Chapter 32 clear sunshine

The morning sun is clear, passing through the vast Jingdong Plain, it is still a little fresh and soft.Swallows called outside the window, like little swallows, with a somewhat childish, slender and sluggish voice, accompanying the early-arriving children to study in the migrant primary school downstairs.There is no wind, and the sun shines quietly.Outside the north window of the study, the sunlight shines on the Beiguan forest and the gables of the buildings in Yongshun community. The gables painted with gray cement mortar, the sunlight illuminates them brightly. Sitting in front of the north window, the sunlight comes from the right, and the group of bungalows outside the window provides a large open space for the view.The sky is light blue and white, with a few light clouds floating, divided into several squares by the window lattice, green poplar trees, rows of branches stretching upwards independently, faintly showing surprise-like publicity.The roof of the bungalow is made of old red tiles. Tofu-making houses have light blue firewood smoke floating from the chimney on the tiles.Sitting down, making a cup of green tea, washing an apple and eating it, the light morning is also a little sweet and sour.

The horizon is the roof on the far side. This is the urban landscape. Beyond the horizon of the roof is the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal.There are many rivers in Jingdong. In my dream, I always hear the sound of the waves. In a very peaceful dream, it is like hearing the Yangtze River far away from my hometown.Sitting in front of the window in the morning, the illusion has receded, and the bright sunshine in the morning quietly washes away the dream of the night.There is a fresh feeling of solitude and boundlessness, and a beam of clear sunlight perches on the pages of my book. Around nine o'clock is a critical point. The clear sunlight turns from weak to strong, with a layer of light orange in it. Read aloud or do the eighth set of radio gymnastics.The planes pierced into the sky from afar or flew from Jingdong's airport to the far sky, and the sound was like fine thunder in the distance in early summer.The bright sunshine in the morning ended the initial sunshine of the day, from six o'clock to nine o'clock.

Watching the morning sun, sitting quietly in front of the window, unfolding the book, making a cup of fresh green tea.I recently bought two packs of green tea, one pack of Shifeng Longjing from Jin Xiaozhuan in West Lake Longjing Village, and the other pack of Xinyang Maojian from Xiao Peng in Baliqiao Tea Market. I like green tea that is a little stronger. Before tea.You can lift the glass cup and look at the morning through the green tea soup, which will create a superimposed refreshing effect.It's been a long time since I read poetry. After a long time of exhaustion, the romance like the morning glow has gradually faded away. I just want to care for a piece of simple and fresh.However, I vaguely remember a verse in Tagore's "Gitanjali": everlasting love.I like to say: ever new morning, ever new morning light, ever new life and ever new sun.Sipping fresh green tea, looking at the bright morning sun, time is like a fresh green tea leaf, it holds the dewdrops that I can't see, the jewel-like crystal, I can only sense it with my soul, the light green light, forever love.

Wash away the dreams of the night, and bathe the soul in the bright sunshine in the morning.I stood up, pushed open the window sash, and the coolness of the early morning in the northern country quietly rushed in, and time was like water, gradually filling my heart.I suddenly felt that I had gained a clarity.Such a cool, immature, fresh, and clear morning is brought by the sun leisurely, as if outside of poetry and music, it is brought in a distant place of essence and innocence.The sun is coming, I still think so for a long time.