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Wind chimes, bells depend on the wind, and the wind follows the bell. The wind dances the beauty of the bell, and the bell sings the style of the wind. The wind is invisible, but the bell sings the tenderness of the midsummer night wind; The wind is irregular, it is the string of ethereal bells that are cool and cool, singing a sweet serenade softly; Kazamoto doesn't rhyme. What rhymes with silence is the simplicity of the bell singing. Only on the windowsill in July, there is a poetic summer night style.
In midsummer, the scorching sun scorched the sky in July, and people began to lament the tyranny of summer sunshine. In the sultry summer, when the sun goes down, a string of wind chimes dances lightly, and an elegant bell gently activates the charm of the cool summer evening breeze. This simple and crisp wind chime sings late, as cool and moist as a stream flowing in the green fields of Bishan. This string is crisp and pleasant when the cool breeze blows slowly, and this wave is also full of leisurely poetry.
Look! A tough silk thread leads the cool evening breeze, and a bell as beautiful as a crystal cup is tied at the other end. When the wind comes and bells dance, it is light and elegant, and it is a vivid painting when you see it.
Listen! The crisp ringtone of the mobile phone is like a long and slow ballad, tinkling the charming charm and seclusion of summer dusk. Listening is a sentimental song!
Wind chimes, the romance in summer is swaying in the sunset, and the wind in summer is smart in the evening breeze. At the time of simplicity, this melodious and elegant ringtone brings a pleasant illusion of coolness, just like a small bridge, flowing water and a looming picture of people in a poetic field, which brings a sense of tranquility and elegance. The summer in July is biting, and the pressure of the scorching sun during the day will disappear in this light singing of Song Fengling.
Fengling, an ancient song about nature in summer, has brought coolness to the world every summer since ancient times. Wind chimes are also a song without words. In Japan, in the north of the old country, in the dream of the south of the Yangtze River, in the bustling city, in the quiet mountain village ... it is simple, simple and elegant, and sings the romantic style of summer nights that everyone knows.
Wind chimes, with a crisp voice, contain earthly fluency and poems, which can also be compared to the poems of the world of mortals. Wind chimes follow. The bell dances with the wind, and the wind sings with it. In the lintel, on the windowsill, in the morning light and at dusk, whenever the bell rings, the continuous coolness that comes with the wind is a note that makes people temporarily forget the depression and irritability brought by the fast-paced life in modern cities, and feel the rare cool moment in hot summer by ringing wind chimes, which makes people feel a kind of quiet mood.
Wind chimes, with wind, are graceful and light, and can dance with architecture and customs. When there is no wind, they are still in a corner. Freehand brushwork is a kind of quietness, a kind of waiting and a kind of yearning. In the unique scenery of Xia Feng, it is cool in the evening, the wind chimes are swaying, and there are the footprints of the wind and the joy of bells. The breeze in midsummer in July has no image, color and rhythm, but the wind has image, color and rhythm in this smart escape scene of wind-blown chime dance; When the bell is light, graceful, vivid and smart, it is a quiet and refreshing summer style.
Although, turning on the air conditioner in a quiet room can also bring coolness and reduce the heat in summer. However, it is comparable to this kind of leisurely singing night without any modification, but it lacks a leisurely elegance, and there is nowhere to find a leisurely life like a fishing boat singing late.
The wind is moving and the clock is singing. The bell sang all kinds of deep thoughts in her heart according to the wind, and the wind let the world know her coming figure with the lightness and humility of the bell. They complement each other and need each other to realize the meaning of their own existence, and cannot form a perfect one alone. If only the wind can make people feel cool, if only the bells can make people see the crystal clear beauty, but if both are missing, the elegant charm of wind chimes will not make people feel so attached! How similar this is to real life, such as beautiful family, friendship and love, and people's emotional world cannot be separated from relatives, friends and lovers. Without mutual help between people, it is very difficult to do a thing perfectly, which I believe everyone will feel. This is also my feeling when I read "A Beautiful Wind Chime Swaying in the Dusk".
Wind chimes, simple and elegant, have a long history. Nowadays, the elegant bell ringing in Japanese summer originates from the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the former palaces, the eaves pagodas of ordinary people, the beautiful figure of wind chimes everywhere in China, and the bell ringing in every corner.
Nowadays, the crisp voice of foreign countries still vaguely reflects the prosperity of the past; Still vaguely reflects the majestic appearance of China's rise. In the heart of a wanderer like you, wind chimes are still a strand of homesickness and an indelible memory. This simple song, sung softly, attracted many Japanese hanako's homesickness, moistened many people's haste and calmed many restless hearts in reality. I want to say that the crisp sound of this beautiful bell swaying with the wind on a summer night has brought the world the agility of a poem, the elegance of a poem in a secluded Tang style, the mind of an overseas traveler and a kind of indifferent and elegant state of mind. In the crisp sound of wind chimes, have you also read the coolness of July filariasis? In other words, this is a quiet time in a hurry. ...
At the window, the wind chimes are still singing the coolness of the evening breeze. At the moment, my mood is still immersed in the illusion of this wind chime, and a drop of ink from July has become a cool touch in my pen. ...
The wind blows and the clock sings. Is this fleeting scene a wonderful silhouette of time? Or, the voice of nature?
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