Sheepish rain, in July like fire, such as the old man's heart of the past has been pattering? The following is my collection of July, time is good, I hope to help you!
JulyThe sun is on fire, hot and intense, open to release its long-deposited enthusiasm. All the light and heat enveloped the earth, perhaps God's child unintentionally slipped the hands of the matchstick ignited all the passions of the season, the sky was blazing flames burning blue and pure.
The verdant green of the forests modifies the shyness of summer.
The blue sea and the golden sandy beaches, the urchins with small red bibs, bare feet, bare buttocks holding a small plastic bucket and shovel, scooping up water and digging sand to the fullest, the sea trembles with heads, everyone forgets to feel the coolness of the sea water.
This season's flowers are delicate and beautiful, half shy to cover the face of the lotus; pure and fragrant jasmine;? Summer green eyes, this flower red full of hall? The purple violet,? Simple, fragrant, pure love, romantic, a few more lovey-dovey people do not know for whom to write a few lines of poetry on a note pad.
Rumbling thunder rolls, the size of a coin raindrops, the sky like the mouth of the flood angrily venting their own cavity of grievances, a lightning bolt, split the devil and chopped the demon, cutting through the sky, the sound of the rain doused with clamor and domineering flames with the thunder faded away, push open the window, full of earthy fragrance, a place of grass green fragrance, sunlight rippling with the tip of the grass rainwater beads, crystal penetrating dazzling.
The chirping of the robin, the crickets chirping, so that the summer night quiet nature, gently through the window of the evening wind has an indescribable comfort cool, sweet lovers in the street lamps stroll, in the flower beds beside the whisper. The playground side of the willow, quiet, cool, a pool of water, in the moonlight flooded with cool sparkling white light.
July is a blazing fire, July is a romantic love song, July has some spontaneity, July has countless happy, July has too many memories, carrying the naive broken dreams of the child, those years always fantasize about when you can eat watermelon full. These years, always with a round beer belly, eating barbecue, will be a cup of beer crazy into the stomach, and then loudly burp, and then drink a cup?
Tonight the evening wind is fine, tonight not drunk.
Lying quietly in the mountains under the shade of the forest, listening to the sound of the mountain spring water, looking at the cattle leisurely in the mountains chewing grass, hand holding this algebra textbook, look bored blowing will be flute, this is the middle school years of the summer years, when I always thought that when I grow up, I have to get out of the mountains to go to the city to live, and now I always miss the years under the shade of the forest rolling around.
Sweat the heroic struggle, never stop climbing pursuit, so that all the youthful passion and sweat in this season to release, this season belongs to the young generation, like being shaken violently after opening the cap of the bottle of bottled Sprite. Transparent sweat and unspeakable comfort, better than that stifled, sticky like out of the non-out of the feeling, after the sweat to enjoy the charming seawater beach, hard work to reap the benefits of the income is called life, cool heart fly, is the mood, is the pursuit of, not peace and quiet self-comfort.
The large sandy watermelon, sweet and sour grapes, flaming melon flesh, but cool and quench the thirst, the appearance is not beautiful grapes, but sweet and sour.
Perhaps the watermelon is suitable for this season, and the watermelon in the greenhouse has a good name, but it always tastes like this flavor.
Like July's exuberance, like July's unreserved honesty, more like July which is the hottest pure.
July, is all the story of the appointment?
A touch of green, ultimately difficult to entangle the sound of rain, messy hometown years. Just, if the rain in July, the shallow idea of injury, back to the time, the good years.
The sky in July, still the same blue, no coincidence, in the summer afternoon, a rain bar fondness growth, or the sound of rain resounded all night at the end of the city.
Hua Nian, accompanied by the flow of light, the growth of innocent dreams, such as the feelings of the ancient well, ripples, still sporadic past. The years as sand, fine fingertips, in time into a rough cocoon surface, like the eyes of the wind, look off the world of ghosts.
If the rain in July, the delicate warmth, warm airflow and wind, as if a dream of breaking the season's watch. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it. In the twilight of a sunset, hand brush the strings, will be a curly and warm notes, and as if to regain and up.
The sound of rain, through the red dust, roaming through the end of the years, with an inexplicable gesture, pouring a lifetime of tenderness.
Once thought, in this silent July, can not have the smile of the flowers, I would like to collect the sound of the rain, cut off the watch of the current year, to a kind of sentiment belonging to the end of summer, look at the time, silent thoughts of the hometown of wandering, has become a wound. The only thing is that the summer is thick, the residual is still fragmented past.
That a red leaves according to the evening wind, through the wall, the achievement of the wind's tenderness, too much reluctance, too much attachment, only in the moment of departure, residual space and time, in the eyes of the wind into thousands of sadness.
The cold streets, pedestrians are sparse point, just this scratch on the years of soot on the green stone, in such a season, it seems depressed, the residual pain hidden in the arms of the rain, just do not want to let people see, he shed tears in the eyes of the world changes, look at the happy and angry years.
