"In the middle of a light rain"
The sound of the rain is such a wonderful musical sound, she tapped on my window pane, she tapped on my ear drums, inviting me to the park.
There is not a trace of wind in the air, a slight drizzle of lonely drift down, I walked with her, together into the crisp early fall.
Luan's flowers in the branches show off: bright yellow petals, scarlet stamens, flowers, although not large, in this crisp autumn morning, in this slight drizzle, openly blooming. The ground, scattered with many, many petals. I know, Luan's vitality is very vigorous. The reason why it is exuberant is because she has taken great pains and invested a lot in it. Every year, although there are countless flowers die and wither, unable to bear fruit and grow into seeds. However, once they become seeds, they take root. Every winter, if it is not the garden workers to organize the garden, this small garden I am afraid that has long become the world of Luan, the garden has long been turned into a Luan garden.
Maidenhair fruit, heavy, shy in the turquoise leaves under the hairpin with jade pieces of the branches fell very low very low.
Crossing the road, the almond platform, empty. Only the ginkgo trees stand silently. The lively scene of the summer vacation no longer exists. At that time, a female boxer enrolled here to teach boxing. There were fifty or sixty students. There are four or five years old kindergarten students, there are about ten years old innocent and lively elementary school students, there are about fifteen years old pure flower season junior high school students, there are about eighteen years old youthful and beautiful high school students, and there are about twenty adult students who are mature and serious. Early in the morning every day, boxers and students come here, the first preparatory movements, warm-up, then collective teaching, and then group practice. With the music of the collective practice, again group training, individual counseling. Teachers are serious, scholars are serious.
The trees next to the apricot platform have become forests. Some trees are tall and thick, branches and leaves, the canopy like a huge umbrella; some trees are low and thin, sparse leaves, the canopy like a small umbrella. The essence of life is growth. No matter which kind of life, only efforts to spell out the wonderful, no laziness to wait out the splendor.
Standing on the small stone arch bridge built of alabaster, far away from the red pomegranates hanging on the branches, very beautiful and lovely. Can not help but temptation, they traveled through the grass, across the river, to the pomegranate bush forest. Because of the insects, the fallen fruits on the ground are everywhere. Many of the pomegranates hanging on the branches were also damaged by insects. It was not raining much, but the branches of the trees were full of rainwater. I wanted to pick a few pomegranates that were in good condition, so I threw away my umbrella. In the rain, I grabbed a branch and gently pulled it in front of me, and the water stored in the tree poured down like a downpour, drenching me to the skin. I picked a few big red pomegranates (not really big, not much bigger than an egg.) , wrung them down hard. The pomegranates that were high up on the branches made me jump up hard, grab the `branches, and pick them off. I picked up the plastic bag on the ground and put the seven or eight pomegranates I picked into the bag one by one. Left hand umbrella, right hand carry bags, body did not feel the cold.
On the small square, all the fitness equipment, quietly resting in the rain, lonely and lonely. There is no loud music, no square dance, no tai chi, no tai chi sword, no tai chi knife, no tai chi fan, there is no accompanied by tai chi quiet and soothing as a trickling stream of beautiful music. What you hear in your ears is only the rustling sound of the rain dripping off the leaves, and only this heavenly sound.
The newborn maple leaves are red, soft and moist, very beautiful and lovely. Some of the branches of the yew are adorned with round green fruits, and some of the flowers are still gorgeous.
The centipede river, which used to be blue and rippling, has been cut off at this moment, and there are only a few puddles of water that are either big or small. The dry and cracked riverbed is exposed under the sky, above the water. A few white waterfowl, standing still in the shallow puddles, sometimes pecking at the fish and shrimp, sometimes vibrating wings, spread wings and fly. They are also very lonely! If the water is not stored, soon, centipede river will be completely dry, no more fish and shrimp, no more snails, no more food for waterfowl, no more white and gray waterfowl, no more blue rainbows, no more vibrant life in the past. Then, this dazzling pearl, this turquoise jade belt in the north of Guwen City, will be eclipsed. Riverside Park, but also because of the lack of water and gloomy, boundless melancholy it! Park visitors, will also feel very sorry for it!
Good pity, good pity centipede river! Good pity, so poor riverfront park! With my ability, I can only silently wish you good luck!
On September 16, just after 5:00 a.m., my husband woke up and said to me, "I forgot to tell you yesterday that the river is filling up."
Before the Fourth of July, the Centipede River was once again impounded.
The mood was pleasant. For the centipede river, for the riverfront park, and for the waterfowl.
Later, I learned that the centipede river is part of the water system around the city. The water system around the city is the county government funded the construction of the people's project. One is to replenish the groundwater in the city, and the other is to provide a fitness and recreation place for everyone.
Love this fall"
Open your eyes, move to the window. Gently pull open the curtains, slowly push open the window, the breeze gently move dancing dance to me, the fall with a calm pace to me.
Outside the window, the flowers on the luan tree shook off the bright and colorful yellow coat, replaced with a warm red coat, red through green. She is no longer flamboyant, no longer unscrupulous; not blinding, not dazzling. So elegant, beautiful, warm, soft. That is the three-pronged sub-bracts, clusters, color elegant as a lady in the boudoir, dignified, virtuous, beautiful.
Walking in Riverside Park, far away, the grass is covered with a layer of water mist, like a layer of gauze covering the lawn. Bend down and look carefully, the crystal dewdrops stand on the tip of the grass, rolling in the grass leaves, hanging in the grass leaves edge, crystal clear in the sun, shiny.
Sheepish autumn rain finally went, the day put the light, the river rose. Rising river water flooded the bank of the stone, drowned the bank of the autumn grass. Days of cold temperatures drove away the river's green algae, the water is very clean, not in the turnover, not in the dirt, no longer annoying. The grass is growing like crazy. Walking along the river, the thoughts will fly up, as if to see the water beautiful grass fertilizer Mongolian grasslands.
Never knew, never noticed, the garden is actually a laurel tree. Listening to my lover said, the road north of the small garden has a few osmanthus trees, yesterday passed by smelled a strong aroma. There were a few people picking osmanthus flowers, including a man. Do not want to miss the fragrance of osmanthus, eat breakfast, then rushed to the road north of the small garden. Along the west side of the tunnel, to the north, and then to the east across the alabaster arch bridge, saw the osmanthus trees. Flowers hiding in the verdant green leaves, densely blooming. Those small yellowish flowers, not as big as lilac flowers, but the fragrance is very strong. The fragrance spreads far and wide, refreshing the heart. Unopened flower bones, only as big as a small grain of rice. Walked to the Harmony Pavilion to the south, there are still a few plants. The flowers bloom in a low key, but the fragrance is pleasant. This is the flower of Dexin.
This year, osmanthus is particularly fragrant.
Seeing this moment of fall and smelling the rich fragrance, one feels refreshed. "Osmanthus osmanthus, the fragrance of ten thousand homes." The flowing fragrant river dyed the air fragrant, people also fragrant. I carry two sleeves of flowers, wandering in the small garden fragrance path, long unwilling to leave. Back home, so, the home also began to Dan Gui fragrance.
I fell in love with this cool fall.