Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 249 (21 degrees)
"In the four seasons of reincarnation, I love autumn, not because of the sadness of falling leaves. I look forward to the reunion between you and me after our first meeting in the days after September. In the ordinary years, there is a clearer future. .”

The temperature has dropped, and it is autumn.

I was walking alone on the path that was deserted in the early morning. At this time, the park was not disturbed by too many pedestrians, and it was quiet, as if the baby was still in sleep.I tiptoed, for fear of disturbing the tranquil beauty. After the drizzle last night, the air was filled with the clarity of autumn, but it was slightly cold. It was a 21-degree day.

I remember that when I was walking alone, I was always in a hurry and hurried, leaving the scenery on both sides out of the way, letting it be lively or quiet, and it was difficult to connect with me.But at this moment, I want to slow down, just because I think of you on such days, and only by slowing down, feeling and listening, can I outline your appearance more clearly in my mind.

On a day of 21 degrees, there is no scorching sun, no noise from cicadas, and the fragrance of green mud after the rain. It is the nature that wakes up after a deep sleep. This self-heating is similar to you, peaceful and not Delicate, mixed with the raindrops of the breeze, Buddha lost the breath of the end of summer, blowing away regrets, dotted the earth.Smudged with the colors of autumn, this is what nature has written about you. "Every pen is God's will", I am intoxicated by this writing, as gentle as water, for me, nature is less than one ten-thousandth of yours.

It was an environment that I was familiar with, but it became special because of exaggerating you. I slowed down again, wanting to feel this environment more, and wanting to make your appearance clearer. I calmed down. is also like this.

The number of pedestrians on the road gradually increased, and various voices echoed in my ears, from which I heard words about you.

They told about your kindness and earnestness, described you as a white cloud, and said that your shape will change with your mood. If so, I would like to call you the blue sky behind you, and heal your unhappy mood , Knead you into a gentle shape, put it in your pocket, guard the dream about you and me, the gentle clouds turn into a few wisps of pink cooking smoke, enveloping the blue sky, I like you most into a mischievous star, I step on the mountains and rivers, Just to meet you.

In my youth at 21 degrees, I used feelings and listening to describe you in my inner world, outlined your eyebrows and eyes one stroke at a time, and drew your face with circles and strokes. It became clearer and more like it. I was intoxicated by it. This cool morning.

I am addicted to you.

Because I like it, I can face all difficulties.

(End of this chapter)