Shallow summer

Summer has been in life since the Beginning of Summer. I often have a fantasy that every summer I think of myself walking barefoot in the old castle, looking for an exit.

Is not summer in their own memory, is a maze, easy to get lost in it. Later, I thought that maybe it was because I always wore a long skirt in summer that I had the imagination of an ancient castle.

Shallow summer or light and light appearance, occasionally cool, occasionally heat wave, alternating between the sun and the moon, there is no constant scene. Touch the green at the beginning of summer, they sing briskly in the trees, do not know sadness. Sitting on the bank, listening to all kinds of birdsong. The duckweed swung a small circle around her feet.

What kind of bird do you hear?

Magpie.

What else?

And the sparrow, the other birds don't know.

All I know is that all birds sing in the same tune, that is, birds are singing. As for the sense of rhythm of their singing, it has not been studied in depth.

Can butterflies fly over the sea?

There is always a kind of butterfly that flies over the sea.

I don't know if the butterfly can fly over the sea, but I remember reading a sentence: I always thought that the butterfly could not fly over the sea, because I thought the butterfly did not have the courage to fly over the sea. Ten years later, I found that it was not that the butterfly could not fly, but the other end of the sea, there was no waiting.

On a shallow summer afternoon, I read a favorite book and write some favorite sentences. The shade outside the window is thick. When I see ants traveling in groups when I run in the morning, it is going to rain. In the shallow summer, there is always some life that goes with one's heart.

I listened to a lecture on traditional Chinese medicine and health care in Tianhe Pu'er teahouse. People's hours correspond to the seasons. If we want to be healthy, we can live according to the laws of nature. When it's time to eat, have a good meal. In fact, the knowledge of going to bed before 11:00 at night has long existed in the wisdom of the ancients. In ancient times, people worked at sunrise and rested at sunset.

Can you pick the wild flowers by the roadside and go home for flower arrangement?

Of course, flowers are in full bloom to dress up life, it's the same everywhere.

However, we picked flowers, and later passers-by will not be able to appreciate it?

Questions with no standard answers haunt me all the time. In my life, I follow my inner thoughts and pursue every question that my heart questions, which is full of a secret joy.

Asahi is like a maze in which I walk in a long dress. Sometimes you can see the flowers blooming in a beautiful posture, sometimes you can hear the birds talking about love, and honeysuckle smells different from other flowers. The ears of wheat were already golden, the tall wheels of the harvester were in front of them, and there were traces of machine pressure on the ground.

When we come into this world, we leave a mark. If we love each other, we will have memories of love. When we are sad and miserable, we regurgitate our cud at the bottom of our hearts. A lot of problems that you don't understand will haunt you.

The wind of the season, through the gap of years, stroking the hairline. The sun shines on the leaves, and you can catch it with your hand out. The shade is thick to release their own feelings, regardless of the ground to show goodwill to human beings. Walking in the coming summer, I smelled gardenia.

I slowed down, not because I didn't want to go, but because I wanted to keep the past. Take a look at the little flowers that bloom in summer. Be affectionate, in the days of shallow summer. I talk to the world in my own language.

Everyone's words are unique. It has its own unique flavor, those who have only experienced their own life, those who have read their own books, those who have taken the road, show in the text. I read the classics over and over again, hungry.

Someone wrote: time is half gone, when you feel ashamed. I liked it silently. As he grows older, the sense of shame rises day by day. Time passes in a hurry, what has been left, what has been, what has been lost. I do not know, tomorrow and the accident is not the same, in I spent the impermanent years, I have long understood that the heart is in the present.

Some people, some things, are covered with rust in the shallow summer sun. And when you get it in the moonlight, it will be as clear as a mirror. The lives that have intersected with us constitute the road of life. Forget or remember, it all depends on yourself. The person you are thinking about is not thinking about you.

Shallow summer, what a beautiful word. When I typed these two words on the keyboard, there were countless waves flying in my heart. This is supposed to be a romantic season, but I tapped out a line of melancholy sentences on a shallow summer afternoon.

You don't have to live too sober, just like a question that doesn't have an answer. To be able to laugh when passing through the world is the best ending.

If you want to read more wonderful articles, please follow the reading and appreciation of American articles.