Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 244 (Night Wind Blows)
Blowing the evening wind in the summer evening, there will be fine waves dancing to kiss your face.Pedestrians on the road held umbrellas to hide from the still warm sun, while I leaned on the bench, and in front of me was a promenade of endless afterglow.

Walk down this corridor.The end may be the coolness of summer.The leaves are fragrant, the wind blows green awns, occasionally a few birds stop, and then spread their wings with the summer wind.Perhaps the summer time always flies by, those birds slowly flew there with the evening light and time, the purple clouds in the sky gradually intertwined, and the gurgling sound of the boat sliding became more and more clear .The sound of water lingers in my ears, the hustle and bustle is far away from me, and something is growing wildly and blooming quietly.It seems that those waters are quietly flowing in my heart, drop by drop, disturbing my heart for a long time.

"Sometimes, the sound of raindrops falling in silence is clearer than the downpour." With a click, I hit the bull's-eye and held my soul firmly in this summer port evening.

The golden light shining on the surface of the river seems to come from the bright light of the sky, and the notes that come faintly seem to come from a foreign country.I am a traveler wandering in the summer, accidentally living in the bustling port, living outside the extreme heat and silence.In this kind of silence.Time is completely different from how it flew by before, and it seems extraordinarily long.I can't see the end of summer, and no one else can walk in. Only the afterglow of the setting sun is lying on the bench, talking to me silently.

The moon knocked on the door of the night, and summer gladly accepted its visit.The sky became groggy, and a few planetesimals seemed to be spinning in the clouds.Watch a few drunken gulls kissing the sea, see the colorful clouds flying lightly, and see everything change from one appearance to another in a short period of time.There seemed to be a few white flowers scattered on the river, and the blue sky over the port melted into orange.When the lanterns come on, the river and the cloud shadows wander together.

Gulls chirped, and the air was filled with a damp breath.Probably night is more suitable for wanton indulgence, the clouds start to roll, the river starts to rush, and the high moon quietly falls behind me.I muttered to myself, the moon is behind me.

Amid the flowing water and tears, I heard someone's voice: "It's okay, we will be our own moon."

(End of this chapter)