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. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. 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Chengdu rainy season

This may be the rainy season often mentioned. In the south, it is lucky to encounter such an opportunity. In summer, the weather is hot and there is a period of rain every morning and evening, it will make you forget the season. Is it really summer? It is true, but because of the rain, the weather is humid, and I don’t think there are too many changes in the temperature. Chengdu is like this, with soft atmosphere and slender character. Every rainy day, the climate is just like a boat, sailing into the river gracefully and leaning up to the Earth, just like a dream. This year’s rain is very quiet, no disease, basically no thunder, no wind, you can walk in the rain with a light umbrella and see the thousands of flowers and trees washed, along the broadened tree-lined pavement, the scenes in the rain which could be easily picked were unfolded one by one, which was enough to cleanse the fireworks and dust of the soul and paste the smile on the watery face. Or move to the ancient alley, sit idle against the wooden window, watch a cup of fragrant tea on the table, cloud and mist rising, the dialect in the room is humorous, the jade plate outside the house is fragrant, rubbing the marketplace, I really feel the simple and elegant taste of the world. If you can become a land of abundance, you don’t have to say much about the demeanour of Chengdu. But only when you come there in person can you enjoy the original city charm. It is said that the buildings here are not as tall as those in Beijing, Shanghai and Shenzhen. Although in recent years, there is a suspicion of becoming fashionable, Chengdu’s appearance should never be displayed by being tall and powerful, walking through the well-proportioned tea shops on the street, what caught sight of was not only the buildings with different styles, but also the green garden. The plants were selling on the fence, competing with each other, and they did not see the delicate work of craftsmen, however, it has been collected all over the eyes, exquisite and magnificent. The day before yesterday, I came to Chengdu for a chat at my friend’s appointment. It was on the weekend and I agreed. It was less than an hour’s drive from Longquanyi’s residence to Chengdu’s friend’s place. When I went out, it was still Qingyun Gaoyang. Before I got off the bus, it was raining again. I sat on the side of the car window deliberately, when I was browsing the scenery far and near, the big and small ones came unprepared. It was drizzle and sunny, and the wind and scenery outside the window became children’s comics after a short time. They were childish and lovely. Luckily, it was not big. Ren Jingying rain dyed the tip of the hair with light velvet cheeks, and felt more comfortable with a slight coolness. Originally, my friend was going to pick me up, so he refused and dragged away with interest, after lingering with the rain for half an hour, I was still happy. My friend laughed at me. Is this the legendary drowned chicken? I sighed softly, alas, playing the piano in the rain. Unfortunately, some people were not of the same kind, so they shook hands and laughed. My friend lived in the downtown, which benefited from his elder generation. The Old Man retired, and he was still working in the city. So he followed his parents and bought a house in Longquan to let his parents live in life, it was convenient for him to do things here. During the holiday, he got together with his parents with his wife’s belt. He was safe and upright in all directions, and everyone had their own place, which was very harmonious. On the sixth floor, there was a spacious balcony. Seeing that I had a special preference for rain, my friend directly placed the wine table on the balcony. The fully enclosed floor-to-ceiling windows and curtains were wide open, which was just what I wanted. The atmosphere even came uninvited. The scene of drinking, talking happily and raining can not be cool in the high places. Looking down, the pavilions and buildings are like ants, the overbridges are flying and the trees are gloomy, and the sight stays at the crossroads, for vehicles like toys, the traffic lights open their eyes and close their eyes, which are orderly. We have too many reasons to feel numb in our daily life, but we really observe and feel it with our heart, you can find beauty and love everywhere. Look at the old man holding the child, holding an umbrella with big flowers, walking leisurely on the street. The drizzle can’t stop the amorous scenery, A couple of lovers snuggle closely with a motorcycle, occasionally turning back, looking at each other, it should be full of true feelings. The refreshing side dishes and elaborately processed sorghum wine sit outside the rainy season. We taste their clear performances carefully like the audience. The clear and cool raindrop winds Serpentine on the window lattice, gradually blurred our mood, it’s all right, I will drink wine, and also need to be a song to the rain, flowers and umbrellas, fine silk, poetic all over the sky, are wine dishes, I’m drunk to sleep and go, where is he XI today? A rain went straight to the beginning of the Hua Deng, and finally stopped. When our friend and wife were studying outside, we simply indulged ourselves. We drank a lot of wine and felt slightly drunk. Sleep? Friends naive. I shook my head. If you sleep, I will sit here. I am used to staying in the countryside and familiar with thousands of lights. The world washed by the rain was brightly lit, fresh and clear. The traffic was like a day at this time. The neon lights were flashing far and near, and the smiling faces were all under the eyes, making green tea, leaning against the wide open glass window, despite being high above, I still feel the same as the fireworks in the world and feel sleepy at all. There was still the smell of rain in the air, and the sweet and greasy never went away. I breathed the most touching beauty in the rainy season of Chengdu greedily. Looking at the breeze, I suddenly felt like a dream. In fact, this is not my CHENGDU. The hometown in the North has less rain, and the summer is the most vigorous. Now when I am in the soft Chengdu, after the rain, the past and the past come to my heart together. The Horse lights are like endless streams, touching the North and, not drunk is also drunk. The story after the rain unexpectedly continued the sentiment of homesickness. I didn’t expect to walk in memory with the speed of walking. 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