This kind of greenness is very shallow in some places in Shang Qing. It is obviously like a budding spring, but it is dragged into summer by the sudden fall of summer rain and thunder.

Here, the drama of sunrise in the east and sunset in the west, whether the Tao is sunny or sunny, will be staged from time to time.

This is a meteorological landscape that only exists in summer. Because of the sentimental metaphor of sunshine, I feel that the ancients are implicit and interesting, and this changing weather has become romantic and poetic.

The snow-capped mountains are getting thinner and thinner, and the beautiful forests are getting thicker and thicker. Love Shan Ying often flies over the clouds and the sky overhead. Their playful songs reached their ears, and they searched on the canopy. Finally, when they saw the fairy couple flying steadily in this world, they frowned at once, as if the anxiety accumulated in life had turned into a cold Xia Feng.

I like the noise of flowers in spring. After the summer in Shan Ye quieted down, bloom remained the same, but there was a gentle and indisputable calm.

For example, when passing through the path, I was inadvertently attracted by the thick fragrance, only to find that Sophora japonica, which had been defeated in Chengdu in May, had secretly tied a knot in Shan Ye. Buds bloom, flowers are rich, sweet and attractive. It turned out to be a charming white Sophora japonica, and their dense petals hung in strings, sooner or later, dense and gratifying.

I can't help but reach out and break off the low twigs of Sophora japonica, and pick some Sophora japonica that I think are good, just for frying Sophora japonica cakes for breakfast. This is a seasonal delicacy given by nature every year, and I can't miss it in vain.

At this time, I noticed blue-purple wildflowers in the shade under the locust tree. What would it be if it wasn't Iris? It rained in Mao Mao last night, and the long leaves of Iris were covered with glistening dew, but I was still a few meters away from the flower, knowing that the morning dew would wet my shoes, socks and pants, so I was too lazy to cross the metal fence on the road and come to the flower step by step to enjoy the flying posture of Iris dancing with tears.

This blue-purple melancholy belongs to summer.

There are also pink hangzijian, humble wildflowers, and dandelion flowers, most of which have furry white balls filled with flying dreams.

This is the simple and elegant early summer in Shan Ye.

This is in May.

5. 12, the special day of Wenchuan earthquake 13 anniversary, it rained intermittently in the middle of the night, and I was in a trance for a while, recalling the rainy night spent under the colored strips after the earthquake.

Time is the best physical therapist, so is nature. Even if the memories are unforgettable, life will go on. When COVID-19 rages again and turns India into a hell on earth, I can only pray for peace of mountains and rivers and peace of the world!