If the rain in July, in the summer night, a cup of tea, a piece of paper, the trivial years of writing. If the bridge at the end of the rose kissed the water flow, the slender touch, but also had the time to hold enough.
Smoke oblique fog horizontal, the most lingering afternoon, drifting with the wind, whisking the sleeve to see, the end of the cloud, there is rain pouring, dappled hometown sadness. After the rain, the southern sky, began to clear, just rain swallows murmur, cold clear hometown Hua Nian, or, in a rainy dusk, a train sped past, cutting through the silent sky, residual depression. Just, July fire, summer flower dream fall, but who has ever thought of the delicate gentle, as in the beginning!
If the rain in July, in the quiet time, will be bright into a smile, pouring a section on the rain of sadness, such as if the fall of China withered, is already withered in the late fall.
Years like poetry, line in the end of the summer, if the rain in July, only the idea of time is good.
I don't know when, and words reached an unwritten agreement, at least, to write a text related to each month. If the letter is lost, the heart will always feel that there is a matter of unresolved, heart, guilt and apprehension.
July, has been half. The boat of time, floating between, another year of light time gradually far away. If the twilight color is magnificent, in a flash, then, into the deep bottom of the sea.
This summer, it is difficult to have a cool. The breeze is brisk, cool like the depth of the fall. The wind, extremely extremely soft. The rain, like the parting lover, yi yi lingering.
Sunshine, a change in previous years, enthusiastic character, adding a few points of reserve and elegance. Even in the afternoon, there will not be into the steamer-like sweat drenched difficult. The clouds are no longer white and soft. Thin light, gray, occasionally, or dark clouds. The sun, like a beauty from ancient times, from time to time, half cover the face.
Early, spontaneous, leisurely, strolling in the depths of the green paths, silk wind, with wisps of flowers and grasses, wrapped with broken dewdrops of wet, clear heart and lungs, cozy and clear, let a person's heart and mind. Hair, train, green face, Lotus Pavilion, birds singing cicadas, frogs fall, as in the wonderland of the wonderful.
If, in the afternoon, fortunate enough to encounter a drizzle from the sky, through the misty rain, the mountain longing, the water is vast, people sparse, the breeze whisks the sleeve, according to the window to enjoy the scenery, the heart, and will give birth to a leaf of how poetic soft sentiment!
Twilight, the neighborhood square, singing and dancing. The big women are sweating, intoxicated in the rhythmic and rhythmic square dance. Suddenly thought, recently, the TV broadcast Chinese big moms to square dance out of the country. Chinese amazons dancing in the square in New York, due to play recordings too loud, was the second warning by the police after the handcuffs were taken away from the report. Heartfelt admiration for the love and persistence of Chinese amazons to square dance, can not help but cross their thumbs, hard to point a praise. In recent years, the popularity of square dance wind blowing dark, from the poetic Jiangnan scroll to the northern glaciers, from the hustle and bustle of the city to the countryside with beautiful scenery. As long as you are willing to go out of the house, the streets, alleys, fields, headlands, a piece, a pile of piles, a team, a group of flamboyant, elegant and beautiful Chinese women, almost crazy twist no longer slim waist, the momentum of the pouring, such as rows of seas and oceans, like a raging wave.
Unable to withstand the encouragement of friends, that day, the rhythmic feet of the sunset, I also joined the ranks of the square dance. Despite the patience of my friends, I still don't know what I'm doing, I'm too busy. I was too busy to move my hands. I forgot to move my feet, and I was embarrassed and overwhelmed. The dance seems to be simple and easy to learn, but it is as difficult as hell for me. Left and right swing, just can not step on the rhythm. Watching my friends rotate as lightly as a flying swallow, I was envious in my heart. The first time I saw this, I was able to get a good dancer, and I was not able to dance that charming dance, so I had to go back and forth.
More and more lazy me, more and more like a secluded house life. A person, house in a corner enough quiet enough lonely room, lazy leaning on the soft sofa, curry coffee table, a cup of white water, or curling smoke or thin cool transparent; a book, resting on the hand, or ink fragrance dense or Chen incense yellow. Occasionally, squinting, seemingly sleepy, a few points of love, a few points of disorientation; occasionally, tilting his head, his eyes over the sliding glass door on the hazy swaying bamboo shadow of the gap, fell on the balcony that a strain of green and colorful flowers and plants in the fullest sense of the word. This time, the soft heart, will be dense as ripples of surprise and happiness of the branches, blossoming flowers.
I don't know from when, or is no reason, suddenly, there is no previous that can not wait to write the desire.
I think, last year or the year before, or even farther, is the year before the year before. Also, this July day, just, then the July day, should be a different story, hot sun, the earth is like an iron furnace, hot sunlight inadvertently fell on the body, the skin will have smoldering pain and burnt fur flavor.
