傍晚,坐在院子的桂花树下,悠闲地喝着茶,风掠过树梢、荷塘、田野,带来了清凉。风是无形之物,总是通过有形之物来体现。风吹着桂花,它们摇曳生姿,香气四溢。花朵,怀抱香气的小包囊,只有风才能打开它们。风吹着树叶,吹得哗哗作响。树叶上跳跃的水珠偶尔会飘落在我的头发上,小鸟停止了歌唱,四只鸡在鸡窝里入睡了。远处天空飘浮的朵朵白云被夕阳染成了红色,我的思绪也跟随着柔云飘向远方…… In the evening, sitting in the yard of sweet-scented osmanthus tree, leisurely drinking tea, the wind swept through the treetops, ponds, fields, bringing the cool. Wind is an invisible thing, always reflected through the tangible thing. Wind blowing sweet-scented osmanthus, they sashay, aroma overflowing. Flowers, small embossed sachets, only the wind to open them. Wind blowing leaves, blowing rushing sound. Drops of water on the leaves occasionally fell on my hair, the bird stopped singing, and four chickens fell asleep in the hen’s nest. The distant white clouds floating in the sky were dyed red in the sunset, my thoughts followed the soft clouds in the distance ...