Capítulo 518: Great Morning Sun Art

From the bed down to the door, standing at the threshold, looking at the bright sky, the rain that had been pouring all night showed no signs of weakening, as if it had been going on forever. The dense raindrops fell on the ground, and in an instant, it was like a short life. In the limited life, it bloomed a scene of sweetness and bitterness.

The humid air, with the freshness of the rain, made people feel relaxed.

It had been a long time since he had been so quiet. He admired the beauty of nature and did not mind the dirt on the floor. He sat on the threshold and leaned against the corner of the door to look at it seriously.

Gradually.

Zhang Ronghua's mind seemed to have become one with heaven and earth. He was nature, and nature was him. His perception was deeper and more detailed. He felt the changes of the storm and its joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.