Throughout the year, the most prosperous season is midsummer. Hundreds of flowers are blooming, hundreds of birds are chirping, everywhere is covered with greenery, and fragrance is blooming everywhere.
Gently opening the window, the first ray of dawn and a cool and moist breeze blew in slowly and comfortably. Blow onto your cheeks, onto your hair, onto the bookshelf behind you. Last night's dream was swept away in an instant, and joy followed. Open your arms and take a deep breath to start a new day.
Standing against the window, with a cup of hot tea in hand, what you can see and hear is not only the blue sky and the sound of wind, but also those white clouds, slowly wandering and changing, giving people unlimited imagination and infinite beauty. The confusion in last night's dream disappeared because of this. Life is always full of gratitude, full of ideals, and full of hope. Just like these clouds of different shapes, like snow-capped mountains, like sheep, like forests, like rivers, they are always eye-catching, imaginative and energetic.
The summer breeze is cool on the face and warm to the ears, hitting the strings of wind chimes on the window sill. The tinkling-ding-dong-dong is the sound of wind, the sound of bells, the footsteps of time, and the voice of our hearts. Take a sip of white tea, the fragrance is refreshing, and your limbs and bones will feel relaxed. Putting down the tea cup, I casually opened a Tang poem and a Song poem, "The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water, loving the clear and soft water. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and dragonflies have already stood on it." The beautiful scenery of this summer morning is in my mind. The body and mind are rippling.
Gently open the window, it's a summer afternoon, bright flowers are blooming, colorful butterflies are dancing, and occasionally dragonflies and bees are flying around, which is a picture of vigorous life. I like afternoons like this. Although the wind is hot, it does not affect people's love for midsummer. Leaning against the window, the song sounded softly. Although the window is small, what is displayed in front of you is the beauty of the entire summer, the beauty of the entire world, and the beauty of the entire life.
Looking at the vigorous vitality in front of me, imagining the lush crops in the fields, I can't help but recite "It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil. Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard work." This song has been passed down through the ages. of poetry. At noon in midsummer, the sun is scorching, but the farmers are still working hard, and the sweat drips into the soil drop by drop. Who would have thought that every grain of the white and fragrant rice in our bowls is full of the blood and sweat of the farmers? Just like at this moment, I am standing in front of the window with a tea cup in my left hand and poems and books in my right hand, happily enjoying the gifts and care of time. However, the farmers are sowing seeds and planting rice in the vast fields with their backs to the sky and the face to the loess. weeding. Taking a sip of the fragrant white tea, respect not only for life but also for the working people arises spontaneously.
I like to stand by the window in the evening in summer. The setting sun slowly sets, the sunset slowly rises, and the wind blows away the heat of the day. Birds rested tiredly on the branches, butterflies hid in the flower stamens, and the chirping of crickets and frogs began to come one after another. On the tree-lined road, people were walking in groups. There are couples, old people, and children. I just like to lean in front of the window, listening to piano music, or humming old songs, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the setting sun in the evening, and the peaceful and quiet summer scenery outside the window.
After appreciating the rising point, I will go to the bookshelf and pick up a copy of "The Story of Summer", or "The Story of Summer", or "That Summer We Graduated Together"... The summers in my memory will come to me one by one. , those summer flowers, summer stories, you and me in summer, all come back one by one, as if time has gone back.
It’s really a joy to see outside the window in summer. Especially on rainy days, when the drizzle is lingering or when the rain is pouring, a person stands quietly in front of the window, watching the rain, listening to the rain, and smelling the rain, as if the famous pianist is using the earth as his piano and the rain as his fingers. Playing a piece of music that is alluring to the world, playing a piece of majestic symphony of destiny. You will forget your own existence and integrate your soul into the prelude of nature in summer, and your life will become more mature and fulfilling.
Gently opening the window again, the midsummer night has arrived. The moonlight trickles like running water, and the stars shine like gems. Open the windows, open them infinitely, let in the coolness of the entire summer night, let in the sound of frogs in the pond, close your eyes, and feel that everything has sounds. These sounds are the most affectionate gifts of nature. Open your eyes and watch the fireflies flying and the stars twinkling. You can't help but reach out your hands to catch these beautiful things and the sounds of nature.
"White moonlight, somewhere in my heart, is so bright, but so cold. Everyone has a sadness that they want to hide, but they want to cover it up..." Zhang Xinzhe's song sounded softly in the ears, like a dream, like a dream, like a cry. , making your heart suddenly feel a little melancholy and a little nostalgic.
What is gone is gone, so why bother to remember it.
Simply turn off the music, face the window, face the wind, face the gentleness and coolness of the summer night, look for the story of youth in Jimmy's "Starry Sky", and look for the meaning of life in Kristen Hannah's "Firefly Alley" Joy, anger, sorrow and joy... This summer night has become both short and long, this summer has become both beautiful and lush, this life has become both simple and full of infinite passion and hope...