounter makes your heart pound, as if you are separated lovers, and you will wait for a long time. You shuttle between the flowers, and the rain pulls up a curtain of dreams for you, so that you can dance with the flowers in your dreams, a beauty, and chant with the flowers, a ray of poetry. The time is quiet and beautiful, and the years are good, so it is enough to resist all kinds of sadness and unhappiness in life, so that life is calm and comfortable, and it is accompanied by beauty.
The spring breeze blew the cool rain, wetting the clothes and moistening the mood. You stand among the flowers, like one of them, and let the rain fall on you. I forgot the umbrella and the original purpose of walking in the rain. Wisps of faint fragrance linger in the air, making you indulge in the beauty of flowers. Accompanied by flowers and beauty, this is the joy of time. Write a mood, record a poetry, let us have a small happiness in the triviality and monotony of life, let us live happily and live self-sufficiently.
That quiet path, still murmuring in the willow green of the two rows, is waiting for us to meet. But you, roaming in the sea of flowers, are also enough to fill your heart. To go or not to go, the quiet interest is in the heart. Yishu said: "I feel satisfied with only letting the wind hit my face, life is still good, and living just for this sun and this wind is a good reason." "For this scene, I think this spring rain is murmuring, this flower is blooming, just for this quiet time, life is worth it, and life is meaningful. #春日生活打卡季 ##记录我的2024#