After rain

I like the pure world without any affections after the rain. The air is like being rinsed, pure without any impurities, the outline of distant mountains and near water is like a traditional Chinese painting just waving a little, the ink is not dry, encompassing the clear moisture, it looks particularly clear in the morning light. It is said that the spring rain is gentle, brisk and silent, and it is not as lingering and bitter as the autumn rain. However, the spring rain last night seemed a little rude. The sky was lit up with blue lightning, and the wind was sparse and rainy. The vigorous and rugged branches in the courtyard, the vigorous and vigorous old locust tree, which was proudly independent, were drenched in the corner. The raindrops knocked on the door of the window, and played a lively tune. In the early morning, when I opened the window, a cool breath came over my face, stretching out my breath, and breathed the impurities that had been deposited in my heart for a long time. A long-lost feeling was still alive. Go out, breathe the sweet and cool air in the morning after the rain, step on the wet asphalt pavement, walk alone along the long path of forest shade. I don’t know whether I am used to it or I like the feeling of loneliness. Walking alone on the road, I have a detached artistic conception and feel that I am far away from the world, you can use a calm mind to talk with your own soul, shaking off the sadness, sorrow, injustice and helplessness accumulated in the bottom of your heart. The light morning AI rose slowly in the sunshine, the wet grass turned green slightly, and the flowers in the spring were blooming vigorously, as if a shower last night completely drenched their desire for spring. Golden Flowers, with dew, shine brightly in the sun. My thoughts rose slowly with that ray of morning light. My soul seemed to stand in the high clouds, overlooking all kinds of love, hate and sorrow in the world, including myself. The weeping willows on the roadside were pale yellow. When the wind went by, the branches swung. Occasionally, one or two drops of raindrops accumulated on the branches fell with the wind and fell on my dry lips. The birdsong in the forest sounds very pleasant and graceful at this moment. The morning sun passes through the thick, wet clouds and spreads into the dense forest path, leaving light and shadow. There is no end to the road and no end to the thoughts. I often wonder how long this road is and how long is one’s life? On this road, who is the passer? Who do you miss? For who looking back? Once there was a man who told me to go with me and stay together forever. I don’t know how far it will be forever. In those days, Joy was like vigorous weeds, growing crazily in the bottom of my heart. Happiness comes suddenly and goes in a hurry! At a fork in the road, we broke up silently and walked in different directions. Maybe, there was no intersection in this life. Suddenly I realized that no one would be who’s forever, and each other was just a passer-by on the road of life. In a person’s life, how many things can we hold and how many things can we miss? Is life like an endless road? In fact, everyone’s soul is lonely and lonely, so we try to find warmth among the crowd. In the end, we will only have ourselves, no matter laughing or crying, sadness and happiness must be faced alone. On the road of life, we need such a hearty rain to wash away the dust from the bottom of our hearts. Then, continue walking with a clear and beautiful ethereal mood. Even if a person is lonely, he is not lonely. Seeing the scenery along the road alone gives him a different feeling! Like (prose editor: Ke Er) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…