At the end of July, it was very hot for several days, and finally it was a little windy at night. I’m not doing anything right now. I picked up the harmonica that I hadn't played for a long time, looked through the video of harmonica playing in my mobile phone and heard a nice tune, which was a little strange but familiar. I looked it up online. Oh, it was Rene Liu's song "There you are".

Some people say that the story behind this song is Zhang Ailing's novel Love. The moment when the girl and the teenager met by chance, they just said, "Oh, are you there?" This girl, who had a rough life, still remembers this sentence told to her in her later years.

A simple sentence may be the love she met or the first love in her heart.

It doesn't matter to anyone whether you have said such a sentence or sung such a song. What's more important is whether you have touched your heart.

I didn't see the starry sky and moonlight in front of the window, but I heard my harmonica playing intermittently, one song after another, and the sea was laughing. This is the legendary swordsman's dream, but I like you. That was when I was immersed in love.

The song reached my heart, and the wind had come.

What really impressed me in Xia Feng was the evening after the rain, walking by the river, watching the river flow slowly and the change of the sky. Ships drifted far away, trees hung on the river head, clouds hid the sunset and people leaned against the railings.

Standing for a long time, just waiting for the reunion after a long separation, there seems to be a window by the river. When I open the window, everything that comes to my face makes people feel comfortable, and my vision is wide, such as the bright moon and the breeze, sweeping across the river and caressing my face with light and breath.

In the northern countryside, green bristlegrass is too common. When I was a child, I often mistakenly thought that they were immature ears of wheat. I picked up a growing green bristlegrass, sneaked behind my little friend, scratched his neck, and then turned and ran. This is a little fun of my childhood. By the river, there is also a clump of green bristlegrass, and the rain on the leaves stays, glittering and translucent, dripping.

There is more rain and green plants. A large area of tender grassland is absolutely delicious for cattle, horses, sheep and donkeys in the north. People who have raised horses in the countryside will understand how a herder feels when he sees green grass: this grass grows really well. Horses eat too much here, so they can feed less when they go back.

There are few horses by the river, and Setaria grows freely. Every day, people come to the river for a walk, running, cycling and hair drying. It's a blessing to come here occasionally. In this city, looking at the rivers and seas is like climbing a mountain, and looking at the wild fields in the north where there is little water. The mood of the two is the same, but there are differences.

Jiang Miao, the wind is soft with water. The mountain wind is blue, and the wind is turbulent with dust.

In the evening, my daughter refused to sleep after listening to bedtime stories, so I told her interesting stories about her childhood, digging wild vegetables in the fields in spring, catching small fish in the streams in summer, picking mushrooms in the forest in autumn and making snowmen in the snow in winter. She was very happy to hear that. Let me finish and continue. The fun of childhood is the same, but everyone's childhood is their own, unique and unrepeatable.

What's more, my childhood was in the north and hers was in the south.

Different places to live, different ages. But one thing, I believe, my daughter will have a kind heart and a pair of eyes to find beauty like me.

There is a row of newly planted Metasequoia by the river, which is full of fruits. Under the black-and-white lens, it seems really lonely, like I can't see the color clearly in my dream, but I only remember the outline when I wake up.

Color is lively, and black and white is lonely.

I dreamed of Jiang Xindao at night. When I stepped into the water, I found that the water was not deep, so I waded over and walked towards the island. Someone is walking around. Suddenly, someone said, look, the sea is so clear. The stones in the water are as big as plates and arranged orderly, so some people can't help but open the stones and look for the fish hidden below. I also reached under the stone and caught two fish. I woke up from my dream and didn't understand how the river turned into sea water or what Jiang Xindao was like.

On windless days, the air is stuffy. Since the last time I went to the river to blow, I always wanted to write something and nag a few words. I don't want to wait until after beginning of autumn, when the breeze is still blowing, I go to the river again. At this time, at the riverside, as night falls, there is already a lot of coolness in autumn.

Look at the stars flying the long river as a window, and the rain is over the autumn night and the north moon is cold. Autumn rain gurgles. At this time, Tricholoma matsutake and Volvariella volvacea emerged from the dead leaves in the northern forest. Mushroom pickers must go to the forest to pick the newly unearthed elves before the sun rises. They seldom get lost because they are so familiar with it. Trees and mountains have veins to guide the direction.

Autumn is getting stronger and Luan flowers are in full bloom. In the rain, Luan Hua fell to the ground. At first glance, I thought it was osmanthus. On the way to the library, my daughter squatted down, picked up the scattered petals with her little hand and asked me what it was. I couldn't name it at that time.

"It's beautiful outside the window. Flowers fall in the rain." When I saw this poem in a circle of friends, I knew it was the flower I saw that day.

The rain has stopped and the air is cool.

Autumn is crisp and cloudless. I sat in front of the car window and stared at the sky outside. The clouds in the sky are divided into two layers, one is thick and high above, and the other is gauze, which falls gently below and floats quickly.

After the rain, the reflection of trees appeared in the water by the roadside, and the illusion was unpredictable. In that world, we can't grasp the lines in the realm, we can't see the mud in the rain, as if we can't walk into the material and spiritual space.

The autumn rain provoked Qiu Si, and the autumn night lost the agitation of the summer night, and sometimes some pictures were outlined in my heart. People are always easy to forget some things. The four seasons cycle, and memories sometimes turn into every drop of rain.

Every summer, I want to go to the river to blow the wind. Unlike rivers and seas, ships are often like an encounter.

I just met a waiting, waiting for the sun to set, waiting for the distractions to disperse, Jiang Tao's floating clouds, hazy eyes, can't hear the sound of the river.

Mountain wind, river wind, love can't help but burst into tears, all caressing my heart like a breeze.