Early summer, it is not clear whether the season of the pretentiousness or the pretentiousness of the people, is a morning sweater afternoon wear short-sleeved time, but also a time to move to cold and runny nose, you are not careful, was the temperature of this early summer to cheat away the feeling of the sunrise in the morning, afternoon drizzle, will be a surprise, or perhaps an accident.
A light thunder, it's raining.
I thought, early summer rain, should also be considered expensive as oil. It is expensive, perhaps no longer because of the desire of all things in the field, all things in the world can desire to nourish, but the early summer of this trace, the rain in the precious emotions.
Early summer rain, is very disciplined, like a fluttering gentleman, wearing a green shirt, shaking a light fan, fluttering. It is not like the height of summer, the rain is always so unruly, violent and brutal, said to come, said to go, not at all quiet, not reasonable, the roughness of the mountain village mangaka.
Early summer rain, always in the morning, pattering, not late and not early, under the appearance of a bit of spring rain, but more than the spring rain some summer feeling, I should say, a bit of the embryonic power of summer.
Early summer rain, rather than on the ground, rather than, fall on the ground, this "down" word and "fall" word, sounds so have a subtle difference, in the interpretation of early summer rain, should be very clear.
Early summer rain, there is a flavor, with grass, with flowers, also with temperature, more like with enthusiasm. I have never been very fond of the city, but very much like the city of rain, everything is shrouded in the rain and fog, perhaps, the rain of early summer, it is this way, is to make the city disappear under the sky, so that the impetuous things, return to calm, return to the original, only to stay in that world pattering sound, only to stay in that world of a haze of rain and fog, only to stay in that world of the essence of quiet.
Early summer rain, so that the appearance of umbrellas, has become a sin, early summer rain, should need to feel, but my delicate body, it does not have that qualification to feel its closeness, I hesitated to hold up the umbrella, and occasionally let themselves exposed in the summer rain, the coolness of the silk, with a simple fragrance, down the cheeks, seems to be able to rinse off the dust of my spirit, rinsing out the rottenness of my soul. I thought, this is a very wonderful thing, how does nature do, so that we human beings in this season, feel the washing of the soul, feel the spirit of the holy bath.
Early summer rain, like the spring so soft end, but also like the hot summer that red pad, it should be very fair, not weak, not tender, not hot, not red hot, flat and so on, quiet, not bias who is not to whom, I think, it should be able to become a season alone.
However, early summer, how short, short to a few days, or weeks, and early summer rain, that is even more precious, short to a few hours, or a few minutes. So, to be able to feel that time in this moment, that is what a luxury thing.
There are a few small children, wearing sandals, jumping in the rain, they laugh, ignoring the reprimand of the parents next to them, they step on the rain with impunity, not caring about the soaking wet. I was a bit jealous, that was the feeling I wanted, but I couldn't reach it. I let out a bitter laugh, perhaps this is the trouble of adults, at least, at this moment, how I would like to wear sandals, and they are the same, in the rain, feel the unique wash of that summer rain. Suddenly I am annoyed by growing up and envious of being young. What makes an adult have such strange thoughts? Ha, that is the early summer rain.
Early summer rain, is green, on the ground, but also a piece of green, I thought, not only because of the green of everything in this season, reflected in it, but also because of the summer rain its unique feeling, is clear, is pure natural green.
Early summer rain, stopped, but the early summer rain, it did not end, everything seems to gradually wake up from a deep sleep, but everything is still very quiet, people in the city quietly walking, the city's car quiet line, everything in the city, calm restarted, no noise, no booming, no siren, everything seems to be too sacred because of the early summer rain, and become mute, everything All went to the sound of restlessness, are no sound of flamboyance, only to leave the world to return to the real quiet.
I don't dare to make a little noise, I always feel that the air after the rain in early summer, is so fragile, quiet and so pretentious, seems to make a little human voice, the sound of things, will break through this space, instantly broken, and become an irreversible sin.
I think, at this moment, whether you, I or he, should be shocked by this early summer after the rain, we are in the **** the same thought, to understand the true meaning of clean and quiet. Whether it is a poet, or a roughneck, at this moment, should be this early summer after the rain to wash the spirit, we are all feeling this poetic moment, our thoughts, are feeling new everything, poetic or pictorial, at this moment, cohesion.
The children playing in the water, and no longer screaming, quiet squatting at the water's edge, looking at the mirror generally look around, seems to feel for the first time, do not have to raise their heads, you can see the miles of cloudy sky. The boy will be a paper boat, gently pushed into the mirror water, the boat slowly and leisurely, in that mirror in the sky, the faint paddle, surprisingly beautiful breathtaking.
The children squatted on their knees, gently breathing, quietly staring. I want to step closer to feel this gift, but have not been able to lift the feet, only worried about the sound of the steps, disturbing the quiet sacred moment.
However, this time is still very short. The sun is impatient, extremely nasty out of the head, the water on the road to reflect its light, I think the sun is a little swollen, it is very proud, because after the rain of the earth, it is the time to shine, not only in the sky, but also the earth's radiance.
I ducked under a tree, and the raindrops dripped off the leaves and cooled me mischievously from the neck, and I was amused a little. It's amazing how these little raindrops quietly hide behind the leaves, hide from the sun, hide from the stage where they don't belong, just waiting for someone to pass by and give them a little gift, a little joy.
Early summer rain over, a few tender cicadas ringing, the summer is coming, the heat is coming, we meet the challenge is coming.
Decay, impetuous, flashy, quietly will come.
This early summer rain ah, you listen, this is how like our life's stirring melody, how like our youthful music; you see, this is how like our life of sincere color, how like our youth magnificent volume chapter; you smell, this is how like the joy of the struggle of life's sweetness, how like our youth dedication to the simplicity of the fragrance.
Life, like the early summer, short but precious, youth, like the early summer rain, vigor and expensive.
Early summer, it should be under the early summer rain, youth, it should do youthful things.
Early summer, giving it meaning is perhaps its wonderful rain, life, giving it meaning, perhaps its selfless dedication to youth.