Encounter June, beauty in the heart

If possible, meet you again in the most beautiful June, go to the most beautiful encounter, hold a touch of the most beautiful green. In the bamboo shadow orchid pavilion, a volume of graceful text, recording a lingering past, poured into the fleeting plain, any thoughts, turned into a butterfly, scattered on the dusty paper. That once left in the Tang wind and Song rain in a trace of tenderness, a reading of a love, is still clear. That shy feelings, such as orchid's mind, through a path of green, stop in time, this is the most beautiful life.

If we say that spring is like a graceful poem, summer is like an aesthetic prose. There are endless mountains of verdant, endless green books. Summer in June is enthusiastic, bold and unrestrained, it is not necessary to decorate with colorful colors, natural beauty. If the beauty of spring lies in the beauty of flowers, the beauty of autumn lies in the abundance of grain, and the beauty of winter lies in the beauty of silver, then the beauty of summer lies in the competition of all things.

Outing is to give people the mood to change a relaxed state of mind, any natural green soak through the heart of the original tone. In a quiet, looking for the breath of beauty.

Walking in the fields of June, under the blue sky and white clouds, overlooking the undulating mountains. That layer upon layer, lush, boundless green, slowly transpiring in the sun, emitting a tempting aroma everywhere, filled with dense, as if walking into a green sea. Smell the fragrance of the soil and touch the tender grass. The wild flowers dotted among the grass, facing the sun, attached to the breeze, ups and downs, as if peeping into the secrets of nature.

Like this kind of quiet, not because of decadence, just want to make the heart closer to the beauty of nature. In the gazing eyes of the sun, in the whisper of the wind, the heart is accompanied by a slight floating because of the pure beauty of green. Therefore, there is a deep nostalgia, endless Acacia, full of love in the tumble, spread Xu is, the cause of the past life, planted the fruits of this life, the vast sea of people, the bustling world, want to be in this June field, waiting for you to step on the green. Without words, only a smile, has been devoted to the city, such as that, the lingering grass and flowers, trees and vines complex, whisper in the heart, slow release Enron in the soul.

The morning of June is cool and has a variety of sounds. Quietly, the birds in the willows, the frog drums in the fish ponds and the cicadas on the trees are like an ensemble group, all singing the richness of summer. If you ask about the division of labor, birds are singers, frogs are drummers, and cicadas are pianists. Make a cup of milk tea, take a book of Song ci, and sit at the stone table under the jujube tree. The gallop branches covered the whole courtyard with an extremely irregular posture, free, unrestrained and unscrupulous. The warm green leaves of the tree, like a mother's hand, protect the jujubes the size of their fingers and belly, and collect the slim morning dew, as if they can squeeze out juice at the slightest touch. Breeze blowing, scattered dewdrops with a cool feeling of ice, wet, soft, across the cheek, dripping shoulders, through the thin clothes. Just a gentle breath, it makes people feel incomparable Qingxin.

Such a morning, the noise faded out of Qingning, thoughts rippling ups and downs. A kind of engraved tenderness lingers in my mind, and boundless thoughts drip in my heart. Those deep and shallow memories, thick and faint vows, like this ancient scroll in hand. Has endless graceful, endless mournful beauty, slowly embedded in the heart sea. To this cool and cheerful morning, splashed with ecstasy and affection. Thus, a deep love, thicker than, beautiful and graceful Tang poetry and Song ci, slowly precipitate. Knot sentimentally attached to, so understand, needless to say, just because of you in the world.

The wind in June is clear and cool, into the eyebrow, into the heart, into the heart. Leaning against an old window, gazing. The shallow passing wind brushed the aroma of the orchard and the coolness of the pond head-on. Blew the long hair, blew the edge of the clothes, silently spread away. Rustle among the green leaves and float slowly among the flowers. The seedlings in the paddy field have grown tall and green, looking at a piece of green land from afar, when the wind kisses, the green waves rise and fall. Everything in front of me is cozy and beautiful.

I think there are endless feelings and poetry in this world. Or near or far, or thick or light. If the flower is intentional, the butterfly is also affectionate. If, the wind is lingering, Ye er is also lovesickness. With you, only need to look back on the tenderness, a heartbeat moment, affection, meaning, at this moment, no matter how cool the heart will be moved. As long as the thoughts are hidden in the green shade, the June prelude can be opened, hitting the softness of the heart again and again. No more words, no more words, just be quiet. Know each other, fall in love, keep each other, make love last forever.

The rain in June, sometimes lingering, sometimes bold and unrestrained, makes people alert, urges people to forge ahead, and gives people infinite vitality and hope. If we say that the spring rain gives the earth a colorful wedding dress, while the summer rain makes the earth show all its temptations with that plump greenness. The pure green after the rain interprets the most beautiful feelings in June and surges with the richness of summer. Everything was open with no disguise, the grass twisted its waist and the leaves swelled with juice. Small lotus early growth, small and delicate, after a drizzle, the breeze turned the lotus leaf, spray scattered on the lotus leaf, as round and bright as a pearl.

Watching the rain from the window really has a different kind of interest. Stretch out your hand and let the rain drop in the palm of your hand, ticking and ticking to play a tune missing from the five laws. Boundless thoughts, together with the rain, the green, open the old title page together. The same story still remains. Affectionate raindrops, full of temptation, even with mournful beauty, knocking on the heart. The feelings under the oil-paper umbrella fluttered in the drizzle. Recognize a feeling flying in the rain, recognize a curtain of dreams wrapped around the heart of the breath. There is always too much attachment in such a rainy day, and it is always impossible to get out of the affection in the depths of the soul.

Summer in June can always create a light and tranquil state of mind, and always show elegant and fresh feelings. People are amorous and amorous because of the legends of summer, with endless feelings and endless love. Weave a light and fluttering green ribbon to condense a sentimental passion, together with the unique richness of June, gone with the wind. Stay in front of the window with you, embellish your memories that are about to dry. Miss from the bottom of my heart, graceful and flexible style of writing, beautiful in a season of lush time. Twist a page of heart sound, to Acacia research ink, to green embellish paper, between the lines, still give you season after season of thoughts, for you to write a "read". If the heart is there, the love is there, the love is there, and the beauty is there.

When we meet in June, beauty is in my heart.

Author: Huang Ye Dance Qiufeng