Greater Heat, bamboo forest listens to the rain, Xia Zhengnong

The green color of summer listens to the sound of rain, and the green bamboo is swaying and blowing the breeze.

In the dark place of the path stream, the bamboo forest enters the mountain sky.

Bamboo grows three inches from the soil, and its belly is high with an open mind.

The drizzle rustled and the rain stopped dripping endlessly.

It's a hot summer, and there are clouds and rain a lot of the time. At this time, people quietly hide in the bamboo forest to listen to the rain. Listen to the rain and enjoy the bamboo, I feel that the distance between you and me is close at hand, but also do not have a lasting appeal.

The rain was lingering, danced gently by the wind, gently knocked on the bamboo leaves, quietly kissed my face, and then quietly slid to the ground.

The rustling sound of the rain gently beating on the bamboo leaves is like reciting a poem full of affection and rhythm, sometimes soothing and sometimes hasty. 749218 American Web site

Bamboo leaves raised their faces happily and felt the tenderness and coolness of the rain with me. The soft rain and fog condensed into crystal drops of water, rolling silently on the bamboo leaves, quietly flowing into my heart.

I quietly close my eyes, indulge in the rain and fog of the bamboo forest, a sad sound sounded from the depths of my heart, that soft sobbing note, flowing through the rain curtain full of attachment and melancholy.

So silently depending on you, in Rain Water's tenderness, watching the green bamboo forest in the smoke, gentle rain, continuous songs. Let me feel a unique serenity, serenity, cozy.

Bamboo forest is full of vigor and vitality under the moisture of rain. The rain makes me feel gentle, lingering, diffuse, hazy, vaguely, endless.

Listen, I can't help but integrate my body and mind with this bamboo forest in the rain, so harmonious, so perfect, I feel that I am a translucent raindrop, a grass, a vegetarian flower in this bamboo forest.

At this time, the swaying bamboo rustling whispers, blending with me a true feeling that I haven't seen for a long time.

The rain is falling, beating, purifying my heart, filtering my feelings, making me forget the sadness of the past and abandon the confusion of the past.

Rain Water is pure, as pure as my tears. I can't see myself clearly in my own tears. Too much thought, too much suffering, too much confusion, too much melancholy. Can only fly in the rain, let the rain wash my soul

I love the bamboo forest, I love the fog, and I prefer to listen to the sound of rain from the sounds of nature in this bamboo forest.