I like the drizzle on rainy days, like countless long thin lines connecting heaven and earth; Just like the sky tells the lingering love story to the earth. Rainy days are romantic, but I think the world after rain is better.

It rained last night, and the rain beat on the roof all night, just like playing a beautiful and gentle nocturne. Get up in the morning and look outside. The air is moist and fresh, like a newborn baby, smiling in the cradle, quiet and sweet.

After walking slowly all the way to the ecological park, from a deserted desert to a wooded ecological park, it became the best place for me to walk and enjoy.

The rain carefully dressed all the plants, like a faint light smoke hanging over the forest, and the tall and short plants suddenly became crystal clear and beautiful. For a moment, I seemed to have strayed into a fairyland. However, there is an unspeakable beauty.

The early morning sunshine is gentle and delicate, like countless golden scissors, cutting ten thousand pieces of brocade and falling into beautiful gardens one after another; It is also like carrying a bag of pearl jadeite, untie the rope in the pocket and sprinkle it on the sparkling pearls of the world.

The sun, yes, there are many suns. They live on the leaves, hang on the grass tips, gather on the petals and hide in the stamens. Even the spider inlaid many pearls for its home overnight.

The park is very quiet. Only the sun is spreading her brilliance, making every leaf colorful. I want to pick up a drop of dew in my palm and reach out to touch the dew on that wide leaf. Dewdrops fell to the ground, causing the birds around me to sing like the tide, "chirping", "chirping" and "cooing" ... with different calls, loud and indirect.

I don't know these birds, nor do I know their names. They make different sounds. They stood tall trees and hid in the leaves. I can't see them. I guess they are different kinds of birds, or their songs are different!

Just like us humans, different nationalities have different languages, and different countries have different languages. Although the words are different and the language is impassable, music is interlinked and a key to spiritual communication. Birds may be like this. They are sending messages to each other with songs, telling each other that this is their territory or telling each other where it is dangerous. Maybe they are telling each other that an unexpected visitor has come to their territory. Otherwise, how can a bird crow first, and then many birds follow!

Maybe the birds thought I was their unexpected guest, broke into their territory and touched the dew that belonged to them. Maybe they are the owners of dew.

I can't eat wind and drink dew, but birds can. In fact, I envy them very much and think that the life of birds is far better than ours. A nest is enough, simple and simple, can shelter from the wind and rain, can rest.

When birds are singing everywhere, frogs don't know when to join the singing team, and they don't know whether they are squatting in the water or hiding in the green reeds. Their voices are high and crisp. Do you want to compare with the birds and see who has the loudest voice? With such a beautiful voice, I think I must have had a full meal.

There are also some small flying insects, which also landed on the leaves and enjoyed the fresh dew. Maybe they are competing with the birds for this rare delicious fairy dew!

Sister Hua is very young. When did the bird fly to the leaves and disappear? No, this bird has good eyesight. It can see a drop of dew, and it must see Sister Hua carrying a rainbow. She must be fascinated by her colorful clothes. I also think Sister Hua's clothes are beautiful, like a dazzling ruby embedded in green leaves, surrounded by small drops of water, and little wings folds up like a red Sayuri in full bloom in the water. Such a beautiful little thing only needs a green leaf and a few drops of dew, which can make her settle down and have a full meal.

There is also a small flying insect, whose name may be annoying, which will remind people of feces, garbage and some dirty places. I always feel that mung bean flies should fly around in this place, carrying a lot of bacteria and filth. I really saw it on the green leaves full of dew.

The morning sun shines gently on the leaves, making the dew rolling slightly on the leaves more crystal clear. The mung bean fly is surrounded by dew, and its thin transparent wings are set off by colorful colors. The pale green body was set off like a small piece of jade falling on a leaf.

Suddenly I think this mung bean fly is beautiful, too, but I don't understand how such a beautiful little flying insect can interact with those excrement and garbage! If it collects honey and dances among the flowers like a butterfly bee, I believe people will like it as much as praising the butterfly bee.

Eat flowers and drink dew. I stood in front of a delicate and charming rose and suddenly remembered this very romantic word. It seems a bit out of touch floating in the clouds. Looking at the flowers full of dew, I feel faint fragrance, which makes me hungry at this time. I really want to eat them together.

All flowers can be eaten, but it's not bad to eat them. Since ancient times, there has been a story of "eating magnolia in spring, lotus in summer, chrysanthemum in autumn and wintersweet in winter".

It seems that the ancients used flowers as food for a long time. According to legend, when Wu Zetian was in the garden, she ordered the chef to make "Hundred Flowers Cake" and distributed it to the ministers. Empress Dowager Cixi of the Qing Dynasty was also fond of flowers, and ordered the royal chef to pick flowers and cook a series of delicious flowers.

Miao Yu's research on toilet water in A Dream of Red Mansions is even more fascinating. The water used for Miaoyu tea making is "plum blossom on snow", "rain in the coming year" and "peony water".

When snow melts on plum blossoms, it is dew. It is not clear whether the rain in the next year was collected in flowers or received by what vessel, but the peony flower water must be dew on the peony flower after the rain. The ancient people's attention to tea water is really unique. Drink a cup of this tea, and you will surely taste the lakes and mountains, and the beautiful scenery in the mountains will enter your heart.

Dew among flowers, aura of heaven and earth, spotless, lofty and aloof. This kind of tea-making water must be natural and fragrant, purifying the body and mind.

Gan Long knows the tea ceremony better, and his father is more particular about making tea. After the rain, he picked the dew on the lotus leaf to make tea, and wrote a poem: "There are many dew on the lotus leaf in Pinghu, and it is really innocent to pick a bottle of fragrant teas." It seems that to make a good pot of tea, you need to use good water.

The ancients were so arty and poetic when drinking tea. If I can, I want to learn from the ancients. Before the dew recedes in the morning, I will sit in front of this flower, borrow Miaoyu's exquisite tea set, brew tea and dew into water, and drink it slowly with dew to taste the poetry and relieve my appetite. If I can have Granny Liu's good luck, I will abandon the tea set used by Miaoyu. Give it to me in desperation, wouldn't it be a windfall?

The sun rises higher and higher, the sky becomes clearer and clearer, the dew between flowers and trees becomes thinner and thinner, and the leaves pricked up their ears to listen to the sound of the wind; The grass bent by dew finally straightened its waist and wandered lazily in the breeze; Birds with singing necks fly out of trees, and I don't know where they are going; The frog didn't move. He was probably tired of singing and dreaming again.

I will leave this morning. I walked from one end of the park to the other, winding and coming out of many radians, like a dream, fleeting, beautiful and sweet.