The whole summer

After days of drought, I didn’t expect that the rain would be one after another after autumn. Too much rain diluted the drought and the temperature in the air, and also calmed down the fidgety and busy crowd. Nature is also the air conditioner of the soul, which adjusts the seasonal changes of a person’s soul inadvertently. The whole summer is busy, just like the riverbed evaporated and dried by the heat. Even without the moisture and flow of water, it has the gentleness and touch of the wind, and these are the epitome behind the busyness. In another way, the wind told me the trace I had passed. It was not necessarily that my steps could be seen after the rain, or that I could clearly carry my footprints, but I can carve a windy mark in my heart in another way, which makes me remember the heat, anxiety and even pain of a season! What a quiet moment midnight is. There are twinkling stars in the dark sky. The night sky just washed, these stars are more bright and shining, and these are all unknown to many sleeping people. The colorful day always makes one ignore the gloss of the night, just like the simplicity and tranquility after Prosperity and decay, they return from complex taste to single, but they are like intoxicated wind, which can calm and wait for the soul, making the night of the soul as quiet as the washed night sky and carrying light. The whole summer may be spent like this. I remember the heat and dryness of every night, the story brought by the wind from distant places every night, and the occasional lightning tearing a corner of the night, I know it must be somewhere I don’t know, and the people I know are hurting, and your pain is as shocking as lightning in the dark night in my heart, which makes me sleepless again… when a summer goes far away, I pick up my withered ones, in fact, I know that those are what I have to bear. The difference of each of them tells me the same final meaning: life does not have the same superposition, life is even less likely to have the same repetition, if it is the same, it is also our temporary A kind of self-comfort or self-paralysis that you are willing to do. Walking out from this summer, I seem to see the smile of another season. This smile is sometimes an expression when you are sleeping. It opens a door at the entrance of the season, with hope, with the harvest and fruits that can only be achieved after walking, let us smile at the same time, dormant in another season, and then like hibernating animals, waiting for the coming of spring in the long winter, maybe this is just a constraint for me to give this smile, or you will give it another freedom, but those who have escaped from my sight… throughout the summer, I felt that I was a blind man walking in the daytime, and used the warmth of the night to transition the color and illusion of the daytime. Give yourself a river that can go backwards. As you know, when I go backwards along the river, time will leave me the most unforgettable reflection of this season in the water! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…