Original prose: When there is a slight coolness, it is just the wind

It's just wind when there is a slightly cool

Text/Fragrant Book Roll

Someone asked me, "What do you like the most in summer?" I said, "Like the wind of summer." At the beginning of Lixia, the summer wind began to slowly blow this season. There are many things in summer, it is worthy of love, I am in love in the early morning and evening cool wind.

Xiafeng blows through the hairline, sends memories, and is sent away. The summer is fresh, the trees are lush, the flowers and plants are new, people have long skirt shorts, and their footsteps are light. The kite in the sky draws a blue picture on the curtain of the sky. "I blow the summer wind and go to see you." In this season, the most charming.

Along the way, full of affection. What we did in the summer was collected by autumn, fermented in winter, germinated in spring, and reincarnated in summer to recall. Every summer is different, because some people walking together and others return.

Standing in front of a rose, Xia Feng sent a burst of fragrance. Looking back at the past, how many thoughts are in the wind. The personnel changes that can't be kept, the time that can't stop the passage of time, the summer flowing through the river, with the fragrance of the rose, dye the past and memories. At this time, there was a slow and far away.

Summer is a blue silk, leaving the aftertaste when sliding. In the afternoon of the bamboo shadow, I wrote a few idle characters in the window, watching the wind outside the window to tease the bamboo scene, and listened to the cicada. When I entered the dust, I no longer love to read the fake empty things, and I prefer some groundwriters. In the wind, it was originally like a summer duckweed, which is shallow. Maybe the world is unpredictable, but the heart is foundation. The text is free, and the realm is in this life.

Wang Guowei's "Words of the World" pays attention to the high situation. Being a person is still a man, a "realm" is a weather. There are things in things, situations, and artistic conceptions. The realm of summer should be true and enthusiastic. Life can be transparent. The gentleman is frank, it is easy to say, it is not easy to do.

Line a few posts, read a few pages of idle books, and talk a few words. In this summer, the cool breeze is indispensable. Even if it is cool in the heat, one tea and one book, the heart is quiet and cold. Thinking of the summer when I was young, a breeze was not given by foreign objects, but it was self -cooled by the realm of my heart.

In the early morning, pushing the window. The slightly cool wind fell in my heart, thinking of the distant story, then entered the earth, boiled a pot of mung beans, put a few slices of Lily, bitterness in the wind. The stagnation in my heart went away with the wind. Starting from the new day, wash the dust with cool wind and continue the new journey.

Walking in the wind, coolness. Xia is like a teenager, so pure. A teenager's heart, where there will be sorrow and worry, just take care of Han. Many concerns are actually due to the superposition of the years.

In the old summer, the girl I met on the train took out nail polish again and again, and it was purely loved on her face. She fell on a slender fingertips and a small nail was her world. Focusing and affectionate, girls' emotions for summer are simple and transparent in Cardamom.

"You can put the suitcase on the shelves." The boy around him was so young that he was young. He mentioned my suitcase and put it on the luggage rack effortlessly. Last summer, I just sat between the boy and the girl. We did not know each other, but we combined into the summer landscape of that year. Go to different places and set foot on the same train.

When the summer wind blows through my memory, I think of these cute scenes. "You are real happiness", this is the best feeling in summer. Walking on the journey of life, we may have only a brief encounter with a summer wind between us and strangers, but it makes our memory fragrance and the rare coolness in summer.

When the wind passed through the hall, Xia was thicker. The small bridge flowing in the south lives carefully. A paper umbrella opened the summer style. A line of bluestone slabs came from the sound of fine footsteps. Even selling flowers will be sold softly. "Selling flowers, selling flowers, one dollar one by one." In the summer wind, I put the gardenia flowers in the south on my wrist.

On the loess land in the north, people sang "My family lives on the loess slope, and the wind is scraped from the slope. Whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind, it is my song, my song." I am in this summer. Walking in the wind of the loess slope, the loess under my feet seemed to be the source of my life. At first glance, I had a family that was thicker than water.

Touching the deep of the yellow land, the summer wind was scraped from the slope, the yarn scarf jumping in the wind, and the heart sang in the wind. Every inch of land brings the cultural heritage of the Huaxia nation. The wind on the banks of the Yellow River, from ancient times to the present, endlessly. In the days of walking, I treasured, forgotten, and met.

The wind is blue and gentle, and I often look up at the summer sky. Blue is clear and refined in the heart. The summer wind, the boundless past, sent a good hope for the future. I know that beautiful things are coming to embrace each other on the way.

When you are out of time, I forgot how long this summer will be, and I don't know how far the road will be. Pointing at the roadside loess slope, he said loudly to his companions: "No matter how high the top of the academic studies, I need to climb up step by step." In the summer wind, I heard my words and talked, and nodded frequently.

After a coming wind and rain, the footsteps became more stable. Whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind, I have affection. No fear of the bumps and hardships of the years, walking all the way, singing all the way. Someone left a message under my picture: "All the way, all the way, affectionate."

In this way, the sun and the moon are full of affection. The fruit on the roadside was exhausted, and each of them was touched by the wind. The euphemism of the south and the bold wind in the north are all available on the world. I have to write down the cool breeze of the summer evening. On the ancient city of Xiangyang where I live, the dam on the edge of the Han River comes in the evening, and there will be many citizens here. Some people sit down under a willow tree, some people fish in the river, some people play in the water of a pond, and some people walk in the cool and quiet evening wind.

One day I will listen to the story in wearing headphones and walk in the wind of summer evening. It is the beauty of this season. The half -slope gardenia on the slope is drove in the evening wind and sent the fragrance. The story in the ears also has a charming aroma. Persons who talk about history talk about history, and those who listen to the book forget the New Year in the summer wind.

People who tell stories are mostly interesting. People who are knowledgeable and knowledgeable, they are coming in the summer wind. Three or five confidants, open -hearted, there are always a few people who can have the same frequency as themselves on the way of life. Yang Wanli wrote: "There is a coolness when it is the wind." Some people are the cool breeze in life, blowing away our fatigue and sending it to the sun and the moon. Our life is in the wind.

The wind in summer is related to memories.

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Article Original: Fragrant Book Roll

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Xiangxiang Books, published a collection of prose "Four Seasons on Earth" and "Endless". Please pay attention to the new prose collection "Sober Life" that is about to be published.

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