1 morning summer is like jade
In the early morning, from Dongpu Temple up the mountain, it was drizzling, and the leaves all over the mountain rustled. The high temperature for several days suddenly made people feel cool from the inside out.
halfway up the mountain, the rain stopped. The sun jumped out of the horizon as scheduled. I'm like a son of nature, returning to nature. On both sides of the path, there are awns, Commelina communis, wild chrysanthemums, wild apricots and Polygonum hydropiper, and dew on the leaves is shining.
in the fields under the mountain corner, the rice is blue and swaying with the wind. Birds are soaring all over Shan Ye.
I walked up to the top of the mountain in half an hour with a thick light. The morning sun was shining, the sky was golden, and a few purple clouds were dotted. The beautiful morning was really fresh and quiet. Gradually, the sky is like fire, burning, golden waves and purple waves, full of heaven and earth.
I sat on a stone, full of Zhu Bo blue waves, and the sun rose. Gradually, the sky was as clean as a mirror, and it was as bright as an aquamarine, which made people feel clean and clear.
owls are singing from the mountains.
the wind is rustling and sprouting again.
2 fragrance of grass
It's very hot outside and inside. When you open the window, hot air comes in.
Wipe your face with cold water, it will be cool for a short time, and then there will be a layer of sweat stains on your skin, and the lingering sunshine will make everyone submit to its feet.
At this time, a delicious fragrance came to my nose, fresh and hearty. What fragrance was it? I followed the fragrance and came to the window. The gardener downstairs was sweating, mowing the lawn, and the cut grass swayed from my body, making people feel a little warm and cool.
I haven't smelled the fragrance of this grass for many years.
I remember, when I was a child, I often lay on the green grass by the river in my hometown, listening to the clear river rushing and smelling the fragrance of the grass all over me. That feeling was really bathing in nature, forgetting all my troubles and pains, and I was intoxicated beyond the world.
I have never felt this kind of feeling since I lived in the city. The busyness and sadness all day have polished off the simple and unpretentious life and the light and elegant days. Now, looking down at the lawn of this community from the window, smelling the smell of grass, although not as refreshing as the grass in my hometown, it also makes me excited, recalling the purity of my childhood, fascinated by the grass growing and flying, and rising with the wind.
3 clean the green
brush away the dust.
in an instant, green becomes great beauty and a close distance.
the power of silence tells me that those small details are clear, patchwork and calm, just like the tea village is silent in the basket, and the world is quiet, while I am still in the comfort of working at my fingertips.
Fresh and tender green, on the wings of fire, is mature and complex, spinning in boiling water, playing, settling and fluctuating for a lifetime.
Moonlight night flows in the faint fragrance, winding around my whole body, clean and gentle. I enjoy the dream of the faint night, which makes people moved. I hold the hand of the tea cup, bathe the fragrance of the mountain, the sweetness of the rain and laugh at my heart.
4 picking up shells
On the beach of Moon Island, after the low tide, many people pick up shells.
They are barefoot and shirtless, holding a small shovel in their hands, carrying buckets, baskets and baskets, turning over the sand and skillfully picking up the excavated seashells.
I'm very happy, accompanied by the spinner, to join the' people picking shells'.
I took a spatula, and he took a sharpened wooden stick, dug holes in the beach, took out saber shells, clams, Marco, salt-blown shells, and occasionally dug up prawns. Soon, our keg will be full.
I don't know who drank "the tide is rising", but the shell pickers came back with buckets, baskets and baskets. I don't want to leave, but my aunt didn't know when she came. She stood on the beach in the distance and shouted, "Don't pick it up, the tide is coming." When we ran ashore, the tide rushed to the shore from all directions.
waves of sea water make waves on my feet, the breeze blows, and gulls cry in the air.
◎ Silhouette
The humidity that grew in memory suddenly stopped.
In the flame-like sunshine, the burning heat passes through the veins of my body, and my swaying eyes gradually become quiet.
For many years, I seem to be used to it. A person's shadow is printed at night, empty and concrete, and all the dark flames support the withered spring in lines of pale sentences.
at this time, be calm and face it alone. The flowers and plants in June bowed their heads and meditated. The stubborn sun, awe-inspiring enthusiasm, surging wild thriller, full of rippling height, sweating all over, the sky bleeding, and the shadow could not get out of this summer.
after waking up, a tree was reflected in the window by moonlight. I watched it until dawn, and was deeply moved, then I was immersed in the silence of the horizon.
The sky is still clear and cloudless, and the burning light is blooming everywhere. The two rows of dead elm trees in the courtyard have been sawed down and taken away by the gardeners, and the sun is swaying everywhere in the empty courtyard. Tighten the curtains, cool down on my forehead with a wet towel, and gradually fall into a dreamy mood. My ears are full of sunshine and I am silent.
