Xiaoshu: The sound of love is bursting

Author:Fragrant book Time:2022.07.06

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Text/Fragrant Book Roll

The sound of the sound of the sound of the night stunned the heavy rain all night, and the rain of Xiaoshu stopped at the time of stopping. The cool weather these days made people doubt whether it has entered autumn ahead.

After the rain, the water mist on the river permeated from a distance, and the people with an umbrella crossing the river were filled with the ferry station. Looking far away, the ripples on the water form a peculiar pattern.

Time will always move forward, near noon, the sky is clear. The complex emotions hidden behind the raindrops, such as plants with full water on the ground.

It will be found that the side of life is always alternated with the other side. The night is always alternating with the day. No matter what happens, we just need to be with our hearts.

Hidden the mood between the clouds and water, let it go together with it. Birds, insects, fish and grass, houses and islands, the sky and the river, these external things are returned by their own hearts.

From the early morning to the afternoon, a few birds' kung fu. When you open the grass, you will find that some small bugs are playing in their world with joy.

The rain and the rains are intertwined in the air with the water mist on the river. In the summer, people are dragged, denim shorts, and a white T -shirt can go out at any time, turning over some summer mountains, and now they will clean up themselves neatly at any time, always worrying about short -term.

As soon as the day is gone, the world of adults will wear a layer of veil to cover up the fatigue state of being tortured by life.

Inexplicably envy the happiness of a bird, the greenness of the woods hangs stubbornly on the branches, and the cement pavement covered with floral flowers will give birth to some pleasure in summer.

The world washed by the rain showed a blue blue. As soon as the sky was clear, the clouds climbed the sky. The clouds and clouds were drifting, like a passenger one by one in life, and only themselves came and left.

Looking at the clouds in the sky, thinking about the thoughts, thinking about those who were better to leave but left. After the death of my mother, I was shocked that the one who really loved me was one less in this world, until we faced the world alone.

Clouds change different shapes, it is to tell people what. Regarding memories, about the past, about the summer, about the summer.

Endless topics, unlimited hearts. I know that love will never wither, it is continuing. At the moment of Yuncai, I think of the mildness of my mother. In the evening, the afternoon was bright, but the sunset was stronger.

I read the poems over and over again, and I rejected over and over again. The memories of the clouds rolled up, and the people on the earth did their own way. The vehicle is dense, the high -rise buildings are standing, and the blue sky is beautiful.

No matter how the annual wheel turns, love will be popular again. The inheritance of a generation and one generation of people. I respect the busy people under the blue sky, and every time they go, they have the meaning of love.

Take your sight from the river, and cast a higher sky. Yes, the sun will rise again and again, and the shrubs will be repeated. All payments and expectations will be paid attention to the attention of love.

"It's the rainy season." The father looked at the rain curtain outside the window and began to describe the 14 -step house he lived in his childhood. The rain of the ancient city of Xiangyang was not coherent, and there were more sunny days.

When I lived in the south, sitting quietly and listening to the rain was essential every day, the rain in the south fell on the banana tree. The shaking rainwater can evoke people's mood, and my father and I have their own unique memories.

The seasonal product of the small summer season has been written countless times in the old text. The beautiful scenery of the lotus pond, the cicada sounds, the small fan shakes, the fireflies are shining, the plum is green, the corn is moving, and the hustle and bustle of all kinds of fruits.

When I came this year, I recorded the exclusive day of the time. The sky after the rain is really charming, with elegant steps in the clear blue.

Especially from the rearview mirror of the car, looking at the high -rise buildings that continue to retreat in the blue set, it will get fascinated by the summer dusk. I heard the sound of love burst in the air, and the existence of public or hidden love on the ground.

Ling Xiao was shaking on the branches of Xiaoshu, and the gecko of the corner was drawing his line map. Snails, earthworms, and egrets move in their own territory.

The seven -star ladybug lay on a leaf, and the dog's tail grass grew obese. These animals and plants related to Xiaoshu are safe in the ancient Chinese solar term.

I was quietly reflecting on my deficiencies in the sun and the moon. Inappropriate words are silent, and those who don't want to be intended are exiled.

It is the cool heat in summer, suitable for the cool mountains. The green moss of the cold mountains and stones perennially, the clouds on the top of the mountain are stunned. Returning and meditation are looking for home for this season for the body and mind.

There is a mystery in the mountains and forests in the rain. The tree -lined not only blocks the sun, but also blocks the rain. "It's raining, go back." Grandma with white hair whispered slowly. "My son works in the hospital, and I will take us the second old age when I rest."

No matter how strong the shade of the tree, the magnetic field of love cannot be blocked. The figure of this family appeared in the deep mountains of Xiaoshu, and the son talked with his father in front of him.

There are more mosquitoes, and the hottest summer is not far from entering. Xiaoshu's rain said, stopped, stopped, and Caixia printing from the mountains and the world was dyed in the world.

It really feels like "a day in the mountains, a few years in the world", and I love the length of the sight of the sight. The veil on the river was quietly fading, and it was a long time to sit everywhere in the mountains. Time is constantly, love will be there. I looked at the clouds full of clouds after the rain, and the cruise ship crossed the river slowly started. The child followed the adult from the other side of the river.

The figure on the city's asphalt road is moving, the hot sun is like the back, and the burden on the back continues the inheritance of love. The parking lot tunnel to the supermarket changed a huge public welfare advertisement. "Even if you live in the gap, remember to look up at the starry sky."

Whether in the river or the valley, you will find the beauty of life on the other side. I bought a pack of sun flowers, ready to plan under the summer summer.

Behind the house in front of the house, I circle around my life. The heavy rain last night has become the past, and the wind and rain tomorrow have not yet come.

The love of this world never withered, and I deeply loved the blue sky and white clouds and the chicken zero dogs. Hearing the sound of the sun flowers, it was emerging from the sandy land.

As I return to my heart, I always keep a sync with the world. Xiaoshu's hibiscus opened a few red expectations, and it called the sun flower to become a companion as soon as possible.

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