Rare good weather, sweeping away the haze of the previous few days.
On a rare summer afternoon, the gentle sun, a little dazzling, shines on the body and sprinkles into the heart. On a rare summer afternoon, there is a small sun—the sun washed in the summer rains.
The rare air fluttered with willows, like May snow, falling from the sky.
On a rare summer afternoon, the air is so fresh and refreshing.
It is rare to see the planes in the sky clearly, flying over the roof, and it has become within reach.
On a rare summer afternoon, the sky is no longer cloudless. Clouds of various shapes, white and pure, infinite yearning.
The rare cold wind, on a summer afternoon, is like a sea breeze, coming towards you.
Sunny days after the rain are the rarest, no rainbows, but exceptionally coordinated, beautiful nature, just a few hours to change so fast!
In this busy season, it is rare to stop your busy heart, no longer bound by the word "full", stop, look up, look at the blue sky, look at the white clouds, and enjoy the magical power given by nature.
Did you remember Grandpa Mao's sentence that "fighting with heaven, fighting with the earth, fighting with people, the fun is endless?" "Nothing, only a faint feeling- "no indifference, no ambition, no tranquility." Thin and long, long and fresh - this is the most perfect interpretation of the word "light".
On the day of not having to go to class, do what you want to do, stop, look at the footprints behind you, the whole messy mood, sink an impetuous heart, press a pressure, be quiet, and then continue on the road.
A rare summer afternoon, just think about it, look...