Everything that is broken is waiting for a whirl of heavy rain, so that the coolness can awaken the coolness of the heart and return to the depth and vastness.
5 Morning on Ash River
Dewdrops are still sleeping, and the sun has opened its eyes with a smile from the horizon.
whose child is sitting on the bank of Ashe, holding a book, quietly and motionless. The red light in the morning sprinkled on the river and his body, and the beautiful silhouette became an unforgettable scene in the morning.
I follow the river downstream. Due to the high temperature and hot weather these days, some of the most popular grasses in spring have been scorched, and among the withered leaves, clusters of new greens are sprouting.
There is a purple shadow in the river. I picked up a stone and threw it on the river. Suddenly, a small flower appeared, and then ripples spread, and the whole morning light suddenly filled the world.
on the ridge of the field, farmers began to plow their fields. The village in the distance is surrounded by green trees, and the smoke is hazy, which is the finishing touch for this early morning scenery.
6 The sky is still blue
The sky of life is still blue.
There is a dark cloud in the northern sky, floating, looking from a distance, motionless. It is like a rock in the sea, standing tall and dignified. My wife's heart these days, like this day, a stone is on her heart, which makes her unbelievable and unbearable.
a little bug dipped into its partner's blood, and it was dizzy.
She is busy, like an angel of atonement and a bodhisattva of salvation. She perseveres and perseveres with her own courage, holding fast to the last glimmer of hope and never giving up.
Good people are safe all their lives. Looking at the blue sky, I can only pray silently. I hope this dark cloud and this reef will melt into a blue light and make life free and full of vitality.
The journey of life is still very long. No matter the living or the dead, the warm world has infinite emotions. As long as you pay, you will definitely get something back. Just like autumn comes after summer, the fruitful results will stand on the branches, bright and dazzling, full of heavy happiness.
7 courtyard scene
This is a courtyard with nearly 1, square meters, in which all kinds of flowers and trees are planted.
In the early spring, the snow on the top of the grass arches out the soil, which is the first to inform the world that spring is coming. Then, all kinds of trees are competing to stretch out their young leaves. In two days, you can see that the leaves are as big as they grow at once, and palm-sized leaves are in front of you.
There are two Daphne odora plants in the bush. They don't grow leaves, but they show young leaves of red, orange and orange. They are small and beautiful. Not to be outdone, the wild rose began to squeeze out small bones among the leaves that had not stretched for a long time. In a few days, clusters of wild roses bloomed. This wild rose covered with thorns made everyone dare not stand in front, standing half a meter away, tasting and taking pictures.
This year's weather is particularly special. Soon after the spring, the temperature is singing all the way, which makes people have to change into summer clothes. At this time, all the flowers are swaying and opening. Like people, they also bloom bright and dazzling colors early, and strongly express their lives under the guidance of the seasons.
The small courtyard is full of time in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and it is full of meditation and joy year after year as we walk through the seasons.
8 The mountain in June
Sit on the back hill and look out.
misty, the sky glowed with purple, and the wild flowers by the fields bloomed in clusters.
Gulls take off from the rocks at the foot of the mountain, and the sea makes a loud sound.
All the people around the town are laughing and people are shuttling through the market.
However, the sky was full of clouds and clouds, and I kissed the mountains slowly, and I was hovering leisurely with a bird on the top of the mountain.
looking up, full of fog, looking down, full of confusion.
I seem to have entered another world. On the mountainside, I can only listen attentively. There is a sound, which is the sea breeze, playing the strings that nobody plays, stretching across the sky.
9 Town Early in the morning
At first, the sky turned white, and the quiet town was disturbed by the early workers.
a sudden motorcycle passed by the street, and the time was very punctual. Then, it was an old man in a white vest and shorts, who ran eastward step by step with strong steps and even rhythm.
At this time, a touch of orange appeared on the gray horizon, sprinkled on the roof and the street, and the eldest sister-in-law who lived on the top floor opened the window and looked down. After a while, an old tofu king from Zhongmei Village was called as a hospital in the community, and his shouts were crisp and continuous, like a "rooster", awakening the aunts who made breakfast.
gradually, the orange on the horizon spread into a kind of fiery red, and the sky became brighter and bluer.
A few school children ran out of the gate of the community playfully, and more and more people gathered in the morning market not far away, and a new day began.
I'm standing on the platform in the morning breeze, chewing a big fruit in my mouth and holding a cup of bean juice in my hand. I stretch my head and look west from time to time. I want to catch the first early train to work in the city more than 2 kilometers away, just like the bird flying overhead, flapping its wings and flying.