The hazy sky was silent for a long time, and finally there were light raindrops, which gradually became more urgent and bigger. The ground is wet, seeping into the ground, wetting a large area of ??land that is not dry bit by bit.
The area covered by the branches and leaves of the tree was previously dry, but after a while, it became one piece. The natural weather of this season, the continuous rain will bring people melancholy, and the change of mood is the gift of the creator. Let the rain Diluting the impetuous weather in the heart will also make it cooler.
The leaves are washed green by the rain, and the dry weather for many days has made the leaves a little wilted and browned. After being soaked by the rain, the plants are full of vitality and a thriving scene. The established shape of the leaves on the tree will not change any more. What adults need is nutrition to moisten themselves.
Looking at these highly seasonal lives, I feel life, a season of vegetation, a lifetime of life, a person also needs this kind of nutritional supply in his life, especially the human mind needs to supplement a lot of information to form thoughts, thoughts are accumulated in life , Without information, there will be no thoughts. Thoughts come from life, from thinking. Some people have said that the flower of thought is one of the most beautiful flowers in the world. What will it create once it blooms?
Perhaps these philosophers have already observed the true meaning of life, understood and comprehended life. The light of their thoughts will always shine on the world, making people think about their words.
Maybe the thinkers are all melancholy guys. According to the thinking of normal people, these people have a sentimental emotional world, and the idea of ??worrying about the ancients is really ridiculous. However, it is these people who discovered the peculiarities in life strangely. .
The melancholy gradually deepened, bringing me into that depressed and emotional state. After a while, the leaves were soaked, and the leaves could not bear the weight of the rain. They moved slowly, and rustled the leaves on the leaves The rain shakes off. Then the leaves danced softly a few times and then calmed down again. The leaves continued to receive the baptism of the rain of grace bestowed by heaven.
The leaves are silent, forever bearing the action of force silently. And I had to grab the corner of the raincoat and stretch it to cover the raindrops, thinking about one thing that must be done, and walked forward with my usual strides. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com