The most charming thing is the midsummer evening breeze, when the tuberose sways under the starry sky, creating a charming scene of its own.
In a sky of indigo, the bright moon hangs high, and its light shines thousands of miles away, like a piece of high-quality silver yarn, spread lightly and softly over the vast wilderness.
From the depths of the lush green grass, the sound of gurgling water can be heard, like the tinkling of fairy music.
As I got closer, I discovered that it was a jade belt, slowly flowing in the empty and uninhabited wilderness. The fireflies flying all over the sky seemed to be amazed by the sparkling light under the moonlight. They lit up a small ball of lights and lingered, unwilling to leave.
The starlight in the sky is reflected on the Yingying water surface, and there are two star rivers in the sky and underground.
The crisp croaking of frogs slipped past my ears, and the faint scent of lotus seemed to be lingering in my nose. The sound of cicadas gradually drifted away in the breeze of summer night.
My favorite is the good summer, a little bit of wind dust, half a pond of red pink, and the beautiful scenery can be seen from the lotus leaves touching the sky.
At midnight, the moonlight was as bright as water, and the sparse and clear light from thousands of stars caressed the greenery of the garden inch by inch, and finally stayed on the jasmine branch that was about to bloom.
The evening breeze came from nowhere, bringing with it a rare coolness in the midsummer season. It swirled on the mirror-level lake surface, carefully depicting the elegant and simple blossoms in the center of the lake. After smelling the fragrance, I reluctantly left.
The silver glow of the moon casts a mysterious veil over everything in the world. Under the silver veil, there are all kinds of charms, graceful and beautiful.
The river flowing in the night, the birds hiding in their nests, and the occasional frog croaking from the distant fields, everything was quiet and peaceful.
The hourglass of time slowly flows, and the moon’s carriage also reaches the boundary of the western sky. The stars went out and the fireflies hid somewhere, but thousands of lights gradually bloomed, lighting up the world.
In the lush forest, there are towering ancient trees. The late night water vapor condenses into round and crystal clear dewdrops, sliding on the slender leaves of the green grass, and suddenly falling into the dark soil, never to be found again.
But the simple soil began to exude the fresh and pleasant aroma of green grass.
Mist rises in the forest, and the water vapor stretched by the morning wind jumps up and down, like dense rain in spring, moistening the green branches of the old trees.
On the treetop branches, unknown birds are singing gracefully, and the ethereal notes close the curtain of the night.
In the far east, the first touch of fish belly white, pink and purple haze appeared on the horizon, like a gorgeous sea, projected on the sky that should have been gray.
Finally, the sun pierced the clouds, sprayed out like a tide, and burned half of the blue sky red.
Thousands of beams of sunlight pass through the layers of branches, projecting golden mottled stars on a sea-like green grassland.
As the wind blows through the forest, the leaves rustle with joy, and the deer chirps. And the fine golden light in that area also merged into a floating golden ocean.
At noon when the flowers are fragrant, the dragonfly is tired of flying and stands on the pointed corners of the lotus, its transparent wings reflecting the color of the sky.
The round lotus leaves, as tall as a canopy, are about to cover the clear and round water surface. Under the clear and translucent water, there are a few swaying red dots. It can be seen that the playful koi are also enjoying the endless wind and moon.
The scenery of the four seasons cannot compare with the fields of lotus leaves. When the breeze comes slowly, you can smell the fragrance of lotus. The pond is full of jasmine, green, fat, red and thin.
Deep in the jasper, a melodious song floated out, beautiful and graceful. It was a girl from whose family who happened to be in her prime, sniffing the pink beauty with a smile.
The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, with hibiscus slit to both sides of the face. You can't see anyone entering the pool, but when you hear the song, you feel someone is coming.
It was a warm and slightly drunken afternoon, and I was drowsy in the clear sunshine. The room was silent except for the lingering scent of sandalwood.
There is an end game on the table under the window. The friends who played last night have agreed to play after dusk. When the evening breeze blows and the fragrance of flowers ripples in the air, I pour away the remaining tea, then take the plum blossom snow water swept away last winter, and carefully cook a cup of Longjing soup before the rain, which is clear and bright.
At this time, there was only a yellowed book placed casually on the table, being read page by page by the wind blowing into the window.
It was as if I had had a long dream, in which the world was rolling, and spring and summer passed by in front of my eyes like a horse watching flowers. I couldn't tell whether it was the past life or this life.
When I woke up, the sky was already dotted with stars, and the silvery white light shone like breath.
The tuberose under the window has bloomed bright yellow stamens, spreading its refreshing fragrance in the night.
The mood has been settled, but the person waiting has not come yet, so I can only pick up the black and white chess pieces and interpret the hundreds of unpredictable possibilities in the chess game.
But I didn’t want the soft sound of the falling stone to disturb the dim lights.
There was even more ticking in the corner, and in my mind's eye, a silver hook was already hanging on the treetop. The light, which was not bright, became dimmer.
On the moss-covered mountain road, there was a figure climbing up the stairs to keep yesterday's appointment.
It is a pity that such an elegant and romantic life can only be found in a midsummer night's dream.
Look at the bright moon and be frightened by the magpies on the other branches, and listen to the gentle breeze and the cicadas chirping in the middle of the night. Even if there are bursts of frogs in the fragrance of rice flowers, and the chaotic and calm inner lake, I still have to pick a branch of pink and white fragrance in the bright moonlight.
Even if I am so drunk in the charming summer, I forget my way home.