It's cool in the middle of summer.

In the hot summer, the sun is like fire, and the fire umbrella is high, which can't cover the full green and can't stop the warm wind.

The change of four seasons and the arrival of green summer heat in the season mean the opening of flowers and the daily suffering of steaming in midsummer.

As the saying goes, a slight heat is three points a day.

In the depths of time, solar terms and seasons are both natural expressions and natural languages.

Life is a long journey, it follows the traction of nature, just like exploring the road. The scenery along the way is infinite, with good intentions, thorns, joy and anxiety.

After Qian Fan's experience, if you can feel the distant peace of mind and dreams, if you can understand the deep silence, then the rest of the road to growth, time will be calm and calm, and the years will naturally be peaceful and quiet.

In the depths of abundance, cicadas have been singing for a long time, and the freshness after rain has sneaked into the wind, a wisp of coolness and a wisp of flowers. At first glance, a pool of lotus ink painting, while quiet, makes daily chores simple and soft.

Think of dawn and dusk, a pot of incense and a pot of tea, polishing daily life in a busy cycle. Think of the I ching gossip I read in my spare time. Fire is yang and water is yin. Incense and tea, yin and yang are harmonious, peaceful and constant; The fragrance is lingering and refreshing.

Even sitting quietly, it is a ray of pleasure to have ideas in your heart.

In my mind, all the years are soft and sweet. Maybe this is the comfort of time, and maybe happiness is just that. In a comfortable corner, a kind of self-adjustment, feel happy and quiet, feel the wonderful moment given by time.

I like sandalwood drifting away, curling into smoke, slowly dispersed, hidden in the dust, and gone with the wind. I like tea to float and sink in boiling water, stretch, and then overflow with a faint fragrance, move with my heart and disperse with the wind, just like in previous lives, who left tea and lived in seclusion in this pot of water.

A stick of sandalwood, a wisp of fragrant tea, accompanied by half a window shadow, time flies.

Sitting alone for a long time, I feel integrated with time. I don't need words, but I am quiet and carefree. Those things in my heart, those people in my brow, are all gone with the wind. It seems to fall in the midsummer, on the branches, swaying with the wind. Just one look will melt in the twilight of the years.

Looking from a distance, blue sky and white clouds, clear skies in Wan Li, feel very close for a while, and feel very far away for a while. My thoughts spread, everything is the flow of the wind.

Listening to the long cicadas, watching the birds fly by, sometimes flying on the branches, sometimes falling on the tip of the river, up and down, reflecting the lotus leaf field, and being smart and silent.

The warm wind blows slowly, and the lotus fragrance attacks people.

Under the scorching sun, looking at the green leaves in front of us, the lotus quietly blooms, the breeze rises, the petals are chaotic, and the green lotus rolls; Looking at the quiet lotus in the corner of the pond, the flowers are blooming, subtle and subtle, interpreting the beautiful meaning of the world.

Remind people that in the depths of time, lotus is a vein and Zen is a scene.

Pinellia ternata blooms in one season, and the wind and rain are several degrees.

In the world, after every experience and every whirlpool, the time that can be grasped is the confidence and confused courage on the road of life.

I have always believed that all the processes of life will cast a shadow on people, and there will be a ray of sunshine not far away. ...

Walking into the fresh and cool beauty is also a quiet and bleak time.