The green is full of ponds in the south of the Yangtze River in the evening,

The rain is full of cold.

Mountains and rivers are quiet and Shenzhou'an,

Who holds an oil-paper umbrella in Rain Lane?

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The sun was shining, and the reddish-orange color lit up a cloud in the distance.

The rain did not stop, but it was a little lighter unconsciously, so that the gorgeous sunset could be sprinkled on the lotus leaves of the pond, first adding a few red lotuses, and then dyeing a few white lotuses.

Suddenly, the green that overflowed the pond hid a few different colors, which people had to cherish.

The rain continued until nightfall, and it became a rain curtain from the bead curtain, and from the rain curtain to the pouring river......

The sound of rain has also changed from a trickle-like sound to a "boom" sound to a "boom" sound.

Then it gradually thinned out, and there was the sound of frogs in it, beside the water, leaning on the shore, and a frog chirping was heard, and the surroundings of the rain were ethereal, and the sound of frogs seemed to come from all directions.

In fact, if you really look carefully from the pavilion to the edge of the lake, you can see the figures who fled around the lotus leaf support after hearing the slightest sound from the swaying posture of the lotus leaf.

Those figures could not blend in with the darkness in the silent night, and they did not have the skills of chameleons, so they could only bully the lotus leaves of the same color as them, stumbling over their feet in the mud.

The lotus leaf has always been indifferent, only shaking his head gently after the frog left, quite a bit of the elders' helplessness towards the children.

The rain may have been all night, maybe shorter.

Kyushu didn't know when to fall asleep, but when he woke up, the golden warm light had already climbed up his cheeks, and the insects, birds, and frogs chirped into a song of morning light in the beat of the water that had accumulated for a long time in the eaves, and the grass, soil, and fallen flowers were pushed by the soft breeze to everyone's nostrils and lingered around everyone.

Although it had rained for a long time, before noon, the ground had been dried and there was no trace of rain, and the droplets were back in the sky, waiting for the next order of the summer solstice.

It is precisely because of this that the weather does not cool down a little, and there will be no cold feeling brought by spring rain and autumn rain, but the moist breath in the air makes people cherish the sunny day after the rain.

The sky was clear, Kyushu also woke up, and the summer solstice continued to take Kyushu around to play.

The lake pond that could be seen from the high pavilion last night obviously left a deep impression on Kyushu, and at this time, she was taking her around on the summer solstice to see the lotus flowers!

The summer solstice is not grinding, and he went straight to the lake with Kyushu.

After a night of rain baptism, the lotus flowers in the lake and pond bloomed more red than the red sun in the sky, and the green lotus leaves were all over the embankment, some stretched out their hands, wanted to shake hands with the visitors, welcomed them to come, and some wanted to stop the hurried footsteps of the visitors, so that they stopped here.

Kyushu and Xia Zhi are naturally also members of the welcome and stumbling steps, of course, the two are also willing to be entangled in the lotus leaves and do not leave. Come to think of it, it's the same reason why there are people who are almost crowded around this area, right?

As for those photographers who hold "long guns and short cannons" cameras, they should want to keep these gifts of nature forever, and are not willing to flow away from their eyes and fingertips.

At 10 o'clock in the afternoon, the people gradually dispersed a lot, and a group of people in fancy costumes came over laughing and making noise, followed by photographers carrying a series of camera tools, reflectors, and diffusers, followed by photographers with large bags and small packages full of cosmetics.

Those three or two should be models, actors and the like.

The head of the red coat held an oil-paper umbrella with the same red in his hand, and the end of the umbrella bone was tied with a red yarn two fingers wide, which was long and naturally drooped, and with a slight turn, it rotated into a beautiful arc.

Wearing a white ink gradient dress in the middle, holding an oil-paper umbrella with ink lotus painted on the handle in his hand, it is exactly the right time!

As for the last one, he sat directly on the bluestone by the river, with pure white narrow long sleeves inside and a turquoise gown outside.