The rain kept falling, and the streets and alleys were full of dissolved water. Although it is cold to go out, there is less dust in the air, and the atmosphere on the street makes people feel clear and clean.
According to the solar terms, the Qingming season is always raining, but in Taiwan, this year's rain is particularly dense and worrying.
The melting rain in March is not silent, bright spring flowers seep out from different gaps everywhere, the bright Yangmingshan flower season has begun, and the apricot blossoms on Muzha Mountain have also bloomed in full bloom a month ago. What about in the city? If you pay attention, the same is true in the city! The natural land, the colors of spring are red and willowy, each has its own beautiful scenery, although there is no large mountain forest in the city, and the rain-stained corners of the city also have their own strange places.
Walking in the city, around the endless streets and alleys, if you know wildflowers and wild grasses, the most beautiful thing in the rain reverberation this season is the wall gap and the green grass in the red brick cracks.
The bumpy sidewalks are always paved with unstable red bricks, but the small leaves of the walls are very beautiful. Along the cracks in the wall of the façade, like a row of inlaid jade, it is such a crystal fragile thing, but small and delicate, because there is rain, quietly hanging there, the new green is clear, shining with water, the sound of the car is rattling, it is new, the rain only makes it more radiant, only a little gap in the waste, it is enough to decorate itself like that.
For a while, Taiwan was wet enough, there was too much rain, and when I talked about my mood, it was as if all the melancholy was hanging down, but the rain-stained red bricks were full of moss, the green on the wall kept climbing up, and the gaps in the tiles were written because of this, writing the flourishing, bright and quiet of another plant, that kind of crystal green, it was another kind of sunshine!
There will also be anchovies, sea sands, and lane scenery, small and gentle, such green by providence, writing traces of memory in the rain. And more is the big flower salty and abundant grass. Whether it is a deserted courtyard or a deformed land, a small park, under the sidewalk trees, it points out a wild landscape in the city, tribulus grass mustard, but the yellow pollen heart, as long as the rain rests for a while, its own dancing white butterflies flutter their small wings and sing their own little keys among the white petals.
As soon as the rain fell and fell on people's hearts, there was no choice, and the clothes drying on the balcony could not be dried. But the happiest thing is the plant, the leaf surface is a freshly washed face, called the rain to wash the new green, that is the smiling face of the plant.
After work that day, walking through the wall of the police academy in the rain, the grass under the MRT Bridge was green, and the grass color was really bright and bright, which made people's hearts bright. I walked all the way, slowly swaying past, the weeds washed by the rain for a long time, and it was very orderly, and they gathered in groups one by one. First a whole low-lying fern, then a whole piece of soy sauce grass, even the charcoal motherwort is green and shiny, and even more wonderful is that there is a densely packed water celery, the spring rain is very tender, the water is clear, and I see that my heart is quite infected. Water celery has always liked to flow in the mountains, which will make even places like Ichijing grow lush.
When I was upset by the rain, I looked down the porch at the plants washed by the rain, the plants were full of energy, in the rain, ding-dong, and the leisurely mood ticked while dangling. (Ling Fu text/photo)