Washed sun in spring rain

Camus said, in the deep winter, I finally found that there was an invincible summer in my heart. Under the Flower City, in the spring rain, I finally saw a warm sun in the sky. Inscription in the morning, the light sunshine is flowing, the feeling of warmth and fragrance are full. Walking on the way to the library, the breeze is blowing lightly, the feeling of quietness and the fleeting time is clever. In the spring of another year after separation, under the hazy sky, I sat by the window. I heard that it was snowing in the capital. I really wanted to go back to see it, just like I really wanted to go back to the past. I was drunk in the colorful world, those sad memories in my heart dissolved like snow. After spring rains one after another, the sun finally came. Looking at the light permeating through the gap, my heart was soft, and I looked at the yellow leaves fluttering in the wind, spinning, turning leisurely to the ground, stepping on the thick fallen leaves, dyed slightly distressed, raised his head and saw the mixed yellow leaves on the tree. Yellow would eventually leave, because Green is the spring of hope, looking at the cyan sky, my eyes were slightly sour. At the spring equinox, what I thought of was Autumn. Maybe it was the autumn when I read a leaf falling. In the autumn of my hometown, every day seemed to be falling leaves, but it was dry and without moisture, stepping on it is a rustling crack sound, which makes people feel thrilling beauty. You shouldn’t think about the warmth that you can’t touch, and you shouldn’t think about the sad memories. Let the time slowly dry the memory, gradually withdraw from the stage of memory, and look at the Shaoguang base, the splendid story of time in the mountains and rivers. Guangzhou is full of gorgeous flowers and warm sunshine, which are just in line with the warm spring. The Sea in the distance is also sparkling and surging, I was also like the sunny day after a heavy rain, which was the sun washed in the spring rain. Sitting by the window, basking in the midday sunshine, I wiped the sad clouds in happiness, the singles were circulating, and the sun washed in the spring rain, I like such a clear and light time, extremely greedy waste, blooming, extravagant. Li Yu said that leisure is a state. How long do we have to practice his meticulous life before we can reach a breeze? In fact, I am very envious, even a little jealous, but I just don’t want to say it. Now I find that after leaving, I will really understand how to cherish. What I can’t go back is always the past, and what I can’t get is always missing. At that time, I was young and thin in spring, and I was always eager to wander in the South to see the moist and gentle. But now I am a young guest from other places, but I am deeply concerned about the north of my hometown and the magnificent and heroic country. Last year, it was too late to say goodbye to the late autumn of my hometown. It was too late to say a smile with the snowflakes in early winter. This year, it was too late to say hello to the late spring of the North Country. Take care of it. Maybe, it was also too late to say hello to the gradually hot summer. Bathing in the sun washed in the spring rain, missing, also with ambiguous warmth, refreshing, warm stomach, memory, also with tender tenderness, refreshing, sweet to the lungs, so, every breath is a new fragrance. In this way, I was thinking about everything, thinking about whether the Lotus which was in bud that day would bloom one by one in the afternoon. In this way, I was thinking about nothing, thinking about the beauty of those exquisite porcelain later, whether it will be taken away one by one. Thinking wildly and thinking wildly, thinking wildly, no matter whether the sky is sunny or not, and whether there are flowers sleeping in the wind today, no matter whether the life tomorrow is busy or not, I am temporarily idle and warm in my dream when listening to songs. Camus said, in the deep winter, I finally found that there was an invincible summer in my heart. It turns out that cold is another kind of hot. Under the Flower City, in the spring rain, I finally saw a warm sun in the sky. It turns out that damp is another kind of warmth. Writing here, the singing is rippling. Love is locked in autumn after the summer is over. I feel better after the winter. In the sky after the rain, rainbows appear, showing a blue sky, I was on a sunny day after a heavy rain, which was the postscript of the sun washed in the spring rain: when the sky was blue, I was waiting for the misty rain. When it was misty and rainy, I was waiting for the Sun. 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