Author: Summer Wind
我喜欢夏日的永昼，我喜欢在多风的黄昏独坐在傍山的阳台上。 In the small valley, the rice waves are rushing, and the beautiful rice fragrance is churning. Slowly, the brilliant clouds were purified, and the soft evening stars were in place one by one. ——Zhang Xiaofeng, "I Like"
Summer has arrived, the sun is hot, and the four fields are bright. The wind blows wheat into waves, and the cicadas are busy in summer. Lotus leaves cover the pond, and the rice dumpling leaves have been fragrant. June has entered the mango seed, pulling the days into the midsummer time in an instant.
If this summer, we must love something, I will definitely say that I love to wear a beautiful plain flower skirt, let the skirt fly in the streets. I love to go to the field to listen to the sound of frogs and smell the fragrance of rice blossoms. I also love to go deep in the mountains to find a place of tranquility and coolness.
If I had to say one of the most poetic and touching things, it would be to go to a riverbank, blow a summer evening wind, and see the sunset on the edge of the sky.
Yes, my city, yesterday the sky rarely saw the most beautiful sunset in history. Instantly also on the hot search. At that moment, I was standing on the bank of a river around the city, silent between heaven and earth, and was shocked by the beautiful picture.
The clouds in the distance had already soaked half of the sky. Like a painter, picking up a picture scroll of pink paint and smearing it freely, it is indescribably beautiful. Another example is the bride in the pink dress, blushing her cheeks, drunk in the arms of the sky, and the whole sky burns into a crimson flame.
I was in it, and it was like watching a 3D Hollywood blockbuster, like a dream, I didn't know where I was, I couldn't be myself. It seemed that he had been burned, and had drifted into the red cloud in the sky, unable to distinguish between the real and the unreal. The whole sky is gorgeous, brilliant, warm and bright!
I stood there quietly alone, watching the sunset slowly sink and fall slowly, watching it disappear calmly and calmly in the sky. It is like a tragic song that haunts the end of heaven and earth, making people feel sick to the stomach. It is like a delicate oil painting, permeated with endless poignancy, which makes people feel unfinished...
The sun sets and everything is peaceful! No impetuousness, no hustle and bustle. The world was a little gentler in an instant. Distant mountains, cooking smoke, twilight, tired birds home. The river is slightly rippling, the grass and trees are swaying, and everything is so peaceful and quiet.
At this moment, I think of the song sung by Teresa Teng, "I saw the cooking smoke rise again, and the twilight covered the earth, and I wanted to ask the smoke of the cooking, where are you going", and I couldn't help but feel a wisp of poetic nostalgia in my heart.
At this moment, the romantic picture of Ouyang Xiu's "willow tip on the moon, after dusk", floated in my mind, traveling through time and space, and feeling sad for the pair of men and women who were obsessed with love.
At this moment, I think of Tang Yin's sentence", "I know that I see the sky and the clouds, I think of the king when I walk, and I think of the king when I sit." This endless thought travels through ancient and modern time and space, and it is still so obsessive and delicate, so moving.
The evening wind that passes through the dust, passing by the lonely riverbank, blows on the face. Raising her skirt, she brushed her hair and spread through her heart, and in an instant, her mind suddenly woke up a little.
The many unspeakable joys and sorrows, the brightness and sorrow, the possessions and the losses, have now gone with the wind. Faintly hearing the crisp sound of the wind chimes, I realized that it was the joy and brightness of my heart.
Only when there is a thought in the heart will there be waiting. Only by understanding loneliness can we appreciate the profundity of love. I was thinking that the end of the sunset might be the distant place I had been dreaming of when I was young. There are my poetic dreams, and I once had a touch of girlish feelings...
"I blew the evening wind you blew, then we are not counted as hugging each other..." There is a good song in the distance, the song lingers in the ears, the air is full of thoughts and sorrows, people's emotions instantly become lonely and sad, we always like to be in other people's stories, touching ourselves.......
I like the picture of "someone is with you at dusk, someone asks you if the porridge is warm". Companionship is the longest confession of affection, and guardianship is the most silent companionship. Sunset, evening wind, moonlight, stars, if there is still you, this scene should be more romantic than the romantic sunset.
I spread my palms, trying to grasp something, but I caught the coolness of the wind blowing. I couldn't help it, tears wet my eyes. I wanted to exclaim, but I was speechless; I wanted to praise, but I couldn't find words of praise. Only with tears in it can you seem to express that feeling.
Yes, I was touched by the breadth and magic of nature! I have written about the beauty of spring flowers with soft lines of poetry, and I have also written about the cold and warmth of the world with delicate brushstrokes, but I can't write about the poignancy and magnificence of the sunset at this moment.
In the face of nature's miraculous work, people are so small and so silent, I feel that life is like a drop of ink, scattered in the rivers and lakes, without waves. I felt that life was like a clean verse, falling into the twilight, silent.
At this moment the soul has been fully enlightened, and life has awakened. There is a quiet and clear Zen in my heart. Life is only once, we all have to live affectionately, and we must make it dazzling.
I know that behind maturity, it means gradually aging. I know that after the prosperity, it heralds a slow silence. I know that the happy ending is a metaphor for the imminent hiding. I know that the parting of the pain indicates that learning to cherish the past more.
Life is like a spring flower, knowing that it will eventually wither, it blooms with all its might; life is like a sunset, knowing that it is going to fall, it will pour out all the most brilliant light.
We have come to the world, loved, warmed, brilliant, should be as transparent as the sunset. Come calmly, walk calmly. In the world, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and they come and go freely.
Watch a round of sunset, a little more understanding, a gust of evening wind, a little more sober! The sunset went and the sun went, the night went, and the dawn went.
Strange summer is deep, let us continue to write time in June, and hold a wisp of affection for the years. Life is so beautiful and so short, let us take the beginning of each day as the restart of life.
Treasure the beauty of the past, bury the past unbearable, let everything start over, everything is new, everything is like this vigorous sunrise! Live up to the time, live up to life!
你瞧，生命是多么美好啊，我们该拿什么回报人间的这份美好呢？ Then strive to be a beautiful person, in this June, with gentleness, with kindness, with clarity, with joy, with gratitude, with cherishing!