Haiyan Heqing Four O’clock Days

  Chapter 55 [Jing Lian Xia Sheng] Xia Day is constant, the shadow of the sun is sparse and extremely overcast, and the lotus ripples [summer solstice·Friday]

  The greenery is full of Jiangnan night,

  The rain is all over the sky and the cold is not visible.

  Quiet mountains and rivers, Shenzhou’an,

  Who holds oiled paper umbrellas in Yuxiang? ——

  The sun was scattered, and the red and orange colors ignited a cloud of clouds in the distance.

  The rain didn't stop, but it was a little bit smaller unknowingly, so that the splendor of the sunset can be sprinkled on the lotus leaves in the pond, first adding a few red lotus, and then dyeing a few white lotus.

  In a short time, there are a few different colors hidden in the green overflowing the pond, which people have to cherish.

  The patter of rain continued until night fell without stopping, from the bead curtain to the rain curtain, and from the rain curtain to the river...

  The sound of rain has also changed from a trickle-like sound from "crashing" to a "swishing" sound to a "booming booming" sound.

  Then it gradually became thinner, and there was the sound of frogs in it. When I was standing next to the water and leaning on the shore, I heard a croak of frogs. The surrounding rain was ethereal, and the sound of frogs seemed to be coming from all directions.

  In fact, I really carefully walked from the pavilion to the lakeside to look at the lake and pond, and from the swaying posture of the lotus leaf, I could see the figures who flee around on the support of the lotus leaf after hearing a little noise.

  Those figures do not blend into the darkness in the silent night, and they don’t have the ability of a chameleon, so they can only bully the lotus leaves of the same color with their feet caught in silt.

  The lotus leaf has always been indifferent, only shook his head gently after the frog left, quite a bit of helplessness from the elders to the children.

  It may have rained all night, maybe shorter.

Kyushu didn’t know when he fell asleep. When he woke up, the golden warm light had already climbed on his cheeks. The sizzling, bird calls, and frogs slammed into a song of dawn in the beat of the water that had accumulated on the eaves for a long time. The fragrant grass, soil, and falling flowers spread to everyone's nostrils under the push of the soft wind, lingering around everyone.

  Although it had rained for a long time, the ground had been dried before noon, and there were no traces of rain. The water droplets returned to the sky, waiting for the next order of the summer solstice.

  Because of this, the weather did not cool down a bit, and there would be no feeling of coldness brought by the spring rains and autumn rains. On the contrary, the humid breath in the air made people cherish the sunny days after the rain.

  The sky is clear, Kyushu is also awake, and the summer solstice continues to take Kyushu around.

  The lake and pond that can be seen from the high pavilion last night obviously left a deep impression on Kyushu. At this time, she was taking her around in the summer solstice to see the lotus!

  The summer solstice did not grind, and took Kyushu straight to the lake and pond.

After a night of rain, the lotus in the lake and pond bloomed even more red than the red sun in the sky, and the green lotus leaves spread over the embankment, and some stretched out their hands, wanting to shake hands with the tourists. , They are welcome to come, and others have to stop the hurried footsteps of tourists and let them stop here.

  Kyushu and the summer solstice are also the ones who welcome and stumble. Of course, the two are also willing to be entangled in lotus leaves and do not leave. Come to think of it, the surrounding circle and circle, almost crowded with people for the same reason, right?

  As for those photographers who hold "long guns and short cannons" cameras, they should want to keep these natural gifts forever, and they are not willing to flow away from their eyes and fingertips.

At 10 o'clock in the afternoon, people gradually dispersed a lot. A group of people in Chinese clothes clashed with a smile and chased after the photographer who carried a series of camera tools, a camera, a reflector, and a diffuser, and followed the big bag. Photographers with small packages full of cosmetics.

  The three of them should be models, actors, and the like.

The head of the red dress took a similarly red oiled paper umbrella with two finger-wide red gauze tied to the end of the rib. The long, naturally prolapsed, it turned into a beautiful arc with a slight turn. .

  The white and ink gradient clothes in the middle, and the oil-paper umbrella with Molian painted on the handle in his hand, is exactly the occasion!

As for the one who came last, he sat directly on the bluestone by the river, with pure white long sleeves on the inside, and turquoise quills on the outside. Waiting for the lake, it contrasted with the lotus leaves in the pond. Just add a touch of coolness to summer.

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  　　① In the opening poem, "Rain Alley" and "Paper Umbrella" are a reference to Dai Wangshu’s poem "Rain Alley". In the peaceful and prosperous times, some people moved forward with heavy burdens, braving the rain to fight the floods, and defending the territory. But there will no longer be a person like Dai Wangshu who wanders in the rain alley alone, lost in the path of revolution.

  　　② Oil-paper umbrella: traditional handicraft of the Han nationality. There is also a heritage in the south of the Yangtze River, a bamboo skeleton.

  　　③褙子: It began in the Sui Dynasty and flourished in the Song and Ming Dynasties.

  　　[Part of the information comes from the Internet, and is made by self-integration and interpretation]

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