Bamboo Forest listening to the rain

Always hope that there is a quiet place in the world, such as in the depths of the Bamboo grove, there is a clean and refreshing bamboo house, I can sit on the bamboo chair, smell a fresh bamboo fragrance, a cup of green tea fragrance, listen to the rain gently slipped on the bamboo leaves, wash away tired, let the soul has a quiet resting place.

Bamboo forest to listen to the rain need a leisurely, in the secular world of fame and fortune disputes, indifferent to the ups and downs of life, as Su Dongpo in the "fixed storm" in the way: "Mo listen to the bamboo forest to play leaves sound, not to chant and forward." Bamboo Cane shoes Light victory horse, who is afraid? A misty rain for any life. ”

Out of the Bamboo house, pick up the upper, on both sides is the rise of bamboo forests, towering upright, green spring onion, winding streets.

I listen to the bird's Huanhuan, smell the scent of the wind, as if to come to the world wonderland, thousand pieces of bamboo leaves in the wind sway. Thousand drops of rain, accompanied by bamboo light dance quietly falling, voluminous, naughty into my hair, rain soaked bamboo leaves, condensed a crystal raindrop, along bamboo leaves and bamboo slips, drip in the soft land, disappeared without a trace.

Through the fog light cage bamboo leaves, looked up to heaven, the rain in the bamboo grove of dense woven silk, like muons muons milk smoke, dreamy and clear.

Dream, how melancholy. Flip the picture, The quiet music, the reincarnation of life. In the bamboo forest, can really wash the dust of the Earth?

Stroll in the quiet of the Bamboo forest, the air filled with moist atmosphere, immersed in the silence, listening to the song as the Cry of the rain. The fog in the bamboo grove, such as the silver thread, kept beating my heart.

A gust of wind, flurried suddenly in, I am not clear is the rain or the wind, is true or unreal, into a melancholy image, near, far away. Perhaps there are many unbearable sadness and trouble in life, so dream of a bamboo forest, listen to the rain, open heart knot, release some of the past.

Sun shines into the bamboo forest after the rain, the bamboo leaves on the crystal clear raindrop in the sun reflected the dazzling light of the colorful. Butterflies dancing in the forest, kissing the green bamboo leaves after the rain, bathed in fresh and sweet air. Imagine springing up in the intermittent drizzle, waiting for a change from bamboo shoots to the hope of bamboo, enjoy a wonderful green. A drop of Raindrop, along a steady vigor, rippling out the charm of the pale green, recite the extinct art. of the ages.

The bamboo forest listens to the rain, rhyme in the Rain, the song in the Heart.

Bamboo Forest listening to the rain