Rainfall at the Temple of Heaven: The Poetry of Locust Flowers and Summer

A gentle drizzle envelops the Temple of Heaven Park in a veil of poetic charm. Holding an umbrella, I stroll along the cobblestone paths, where locust flowers carpet the ground like a sea of blossoms. The air is filled with a faint sweet fragrance, a unique aroma of locust flowers mingling with the earthy scent of rain-soaked soil. I can't help but take deep breaths, as if trying to preserve this refreshing sensation forever. Locust Flowers in the Rain: Summer's Romance Inside the West Second Gate, the locust tree avenue stretches out, with branches and leaves intertwining to form a natural archway. Tiny white flowers drift down with the breeze, some landing gently on my shoulder, others adorning my umbrella, as if nature is showering petals in celebration. Raindrops patter on the petals, creating a soft "plop-plop" sound, like summer whispering its secrets. Looking up, the gnarled branches extend over green tiles, adorned with locust flowers that resemble stars scattered across the sky, a sight so captivating it’s hard to look away. The Symphony of Cicadas: Summer's Melody As I walk, the sound of cicadas fills the air, like the background music of summer. Hidden among the leaves, their calls rise and fall, composing a grand symphony. The rain, cicada songs, and the sound of footsteps intertwine into a unique summer melody, creating a lively yet tranquil atmosphere. A Squirrel's Agile Moment Suddenly, a squirrel darts down from a tree, its brown figure flashing through the locust flower clusters. It nimbly leaps onto a stone railing, its tail waving like a tiny flag. I pause, holding my breath, afraid to disturb this little "elf." It seems unafraid of humans, standing on a nearby branch, holding a locust flower in its tiny paws and nibbling away contentedly. In that moment, I feel as though I’ve stepped into a fairy tale, even the sound of rain softens. A Carpet of Locust Flowers: Summer's Gift Though often called "桂花" (osmanthus), the flowers in the Temple of Heaven Park are actually locust flowers. The ground is covered with white petals, like a soft carpet laid by nature. I crouch down, gently scooping up a handful of petals, feeling their delicate texture and coolness. Locust flowers are not only a feast for the eyes but also a culinary delight. I’ve heard the locust flower honey here is particularly famous—sweet, fragrant, and unforgettable. The Dual Experience of Heat and Romance While the drizzle brings a touch of coolness, the air remains muggy, and sweat unknowingly soaks my clothes. Yet, this heat makes the romance of summer all the more tangible. The Temple of Heaven Park in the rain resembles a watercolor painting, blending the elegance of the south with the boldness of the north. Walking along the shaded avenues, feeling the breeze on my face, I’m overcome with an inexplicable sense of emotion. The Weight of History and the Lightness of Nature The Temple of Heaven is not just a park but a monument to history. The Circular Mound Altar, Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, and Echo Wall appear even more solemn and mysterious in the rain. Touching the marble railings, I feel the traces of time, as if hearing the echoes of Ming and Qing emperors performing rituals here. Yet, the weight of history doesn’t overshadow the park; instead, it harmonizes perfectly with the lightness of nature. Locust flowers, squirrels, and cicadas breathe new life into this ancient architectural complex. Little Joys in the Rain Tired from walking, I sit on a bench to rest, watching raindrops slide off locust tree leaves, forming strings of tiny beads. Suddenly, a squirrel jumps down from a tree, scurries to my feet, sniffs curiously, and then dashes away. I can’t help but laugh, and in that moment, all fatigue vanishes. The Temple of Heaven Park in the rain offers not only beautiful scenery but also these delightful little surprises that bring joy to the heart. The End of Summer: Cherished Memories As the rain gradually stops, sunlight breaks through the clouds, casting a golden glow on the damp ground. I rise to leave this enchanting place. Looking back, locust flowers continue to fall, squirrels still leap among the trees, and cicadas’ songs linger in the air. This muggy yet romantic summer day is destined to become one of my most cherished memories. The Temple of Heaven Park is not only a witness to history but also a haven of nature. Here, you can feel the weight of history and experience the lightness of summer. Whether it’s the carpet of locust flowers or the lively squirrels, everything brings joy to the heart. This summer, though hot, is undeniably romantic and truly beautiful.