After having dinner in chai men, I went for a walk in the park. See beautiful women, drift past, see lovers, drift past. In the eyes of my monk, those flowers before and under the moon, the mountains swear to the sea, are passing clouds, can not enter my eyes. As for the sweet words in the world, I would rather believe the rustle of the wind swinging willow branches, the rumbling of the rain hitting new leaves, the croaking of frogs in the pool and the cooing of birds at the forest. These sounds come from the sounds of nature, nature and innocence can make me feel safer and happier. Strolling on the wooden plank road in the mire of the park, it was already dark, the figure under the street lamp was moving, the willow was swaying in the spring breeze, in the shallow water of the mire. The flowers can not be seen clearly, and the birds can not be seen. There are only some spring breeze beside the ears. With a few praises of the spring birds in the night, the heart is drunk. In the reflection of the beacon in the pool, there were some water circles, which were a little bit 1.1, and soon became dense. It turned out to be rain again tonight. It is always said that spring rain is as expensive as oil. I think this year’s spring rain is not expensive. There is still sun in the daytime, and it may rain at night. In the spring of this year, I was listening to the news of spring in the wild every day. Every flower, grass, and tree could be called well-known or unnamed, the name is wrong. I care a lot about Savage. I am with them every day. The bright moon and stars, the spring breeze and the rain, the idle clouds and wild cranes, the rocks and yellow sands are all my companions and friends. Watching them bloom quietly in the spring breeze and spit new in the spring rain, my heart is moistened by them and there are new discoveries and new happiness every day. I want to drift for a long time, through the long time, come to the present, have tasted the ups and downs of the world, but never so close to the nature of the world, as if to come to the world in vain. After going out of the park, I went to the street to buy breakfast for tomorrow. It rained heavily and the road was wet. Walking slowly on the water and flowers of spring rain, I went back to the villa. Tonight I am in a corner of Chengdu city, under the long branch of a big tree, the dense leaves gently fondle my roof. There is a small river at the back of the villa. There are gardens on both sides of the river, and roads on both sides of the garden. Coincidentally, the road on the other side is full of traffic, but the road on my side is quiet. Not only is there no car, little Pedestrian. On the left side of the car, a street lamp clearly shone on the leaves in the rain, sending out wet golden light to the leaves of the lamp. Some Raindrops hung on the tip of the leaves, glittering in Crystal style, shaking in the spring breeze, it is really beautiful if you are ready to fall down. KUER one or two pearls fell on the ground, and there was a wet mark with big buttons on the ground. When the wind blew, it disappeared invisible. I sat in the villa, opened the door, watching the rain on the rainy night in the city, breathing smoke rings while drinking the spring breeze, intoxicated by myself. Tonight is another beautiful night. Rainy nights are always good. Raindrops are singing on the top of the villa and on the leaves. I can listen to the songs of raindrops while sleeping soundly. People say that big hidden in the city, small hidden in the mountain forest, I often hide in the mountain wilderness, tonight can hide in the city. Pujin was recorded in Baihuatan Park in Chengdu on March 31, 2014

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