At noon, people early to hide in the comfort of the air-conditioned room. Lying on a cool and comfortable bamboo mat, or staring at the phone screen without looking at the eyes or sleep to the invitation of the Lord of the Week. It is also the time to enjoy the sweetness and joy of life, I, but a person stupidly stayed in the store without air conditioning, in front of the computer, in the gurgling flow of the melody, full attention to knock out a dense warm square. On the street, bits and pieces of people walking through the road, more umbrellas to cover the road, bits and pieces of people walking through the road, more umbrellas to cover the flaming red cheeks, walking in a hurry. Around the floor fan rotating night and day, exhausted tugging at the hoarse voice issued a sound protest, around the axis of the fan constantly rotating fan leaves, issued a silk yellow halo, the scorching heat came, these, but can not in the least affect my deduction of the enthusiasm of the keyboard, accompanied by the gurgling flow of the melody, the thoughts have, such as meandering stretch of green, around the finger to keep the aroma.
Now, think about it, doubtful, then how I would have so high want to write the passion and desire, almost three or four days will have a new work of labor and delivery. Just want to write, is from the heart `want to write! It feels like there are many, many things to write about. The people around me, the things I see and hear, as well as the messy moods and feelings, all endowed with the pen, prostrate on the plain paper. That also cares about the sweat, mosquito bites. The netizens play: high-yield writers.
Or because I am a person who does things without end, or mood, for no reason, lost the idea of writing. A lot of times, obviously, the heart already has a draft, but the delay does not want to pen, drag and drag, no end. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product.
Still, the bright moon at that time, the sky at that time. The time of passing through the small town seems to be very high, I always disdain, shadow-like flash, there is no trace. I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I'm sure it's a good idea to look back and see what's going on. The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me to go back to the office.
Light, passed away; Chinese years, has been old. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it. One, two, three, four, five, it is too late to export, the road of life, vaguely, visible end. Woe! Sigh!
There is no one can tell me, where to go to pull out the culprit who plundered my time? Where to pick up those left behind in the old time memories?
People live in a state of mind. Have a good state of mind, more need to have a good mood to pave the way. Good mood? Good mood can indeed have, but, to determine the conditions of good mood is very little. Mediocrity, right? Perhaps. Think about yourself is supposed to be happy and happy enough. Just moved into a new home, one hundred and ten square feet, although the decoration is simple, but is simple and bright, pleasing to the eye. Healthy husband, after marriage and mother-in-law get along with the mother and daughter of the good girl, the young couple respect each other, son this year, although the list, but this small nagging, but not enough to affect my whole mood.
That day, a senile old man came to the store to buy lamps, hale and hearty, red-faced, not, heart admiration. The most shaking my soul is not his health and longevity, and he is optimistic and open-minded. He said, to biological point of view of life, his current age just belongs to the sun at noon. He called me a young man and said that I was the sun in the morning and that it was a good time to be alive. I was dumbfounded and slightly enlightened.
Life in the world does not mean seven eight nine, destined to have a lot of trouble. Life, we will always encounter some like or dislike of people and things, no matter how good or bad, encounter are destiny. Some people, destined to be a guest, such as sliding through the eyes of the scenery, no matter how to stay; some things, destined to be experienced, such as a shallow trace, no matter how painful.
Life, there are joys and sorrows, there are gains and losses, there are bitter and sad, but all of this is not all of life. And then the beautiful blossoms, and then the beautiful scenery, as well as having a light and simple mind. Smart people, know how to give and take, carry too much, will always bend down the waist; the heart is too full, will be far away from happy happy. Have a plain and simple state of mind, is the spring flowers, traveling clouds and water. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The birth of the easy, live hard. Life all the way, wind a course of rain a course, bitter a pain a, changing scenery, glittering flow of time, to have to have a know how to appreciate the mood of the scenery. Time is running out, the years wasted, through the vicissitudes of life, the heart, still clarified transparent, where there is no scenery?
Life as a river, will not always be calm, occasionally ripples point, like the mood of disorientation. Learn to use the Buddha's heart Zen comprehension of life, inch Yin if the years, meditation view of the world, do the most real self, watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, diffuse with the sky outside the cloud roll Shu, live out of their own real wonderful.
You can't be good, but you absolutely have to be happy and happy yourself. Live for yourself, know how to live well, treat yourself well, remember never to please anyone, do not want to please anyone to change themselves; to understand that I belong to the world, the world will never belong to me, so be sure to work hard, be the most true and most beautiful and happy yourself.
July, lush green, July, the lotus is colorful.
Do a bloom in July fresh and elegant and the world of the lotus flower, it is clear and fragrant, blue water to cleanse the heart, show yourself? Scorching lotus Rui, Pavilion out of the water?
Do an open earthly secluded lotus flower, strong, pure and beautiful, from the clear spirit? The lotus flower is strong, pure and beautiful, and the spirit is clear.