In the storm variations

In the storm variations

The sea anemones came, and the strong wind and heavy rain made the city both surprised and shivered. All creatures who have been hungry for more than twenty days can’t wait to open all their nerves, suck the nectar with ocean flavor, and the trees are swaying in panic, the noise like the tide hit the window like a cicada. Standing in front of the window, I was really afraid that the thin cicada wings would be broken ruthlessly. Rainwater slips along the glass, one after another, meticulously drawing the trend of mountains and rivers, and finally returning to the fuzzy end, where is a chaotic yearning. There was a gust of wind passing by with a whistle. There seemed to be giant footsteps on the roof, and the canopy on the window was rattled. Suddenly, it was dark inside and outside the house, and the power went out. There was no TV or computer to surf the Internet all of a sudden, which made me uncomfortable, helpless and bored. I didn’t know how to spend the night when the power went out? Exploration and climbed into bed, never at night more than 9 on safe in bed. With my eyes open, I listened quietly to the rain that exploded outside. Zeng, walking in the rain, stepped on her songs. Zeng, standing in front of the window with her songs, did not lie quietly like today, listening to the world of rain one meter away. There was a gentle breeze and drizzle squeezing in from the window screen, gently brushing my face, and then leaving happily. Cool, quiet, such a summer night suddenly so relaxed, so simple, the rain wiped the silent soul so clean, a trace of real beauty was summoned by oil deep in my heart, just like a clear spring in the mountain stream, besides the temptation of prosperity, the poem of flowing years is written in the moonlight. We talked softly and heard the breath of each other. How many days have we not reviewed the long-lost past? Long-lost love story how many days have we not burnt our lips? Thinking of the moment we first met, you were dressed in golden sunshine, holding a slender bamboo pole in your hand, driving a group of white and fat geese, passing by the uneven path in front of my door, I was surprised, I was flustered, I can’t get back the eyes I followed all the way. The bamboo forest smiled behind me. The wind pulled my sleeves. I shook my mind. A piece of Red Cloud flew out of the window. What left in my heart was a beating deer. I look forward to bringing people to the dreamlike land, meeting people who are bound to my heart, and writing a poem together there. Our footprints were everywhere on the ridge of the field in May. The wheat was rolling over the golden waves one by one, and bundles of rape were put down by farmers in the field. When the birds are happy and the setting sun is beautiful, we carry a simple fishing rod to draw many bright red prawns in the ravines. When the bamboo basket is full, you took my hand and walked on the narrow ridge one after another. The sun was gone, and what sent us back was a shy moon. Using youth as bait, we fish to love and happiness. The country wind smells of grass and dogs bark. We fled very fast, but we were shocked by the beautiful dreams of those chickens and ducks in the animal circle set up by broken bricks, which caused them a stir, protesting secretly, we sent laughter to the moon. Love cannot be separated from the combination of nature. We are also walking grass or flowers on the earth. We suck the natural sunshine and air greedily and thrive. No childhood sweetheart, but love at first sight. Who says love at first sight cannot last long? Begonia did not rain, pear flowers snow first, half spring break, half still. But Acacia is only on clove branch, cardamom tip. After passing the old locust tree, I walked to the edge of the stream and learned that the village girl carried a basket of clothes to the Riverside for washing. The familiar greydog followed all the way and shook its big tail from time to time, humph happily. With the clothes of my beloved in my left hand, I fiddled with the water and patted it gently with a stick in my right hand, catching up with the concert of frogs and crickets, while you were not far away, throw the moving water drops to me, touching a pool of Quiet Stars. There was no empty countryside in the sky of the city. In the plain or ups and downs, we couldn’t hear the collision of passion, but when I shook off the wrinkled clothes with my hands on the balcony, you will exclaim loudly, calling me to pull out the shiny white hair in front of your temples. You look at the white hair in your palm and blow it out of the window, and then we still look young, walking in the deepest and deepest world of mortals, I don’t know how long the road behind is? I only know that I will grow old. The storm is still going on. In the waves of wind and rain, we can hear each other’s heartbeats and breath. The romance of spring flowers and autumn moon is accidentally put on our faces, the bell of changing seasons opened the scene of the beautiful beginning. I suddenly felt that tonight’s sea anemones were like Tchaikovsky’s Violin Concerto in D major. In the broad wilderness, youth, life and nature mingled with the broadness and softness of the soul. We walked in such a main melody, however, it naturally and harmoniously played a gorgeous variation. Like a Song, the board is fresh.

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