Light language by the North Tower Lake

A heavy rain has really cooled these days.

It's still cloudy and I feel very comfortable. There are many people relaxing and enjoying the cool by the North Tower Lake.

Did the one lying on the sling by the lake fall asleep to make up for not sleeping well the night before? Isn't that girl just sitting on a stone by the lake, looking at the lake for a long time, verifying that being in a daze is also a transcendental enjoyment? The fisherman is trapped by the lake, not knowing whether to kill time or harvest; There is also a group of lovely and dedicated people gathered by the lake, waiting for the scene of waterfowl perching on the Han Han. ...

Life plays its own wonderful role.

When the epidemic slowed down and the temples on the shore of Hubei reopened after more than a year of suspension, people were not happy. Some worship the North Tower, some sit on benches, some burn incense and pray, but wearing masks has become an agreement. When the epidemic spread again, the temple gate was heavy and closed, and devout believers folded their hands against the white tower in the distance.

When the summer heat strikes, there are not so many people by the lake, and waterfowl will not perch on the lotus, as if the inspiration of life comes from the same time period, giving this "dog days" performance.

Life doesn't need to be wonderful every day. Plain is normal. There may be times of discouragement. Maybe too many people are busy all day for their lives.

But everyone's life has glorious moments, perhaps many times, just to realize that this is also a very common past, just like the breeze at the end of Beita Lake.