Essay: Misty rain in early summer, misty rain and blur are the beauty

Prose: The misty rain in early summer is the beauty

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Summer has just entered, The ancient city of Xiangyang ushered in a light rainy season. It had been raining for two consecutive days, and the mist was floating in the air, giving the tall buildings not far away a looming beauty. Familiar things, once covered with a hazy coat, appear to have a gentle beauty.

The drizzle keeps lingering, bringing back many memories from the past. The Chinese people have a very deep sense of beauty. For example, if a fleeting memory is expressed as "the past is like smoke", an ink painting will unfold, and the people and things in the past will rise and fall in the heart. I am also a person who uses beauty to resist the passage of time, and I feel the same way.

The beauty of early summer is diverse. The early summer in the misty rain is unique. It was supposed to be a lively summer, with the chirping of birds, the sound of frogs, and the chirping of cicadas playing out on the summer stage. But suddenly, a misty rain came, and everything became quiet. In fact, it's not that those voices suddenly disappeared, but that our hearts became much quieter in the mist.

A cool breeze came through the window lattice, and my heart was dragged to a far away place. I saw the old man wearing a bamboo hat and casting a net, paddling his small boat on the Xiaodong River. In May of that year, it was the most beautiful time for the mist to rise on the Xiaodongjiang River. We left looking for that deep love.

I saw in the photo a woman wearing a red open-front dress, with her hair pulled up into a bun, and she spread a large net over the river, which formed a perfect arc. Looking for her in the misty rain of May. In early summer, there is a clear spring and the trees are mesmerizingly clear. Especially the lush green in the rain, it goes straight to the bottom of my heart. The emotions spreading from my heart filled the air into an unforgettable ditty in the misty rain of early summer.

Walking on the plank road by the river, the tranquility exuded by the trees, the invisible river surface in the distance, and the occasional small boat have remained in the depths of my memory for many years. I was sitting indoors in the ancient city of Xiangyang, thinking of that fleeting time. The past years are gradually disappearing, and I am grateful to have so many memories.

Every May, Xiaodongjiang will usher in the peak tourist season. People who love photography, carrying various long and short lenses, are waiting by the river for the moment when the woman in red appears. The woman came slowly on a small boat. Taking her time, taking her time to cast her net. The beautiful photos taken from the shore write beauty into eternity.

In the early summer of that year, the surface of Xiaodongjiang River was like a fairy tale world. Women in traditional costumes, with flowing long skirts, and girls holding oil-paper umbrellas, walked alone on the plank road. In the rain and fog, people are happy and contented, joyful and peaceful. Like me, there are many people who take advantage of the opportunity to leave. Everyone is looking for the beauty of life and has a lot of wisdom.

I stood at the window and looked at the traffic on the road. People feel more calm in the drizzle. Maybe it's a cool feeling that makes people feel comfortable. Compared with the bright summer sun, it is more worthwhile to walk slowly in early summer when there is rain. The rain that has lasted for several days will eventually dissipate and the sky will be clear.

I want to keep the misty rain of early summer, so there is an extra layer of emotion in the text. Too many past events unfold slowly like misty rain in summer. In addition to the charming net in Xiaodongjiang, there is also the ancient city of Fenghuang in the mist. It’s another year to go to Fenghuang Ancient City, traveling with my girlfriend.

People say that the Phoenix in the Misty Rain is the most beautiful. When we rushed there, it happened to be the rainy season. It was also early summer, and the rain soaked my clothes, which stuck to my body and felt a little cold. I went to the ancient city of Fenghuang because I read Shen Congwen's "Bian Cheng" in my early years. His descriptions of green mountains and clear waters, deep mist and rain, are full of hometown feelings.

The misty phoenix in early summer has the tenderness of water and the steepness of mountains. It is difficult to describe it in any specific way. There are ten thousand different phoenixes in the eyes of ten thousand people. In my eyes, Fenghuang Ancient Town is complicated, like the misty rain in early summer, which cannot be seen through. On the balcony of the stilted building, the rattan rocking chair was where I used to sit and write.

The chants on the river are heard frequently. The beauty of Fenghuang Ancient City is the tranquility amidst the hustle and bustle. The beauty of Xiaodongjiang is completely the tranquility and peace of the hermit. The beauty of the ancient city of Xiangyang is its heaviness and tranquility with profound cultural heritage. Different places have their own unique styles, imitating an early summer morning full of poetry.

I often miss those days of walking and the different scenery I encountered in different places. The different customs and customs of different places did not seem very important at the time, but when you recall them many years later, you can smell its strong fragrance. Just like some things, you may feel particularly painful when you experience them at the time. Years later, when you taste them again, the pain will be relieved.

Early summer is a beautiful poem of misty rain. I started reading in chronological order. Time is a gentle past, we want to be happy. When walking around Fenghuang Ancient City, the most attractive thing is the bar culture there. Every bar is a person's dream. When I was young, I thought about opening a book bar many times. There would be water by the window, shade in summer, and the people inside would have a poetic heart.

At the beginning of the lanterns, deep in the mist and rain, the misty beauty swayed among the lights. Beauty can resist the passage of time.

Learn to appreciate beautiful things and fill your heart with beauty. No matter how time goes by, we are still the young people who once had dreams.

The rain continues to fall, and the atmosphere of early summer is slightly blurred. I think of the Han River in the ancient city of Xiangyang and the fishermen on the riverside. Their leisurely and contented mood is a gift from life. There is no wind or rain in my life, and there is no sunshine. With a leisurely state of mind, you can enjoy yourself in daily life.

Whether it is rain and fog in the distance or mist and rain nearby. We live in our own hearts, and where our hearts go is the direction. At this time, I saw the net casters in Xiaodong River, sat in the bar of Fenghuang Ancient City, watched the river view with the fishermen in Xiangyang Ancient City, and listened to the sound of rain hitting the river.

I also want to be a hermit in the coming year. Hide yourself in the mountains and rivers, in the rain and fog of nature. Find a thousand-year-old ancient town and grow vegetables and fruits all season long. In the vegetable fields on the outskirts, villagers used shovels to dig out fresh soil, and tomatoes had already produced small lanterns. Chili lowered his green face. The breath of early summer is getting stronger.

Outside the window, it was drizzling. Indoors, I am meeting you with a simple stroke of words. Every hometown written by a writer has its own characteristics. The Hulan River in Xiao Hong's works and Zhang Ailing's Shanghai story. I wish that one day I could write about the beauty of Xiangyang Ancient City so that you could come and visit it.

In the misty early summer, there are past events, stories, legends, and different footprints for everyone. We continue to move forward. There is one kind of beauty when the sky clears after the rain, and there is another kind of beauty when the misty rain is blurred.