If love has providence
Li Jian - Li Jian
Early summer mornings are particularly lingering, cool, fresh, and the jogging time becomes leisurely and comfortable.
Willing to enjoy this rhythm of life, you can miss it happily, or you can think about nothing.
Listening to the footsteps happily tapping the ground, watching the fresh green on both sides being surpassed by me a little, the mood is like growing wings, the body quietly singing, and the beautiful morning light.
There will be people running in the morning who will pass by me in pairs, in the same direction or in the opposite direction, all exuding the upward power of life, vigorous and tenacious, and the charm is unstoppable.
Occasionally mischievous glimpses, a wild wheat plant on the side of the road waved a long ear of wheat, playing a symphony of harvest against the sun. Or a fallen leaf erected between the grasses, and the morning light caresses its veins, and you can admire the shape of the sun, the shape of the heart, brilliant, soft, shining with joy on the green grass.
The sunflowers in the corners of the wall are blooming, as if you can smell the faint smell of wheat, and in your memory, when the sunflowers bloom, the wind gently blows the wheat waves.
The wind blows wheat waves
Li Jian - Pick up the light
Sitting in a rest chair on the side of the road sat a man who was struggling to carry a huge backpack that straddled his shoulders and was about half a meter taller than his burly body. Next to the man stood a woman, carrying a delicate little bag. The woman's expression was slightly emotional, and the man's low and soft voice patiently channeled. Seeing them walking together in the direction of the station, the woman quietly extended her right arm and took the man's solid arm. Where they walked, a pair of pink morning glory flowers bloomed delicately.
This scene made my heart flutter a little.
If love has providence, when, like them, men have patience and responsibility, women know how to be timely silent, decently show weakness, just tenderness, turn into soft fingers, sweet attachment to strength.
The cool breeze stirred my long hair, listened to the magpies in the trees sing happily, and may every day of June be warm and warm, just like today.