I like the drizzle on rainy days, like countless long thin lines connecting heaven and earth; It's like the sky telling a touching love story to the earth. Rainy days are romantic, but I think the world after the rain is more beautiful.
It rained last night, and the rain beat on the roof all night, just like playing a beautiful and gentle nocturne. Get up in the morning and look outside. The air is moist and fresh, like a newborn baby, smiling in the cradle, quiet and sweet.
After walking slowly all the way to the ecological park, from a deserted desert to a wooded ecological park, it became the best place for me to walk and enjoy.
The rain decorated all the plants carefully, like a faint layer of light smoke hanging over the forest, and those tall and short plants suddenly became crystal clear and beautiful. For a moment, I seemed to have strayed into a fairyland. However, there is an indescribable beauty.
The morning sunshine is gentle and delicate, like countless golden scissors, cutting ten thousand pieces of brocade and falling into beautiful gardens one after another; It is also like carrying a bag of pearl jadeite, untie the rope in the pocket and sprinkle it on the sparkling pearls in the world.
The sun, yes, there are many suns. They live on leaves, hang on grass tips, gather on petals and hide in stamens. Even the spider inlaid many pearls for its home overnight.
The park is very quiet. Only the sun is spreading her brilliance, making every leaf colorful. I want to pick up a drop of dew on my palm and reach out to touch the dew on that wide leaf. Dew fell on the ground, causing the birds around me to sing like the tide, "tweet", "chirp" and "coo" ... different calls, loud and indirect.
I don't know these birds, nor do I know their names. They make different sounds. They stood tall trees and hid in the leaves. I can't see them. I guess they should be different kinds of birds, or their songs are different!
Just like us humans, different nationalities have different languages, and different countries also have different languages. Although the words are different and the language is impassable, music is interlinked and a key to spiritual communication. Birds may be like this. They are sending messages to each other with songs, telling each other that this is their territory, or telling each other where there is danger. Maybe they are telling each other that an unexpected visitor has come to their territory. Otherwise, how can a bird crow first, and then many birds will follow!
Maybe the birds thought I was their unexpected guest, broke into their territory and touched the dew that belonged to them. Maybe they are the owners of dew.
I can't eat wind and drink dew, but birds can. In fact, I envy them very much and think that the life of birds is far better than ours. A nest is enough, simple and simple, which can not only shelter from the wind and rain, but also rest.
When birds are singing everywhere, frogs don't know when to join the singing team, and they don't know whether they are squatting in the water or hiding in the green reeds. Their voices are high and clear. Do you want to compete with the birds whose voice is louder? Such a beautiful voice, I think I must have had a full meal.
There are also some small flying insects, which also land on the leaves and enjoy the fresh dew. Maybe they are competing with the birds for this rare delicious fairy dew!
Sister Hua is very young. When did the bird fly to the leaves without seeing it? No, this bird has good eyesight. It can see a drop of dew, and it must see Sister Hua with a rainbow. She must be fascinated by her colorful skirt. I also think Sister Hua's clothes are beautiful, like a dazzling ruby embedded in a green leaf, surrounded by small drops of water, and her little wings is folded like a red Sayuri in full bloom in the water. Such a beautiful little thing only needs a green leaf and a few drops of dew to make her feel at ease and have a good meal.
There is also a small flying insect, whose name may be annoying, and it will remind people of feces, garbage and some dirty places. I always think that mung bean flies should fly around in this place, carrying a lot of bacteria and filth. I really saw it on a green leaf full of dew.
The morning sun shines gently on the leaves, making the dew rolling slightly more crystal clear. Mung bean flies are surrounded by dew, and their thin and transparent wings are set off by colorful colors. The pale green body is set off like a small piece of jade falling on a leaf.
I suddenly think this mung bean fly is beautiful, too, but I don't understand how such a beautiful little flying insect can interact with those excrements and garbage! If it collects honey like a butterfly bee and dances among flowers, I believe people will like it as much as they praise the butterfly bee.
Eat flowers and drink dew. I stood in front of a delicate and charming rose and suddenly remembered this very romantic sentence. I seem a little out of touch. Looking at the flowers full of dew, I feel faint fragrance, which makes me hungry at this time. I really want to eat them together.
All flowers can be eaten, but it's not bad to eat them. Since ancient times, there has been a story of "eating magnolia in spring, lotus in summer, chrysanthemum in autumn and wintersweet in winter".
It seems that the ancients have long regarded flowers as food. According to legend, when Wu Zetian visited the garden, he ordered the chef to make a "Hundred Flowers Cake" and give it to all ministers. Empress Dowager Cixi of the Qing Dynasty was also fond of flowers, and ordered the royal chef to collect flowers and cook a series of delicious flowers.
Miao Yu's research on the flower dew in A Dream of Red Mansions is even more fascinating. The water used in Miaoyu tea making is "Plum Blossom Snow", "Rain in the coming year" and "Peony Water".
When the snow on plum blossoms melts, it is dew. It is not clear whether the rain in the second year is collected in flowers or what instruments are used to pick up the rain, but the peony water must be dew on the peony after the rain. The ancient people paid great attention to the water used for making tea. If you drink a cup of this kind of tea, you will surely taste the lakes and mountains, and the beautiful scenery in the mountains will enter your heart.
The dew in the flowers and the aura of heaven and earth are spotless, lofty and aloof. This kind of water tea must have a natural fragrance and purify the body and mind.
Gan Long is a man who knows more about tea ceremony, and his father is more particular about making tea. After the rain, he collected the dew on the lotus leaves and boiled tea, and wrote a poem: "There are many dew on the lotus leaves in Pinghu for several miles, and it is naive to pick fragrant tea from bottle to bottle." It seems that if you want to make a good pot of tea, you need to use good water.
The ancient tea drinking was so arty and poetic. If I can, I want to learn from the ancients. Before the dew recedes in the morning, I will sit in front of this flower, borrow Miaoyu's exquisite tea set, make tea and dew into water, and drink it slowly with dew to taste poetry and relieve hunger. If I can have grandma Liu's luck, I will abandon the tea set used by Miaoyu. Give it to me in desperation, wouldn't it be a windfall?
The sun rises higher and higher, the sky becomes clearer and clearer, the dew between flowers and trees becomes thinner and thinner, and the leaves pricked up their ears to listen to the sound of the wind; The grass bent by dew finally straightened its back and wandered lazily in the breeze; Birds with singing necks fly out of trees, and I don't know where they are going; The frog didn't move either. Maybe he was tired of singing and dreaming.
I will leave this morning. I walked from one end of the park to the other, winding and coming out of many radians, like a dream, fleeting, beautiful and sweet.