In May, spring is gone with falling flowers, and summer is warmly welcomed in a bright red dress according to the warm wind. The fragrance of April flowers has spread for ten miles, and the insects, frogs and cicadas are still moisten their voices for the next chorus. This season is perhaps the loneliest.
In the evening in the countryside, a secluded path is interspersed with trees of all ages and species, and it is rather gloomy during the day. The moonlight is dotted on the sand and gravel of the path through the leaves, or happens to pour on a transparent stone, glittering and translucent, much like the pearl earrings lost by a beautiful woman who craves the feelings of the countryside. Dark day, quiet night, calm even the wind does not want to disturb, perhaps only the distant lights dim in order to please the owner of the dog to get food confused amorous feelings, Wang Wang selling cute. At that time, the moonlight was warmer and the sand-gravel path was brighter. I can't help it. I just want to fit into its world.
This path, this time, only such a me, pacing, quietly experience this piece of heaven and earth. As if it only belongs to me, I am the center of the world, where thoughts and state of mind ignite sparks. I love quiet and enjoy being alone. When you are alone, you can do everything, do nothing, think nothing, think nothing, do whatever you want. You don't have to worry about dealing with others during the day, regardless of what others think of you because of your strange actions, and you don't have to do certain things, say certain things, and learn to adapt to certain people as you do in a chaotic world. Step up, with a bunch of mischievous bundles through the forest leaves beating on me to enjoy the night view of the countryside.
At the end of the Jingmei path is an abandoned old house. A more accurate description should be said to be an uninhabited but well-preserved green brick and red tile house. It can be said to be a house, or it can be said to be a building, because the house is connected by more than a dozen families. I don't know whether it is to save materials or whether a dozen families have a good relationship. From a distance, it looks like a rich man's courtyard. Maybe there were some embarrassing things at that time when the big tuhao divided the land. This area of housing is a little shabby when it is apportioned to more than a dozen houses. maybe some people ask if there are 20 or 30 rooms. In fact, there are, isn't it very spacious? But you have to think that it was common to have five or six children in a family at that time. Maybe it was appropriate for them at that time. In summer, when there is a shop in the open air, the sky should be served as a table, the breeze is cool and comfortable; in winter, when many people squeeze into one bed, this kind of heating is the most beneficial, and it is also a warmth that others can not enjoy.
Standing in front of the desolate but not dilapidated old house around, the breeze blew, and the quiet atmosphere spread throughout the old house. The moonlight sprinkles on the nostalgic green brick walls, showing a hazy mood, revealing the taste of nostalgia. The leaves of the high and low shrubs quivered in the wind, leaving mottled shadows; the sparse shadows of willows danced in front of the door; uneven clouds floated across the sky, and the whole old house was crisscrossed by light and dark, such as microwave ripples on the surface of a calm lake. It is also like the melody of cadence floated from afar, and like the first mortal heart of a young girl. It turns out that there is such a hustle and bustle in the deserted old house that others do not know. What do you miss in this silent lively?
Such a warm picture is intoxicating, maybe it can only be found in a dream! The rain came from the sky and it was cool. Wake up, everything is yesterday.
Wet back, with a deep coolness, Jiangnan May is not as gentle as before, such as into the stove in the first half of the night, and into the ice cellar in the second half of the night, feeling the winter and summer seasons overnight. Today's old house is there, looking like a landowner lounging there in gorgeous clothes, surrounded by iron honeysuckle, do not need soft moonlight to highlight its existence, dazzling neon lights for it enchanting. The sand-gravel trail has been baptized by reinforced concrete, and the four-wheeler rolls up the bright snack bags left by tourists as they float by, especially in the light in the evening, and perhaps the pattern on the bag is also very beautiful.
In the countryside in the evening, under the modern decoration, in all kinds of gorgeous man-made art, May Day will no longer be lonely, but it is the hearts of the people who are lonely.
Author: Huang Shiyu accompany Meizi
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