Green is filled with the south of the pond,

The rain is everywhere and there is no coldness.

The mountains and rivers are quiet and peaceful in China,

Who holds an oil paper umbrella in the rain alley?

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The sun is scattering, and the red and orange color ignites a cloud in the distance.

The rain did not stop, but it became a little lighter without realizing it. This allowed the brilliance of the sun to splash on the lotus leaves all over the pond. First add a few red lotus and then dye a few white lotus red.

In an instant, a few different colors were hidden in the green that overflowed the pond, which made people have to cherish.

The drizzle continued until the night fell and never stopped. It turned into a rain curtain from the pearl curtain, and then from the river from the rain curtain...

The sound of rain also changed from a "swish" sound like a trickle to a "swish" sound to a "roar".

Then it gradually became sparse, with the sound of frogs in it, beside the water and leaning against the shore, I heard a frog croaking. The surroundings of the rain were empty, and the sound of frogs seemed to be coming from all directions.

In fact, if you really walk from the pavilion to the lakeside and look at it carefully, you can see the figures of the lotus leaves swaying and swaying, and you will see those figures who are supporting the lotus leaves after hearing the sound.

Those figures were incompatible with the darkness in the quiet night and did not have the ability of a chameleon, so they could only bully the lotus leaves that were of the same color as it and were tripped by the mud.

Hei Ye has never cared about it, and only shook his head gently after the frog left, which was quite a bit helpless to the elders for the children.

The rain may have been falling all night, maybe it was shorter.

Jiuzhou fell asleep at some point. When he woke up, the golden warm light had already climbed up to his cheeks. The insects hissed, the birds screamed, and the frogs croaked in the rhythm of the water falling that had accumulated for a long time in the eaves formed a song of the morning light. The grass, soil, and the falling flowers were pushed to everyone's nostrils under the push of the gentle wind, lingering around everyone.

Although it rained for a long time, the ground had been dried before noon, and there was no trace of rain. The water droplets returned to the sky, waiting for the next order from the summer solstice.

It is precisely because of this that the weather is not cooler, and there will be no coldness caused by spring rain or autumn rain. Instead, the humid breath in the air makes people cherish this sunny day after the rain.

The sky was clear and Jiuzhou woke up, so Xia Zhi continued to take Jiuzhou around.

The lake pond that could be seen from the shelves last night obviously left a deep impression on Jiuzhou. At this time, Xia Zhi was taking her around to see the lotus flowers!

The summer solstice was not slow, and he took Jiuzhou straight to the lake and pond.

After a night of baptism of rain, the lotus flowers in the lake pond bloomed even more redder than the red sun in the sky, and the green lotus leaves spread across the embankment. Some stretched out their hands to shake hands with the tourists and welcomed them to come, while others wanted to stop the tourists' rushing steps and let them stop here.

Jiuzhou and Xia Zhi are naturally also welcome and stumbling. Of course, the two of them were willing to be entangled by the lotus leaves and did not leave. I think the same reason is that the surrounding area is surrounded by circles and almost crowded, right?

As for those photographers holding cameras like "long spears and short cannons", they should want to keep these natural gifts forever, and they are reluctant to let go of the slightest point of their fingertips.

At 10 noon, a lot of people gradually dissipated. A group of people in gorgeous clothes came over with a smile and quarreled. Behind, the photographer who carried a series of cameras, reflectors and soft light boards, followed the photographer who packed large bags of cosmetics.

The three or two should be models, actors and other characters.

The head of the head held a red oil-paper umbrella in his hand. The red umbrella was tied with two fingers wide red yarn at the end of the umbrella bone. It was long and naturally prolapsed. With a light turn, it rotated into a beautiful curve.

The white ink-colored gradient clothes in the middle, and the oil-paper umbrella with the ink lotus in her hand was very suitable for the situation!
Chapter completed!