Chapter 10 clear sunshine

The morning sun is clear, passing through the vast Jingdong Plain, it is still a little fresh and soft.Outside the window, the swallows called, like little swallows, with a somewhat immature, 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 are whitened by the sunlight. 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,

Floating a few light clouds, divided into several squares by the window lattice, green poplars, 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 of the building in the distance, which is the scenery of the city. 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 in the morning, the dream of the night is quietly washed away.There is a sense of boundless freshness that perches on the pages of my book.

Around nine o'clock is a critical point. The clear sunlight turns from weak to strong. It shines with a layer of light orange, and the light waves are chaotic. The wind also begins to shake the forest. Surprisingly, the poplar branches and seaweeds are swaying, and the schoolchildren begin their classes. Read aloud or do radio gymnastics set eight.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 associate: the ever new morning, the ever new morning light, the ever new life and the 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 Accept 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, and the coolness of the early morning in the northern country quietly poured in, time was like water, gradually filling my heart, and 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, and I will still think so for a long time.