a dragonfly came from the stream

Deng Xiangzi

The rain stopped and the sun came out.

A red dragonfly flew from the stream to inquire about the village. Its wings fluttered gently, plucking the strings of the sun.

the village is steaming with water vapor in the sun, and there are quiet lights everywhere.

a cluster of cannas has opened in the corner.

A pomegranate tree has blossomed at the edge of the vegetable garden.

A flock of chickens, big and small, flapping their wings, were chased by a teenager and flew out of the house.

The red dragonfly was startled. It immediately adjusted its flying height and flew parallel to the eaves.

on the eaves, cobwebs have just dried up the humidity of the rain. The spider crawled out of the eaves and quietly waited for a delicious meal.

The red dragonfly's big eyes reflected the cobwebs. It quickly adjusted the angle of its wings and dived into a vegetable garden surrounded by a bamboo fence.

A few golden pumpkin flowers, blowing their suona in unison, welcome the red dragonfly to visit.

The red dragonfly landed gently on the tip of a bamboo pole wrapped with beans and vines and full of white flowers.

If the picture changes, I see a clear stream flowing through the valley. By the stream, there is a long reed, a beautiful purple dragonfly, which flew from the corner of the mountain and landed gracefully at the tip of the reed. If there was a camera at that time, it would have left a beautiful image immediately; If you have a pen and paper, you can write down the moment. Because the dragonfly of thoughts won't stay long, it flies away like it came.