Dense rain, pattering across the sky in April, washing the lush. Fine raindrops, stepping on the dense, fall from the gaps in the leaves, turning a piece of spring into a cool green. In the fresh air, the shallow wheat straw fluttered, and the smoky season quietly faded the quiet dream. The cold fingertips touched the coldness of the raindrops, and my heart couldn't help getting wet, as if it were floating all over the floor with the rain, comfortable and cozy. Follow a flute, walk into the bamboo forest in the rain and listen to the rain. How to make the green of bamboo tips fall in April's wheatgrass and sing softly? And how to make thousands of bamboo branches dance clearly with the breeze passing through the bamboo forest? Listen to the rain, how it ripples in the lush and deep bamboo shadow, and how it rhymes with Zhu Tao? How in the faint bamboo rhyme, full of dark fragrance, so that the feeling of jumping is rising? Such as the sound of water flute, stepping on the beautiful and lingering string rhythm, against the dreamy sound of Zheng, it is as quiet and delicate as dreamy porcelain. The gentle and clear rhyme, accompanied by the faint, transparent and beating rain, comes slowly from a quiet place and flows through the softest corner of my heart. The voiceless sound of "the bottom of the flower is slippery" is natural, which makes people ethereal and pure. I have been trapped in this soft and ethereal rhyme for countless times, and my thoughts are flying with the lingering sound. Let yourself fly with fragments of feathers, through the mist woven by the curtain of smoke and rain, and hold a finger of raindrops, which is as cool as jade. Into the depths of the verdant and quiet bamboo forest, watch the wind and bamboo gently drag, dance diagonally and clear the shadows, and shake the dew clouds. Full of green on the lush grass is covered with bright and clear raindrops, like falling stars all over the sky, each of which reflects green and greenery. I have thought about it countless times, how to find a shallow bend, cross the world of mortals, and stand in the thick forest and bamboo shadow in the wind. Let the flowery thoughts stay away from the lush, without a trace of fireworks. Along the winding path, walking in the mottled green shadow of bamboo, washing my thoughts clean, breathing a faint fragrance, holding a finger leisurely, salvaging the glory of the years.
What a pure and pure heart it is! Those quiet green flowers, like a pool of clear water, linger in the green-washed bamboo crevices, and the sound of running water ripples, making Lv Yun. In the depths of the misty bamboo fragrance, I listened attentively to the breeze, stirring up the gentle murmur of bamboo leaves and the crisp jointing of goose yellow tender bamboo shoots, as if the rhyme of bamboo words was clear, crossing the Tang and Song Dynasties, sketching a wisp of ink fragrance in the shady bamboo forest, circulating a faint fragrance. Listen, the falling raindrops are stepping on tiny steps, accompanied by the flowing Qingxi. Slight rain and blue sky, the ticking of bamboo tips, leisurely knocked out a green word. Crystal clear rain plucked the strings of bamboo leaves and sang to them. Fold a bamboo, snap your fingers to clear the rhyme, and let the flute stir countless tiny words in the soft melody, dancing lightly and dancing with the wind. I wonder what it's like to be a woman in plain clothes. Her eyes are like water, her temples are like clouds, she sits in the depths of Shaohua, her heart is like lotus, she holds the jade piano obliquely, her eyebrows are beautiful in a low voice, her sleeves are swaying, and she plays with both hands, playing a beautiful and indifferent rhyme. Think about how tall and handsome it is, folding the fan in Tsing Yi, looking indifferent, a wave of ink painting blue heart, just waiting to wear clouds, travel in the sky, feel with your heart, your heart is like running water, a wonderful pen gives birth to flowers, and overnight, a simple and exquisite bamboo shadow with clear words. Think about how green and deep it is, full of faint fragrance, lush, bamboo shadows swaying, green shadows fading, green is Ying Ying, branches are swaying lightly, leaves are high and quiet books are high, bamboo knots are lightly described, and jade color is cool in the wind.
Think about the bamboo outside the Xiaoxiang Pavilion. Is it because you put rouge on it that you can clear your tears? In the middle of the night, do you wander around the bamboo shadow in that shallow sigh? The sound of rain is falling, does it provoke loneliness, empty notes, and full of thoughts and feelings? In the sound of the piano, are you facing the mirror, and a glazed heart walks through the ethereal world outside the world of mortals? Listen, the rain beads and the wind gently touch the bamboo leaves, and slowly drop down the path covered with bamboo leaves along the cool green, and make a soft and rustling sound when stepping on it. I remember a saying, "If you don't listen to the leaves beating in the forest, why not sing and walk slowly?" . Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A misty rain will last a lifetime. "In fact, listening to the rain in the bamboo forest is just a yearning, a state of mind, an inner peace and clarity. Feel elegance and quietness in the thin and straight bamboo joints, feel indifference and humiliation, and feel leisure and casualness in your heart.
I want to walk into the depths of the bamboo forest with the sound of the piano, grab a handful of condensed flying green, and brew a cup of fragrant tea with the wind, so that the aftertaste of the piano is accompanied by the fragrance of green tea, and all the troubles and complications are faded in the bamboo leaves. Play the piano and sing softly, listen to the bamboo rustling and feel the bamboo rhyme. Invite bamboo to enjoy the moon, sing bamboo songs with the wind, watch the flowers fall in bloom, and taste the bamboo shadow and tea fragrance. Leaning against the bamboo, whispering to the moon, telling the mood of a prosperous time in the joints of the bamboo, the feeling of being indomitable in the face of the wind and clean after the rain.