[Prose] Occasionally I get it in the rain (one chapter outside) ‖ Yang Yan

Occasionally in the rain (one chapter outside)

Yang Yan

It lasted 40 degrees of high temperatures for a few days. Yibin was famous on the national list. It finally rained this morning. Listening to the rain of dripping answers, it was ecstatic.

When the rain was a bit small, I couldn't wait to walk in the rain. A rain made the withered grass and trees gradually recovering the vitality again. Lagerstroemia flowers, triangular plums, and hibiscus flowers swayed in the wind. The crystal clear water droplets hung on the petals. The cool wind is coquettish.

The drizzle is like silk, when it is large and small, if there is nothing, walk all the way to stop, feel the long longing of the long longing, the slightly cool rain silk floats on the face with the wind, it is very pleasant. Inadvertently saw a cluster of bamboo next to the corridor, even green leaves and green leaves. When I saw the property garden workers planted a yellow bamboo knuckle, I was still muttering in such a hot weather. Can these bamboo festivals no longer live in? Intersection Due to the hot weather, I never walked for a while, but today when I saw them full of vitality and vitality, I was extremely shocking. For a long time, it moves to the transformation and sublimation of life.

Take a closer look, the bamboo cracks have long been dry, and the hollow bamboo rods have no trace of green. If there is not green leaves, it seems to be an old bamboo festival without vitality. The new branches grow from the bamboo junction, the sparse new green stretchs, the green leaves roll on the raindrops, trying to reach out their fingers and touches, and they are afraid of disturbing them. A bamboo tube has such a tenacious vitality, not afraid of the hot roots, and the new Ye Yingying. The dry bamboo contains huge power, the wind can't fall, the rain can't be faded, the indomitable, and the toughness is tough. What kind of spirit is this?

People should be like bamboo, with an open mind and flourishing. No matter what kind of environment is, they can root the soil, interpret the wonderful life of life, and strive to sublimate the value of life. The wonderful life belongs to the person who never gives up, and a hard work. Life is only glory, and the meaning of life without humiliation. Love does not help poetry "Vitality", in order to express his respect for bamboo deep:

The new buds of the dead festivals, the clear posture.

Yingying is green, and the hot summer is also An Tian.

Midsummer

The heat is like a fire, and the heat waves are rolling. It is a bit irritable at 40 degrees of high temperature every day. Thinking also seemed to be burnt by the sun and became lazy. The only thing that can be comforted is the morning time, and the cool breeze slowly comes to comfort anxiety.

Plants and flowers on earth, flowers and leaves, and comfortable. It was accidental to meet a bouquet of flowers. When my eyes fell on the heart, it seemed that the flowers were smiling, and I was happy. I believe that everything has spirit, and so is the flowers. With a smile, I bowed my head and rewarded, and there was a lingering fragrance. It seemed to smell the smell of spring water and the feeling of long -lost. The warm breath made me fall instantly. Look at it carefully, the light purple petals are slightly open, subtle and reserved, and want to say it.

Unconsciously, Tao Ran forgotten the opportunity and forgot to go quietly. He Huaer stared for a long time, as if crossing the colorful years. Those days without wind, no rain or sunny, knocking chess pieces, playing poems and cooking words, plain notes. Walking in time, rushing to a flower; collecting scattered time; chasing the longing of the longing. No need to be deliberate, there is no injury, the flowers are not affectionate. In my spare time, I also thought about the bright city of the city, the flowers bloomed, and inadvertently thought of Wang Zengqi's sentence: "I only remember the flowers blooming and not remembering people, you are in the flowers, like flowers in the wind." Are you intentionally affectionate?

Shanshui walked through, there was a gathering, different departure, and gradually drifting away. Those things in life are forgotten, remembering, and it will inevitably settle deep in memory. Gu Pan, quietly collected the scenery along the way in the long river of time, seriously experience the story of Yunyan Shu Shu, the breeze and ears, listening to the stories of time, gentle in the eyebrows, clear in the eyes, joy and freeness, gathered in the fate, in the four seasons change in the four seasons. Static years.

So, what about the death of the flowing year?

The place where you look is all beautiful, and the place where you reach out and touch is all aromatic. In the early morning of this summer, find a clear love, stay away from the hustle and bustle, and laugh, listen to the cicada, and enjoy the green shade.

A smile, a cool summer.

Source: Sichuan Provincial Local House Work Office

Author: Yang Yan (Member of the Writers Association of Yibin City, Sichuan Province, publishing a collection of prose collection "Quiet Listening Flowers")

Picture: Fang Zhi Sichuan

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