Frogs last night

After moving home, this summer will be different. A few thick poplar trees in front of the door are straight and straight, and the thick leaves will sing in the breeze. Several osmanthus trees are graceful and graceful, and there are also green waves of loofah climbing, gradually it overflowed the stainless steel welded Wall. Although the sun was as hot as fire, the whole courtyard felt the delightful coolness faintly. This is a real village with original style and original flavor. There are many orchards in front of the house and behind the house, with lotus leaves inserted in the pond. I seemed to have imagined such a scene a long time ago, but now it has come true, but why is the pretended calm? But it is indeed transparent and comfortable. You will feel that breathing is relaxing and natural, and your body and mind are light and healthy. The perennial city life makes us seldom care about the numerous things outside the city. Work, study and life all follow a fixed pattern. The reinforced concrete structure and artificial scenery make us like some kind of props, day after day, year after year, playing a single role, occasionally recalling, you will find that we have already forgotten which one is the real self. At this time, we often imagine and assume in no one’s place, and it would be better if what happened, if at that time…. Ah…! No one will take the initiative to put his mind on the table and let others comment. It is rare to have no scruple after drinking. After drinking, he will be drunk, regret and chagrin will act together, refuting himself completely. The word “tired” is not popular now, but after careful consideration, it still expresses completely. On the spacious terrace, there are two rattan chairs and a small rattan table, behind which are the windows and doors of the floor. The curtain is neat and the color is plain. In fact, I don’t like drinking tea, either drinking or boiling water. It doesn’t fit well with such an elegant place. It usually matches meat and vegetables, the wine smells fragrant, and I still don’t forget the cigarette between my fingers, in the daze of drunk eyes, seeing the moon hanging quietly on the branches of the big poplar outside the door, the clear glow of the moon was like a poem with feathers, like breeze and drizzle, which swept me away. This may be the simplest life, guarding the parents, the fragments of life for decades, the daily necessities and daily routines. My father once said that life was thicker than tree leaves. My father, who had said such a classic language, is now very like me in those years, dull, empty-minded and straight-looking. My father is a sequela of cerebral infarction and kind dementia, I had to open my mouth after eating three meals a day. Instead, I had always listened to his words, pointing at family chores endlessly and quickly grew into an expert in living. The moon’s eyes were still wide open when the taste of wine was pouring over the head gradually. At that time, you could hear the sound of frogs coming from the deep pond behind the house, which was long and short, simple and thin. How long haven’t I heard frog singing? I can trace my memory back to my childhood. On a quiet summer night, I couldn’t hear the noise of traffic. I sat back lazily, only the wind blew around, and the leaves moaned gently, several dozens of frogs of Erer played music alternately, immersed in it, the annoyance and anxiety all over the sky seemed to fade slowly, and the heart was clear. We need a kind of peace, which is a cultural realm. The worries troubled by the daytime blossom at will at night. In the daytime, there is a burning flame, and at night, maybe it is just the fragrance of Magnolia under the moonlight. The city lights can be seen in the distance. I know there is a flourishing floating pool. I can imagine those enchanting scenery and spare no effort to play the strings of the world. I can smell how many flowers of purple and red. In this hot season, I can be bold and unrestrained. In the past, I can pick up the red and green lights about myself many years ago, but tonight is different, white clothes and white shirts, tonight, I have a refreshing pleasure, not the short stimulation last night, but the pure pleasure of flowing water. The wine is sorghum wine, which is brewed from pure grain of more than 50 degrees. The water is ancient well water, which can be tasted until the rainy season. I am not the former me, just like the leisurely farmer in the countryside. The night breeze is cool, and the summer night is a little calm and heavy. I have to go to sleep with the music of insects, either awake or not…. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. 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