Beautiful prose summer time: summer time, full of happiness
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Spring has gone, ushering in a dry and hot summer.
Early summer, my favorite early summer. Balcony a sunny, golden light sprinkled all over the body, I accept the baptism of the sun. Rhododendron vied with each other to open a full piece, a group of a cluster, such as the harem of concubines, this one wearing a pink dress, shy smile, such as the first time to see a handsome man seventeen or eighteen year old girl; that one is wearing a purple gown, dignified and beautiful, such as the twenty-year-old rich people's young lady, know the book and be aware of etiquette, not afraid to be born, so that the other rich family miss comparisons; the other, wearing a head of big red phoenix crown, with a The other one, wearing a big red phoenix crown, wearing a deep red robe that flutters with the wind, with a compelling momentum, heavenly talent and national color, such as the princess at the wedding of the emperor's family, with an outstanding style and an extraordinary temperament, a gorgeous and extremely beautiful girl.
The leaves are even greener, green as deep sea water sinking, green as waves of light shining bright, green as clear stream-like pure.
The lotus bloomed more exuberantly and more colorfully. That, budding, white and tender with pink, like a very flowery girl; that, pink and dry; that opened half, as if the beautiful and tender girl half push half; that, a white and flawless, dustless, as if a lotus fairy on earth; that, gesture voluptuous, should be from the Tang Dynasty reincarnated a thousand years from the incarnation of it; that, as if the sisters to do the bridesmaids, willing to serve as a green leaf; that. Shyly hiding at the edge of the pond, is to avoid the pursuit of men? And the one that seems to be sleeping quietly? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The yellow call on the ground by the hot sun baked dry, turned into a pile of black and gray nutrients. Cleaning aunts can be diligent, the wind blowing scattered leaves into a pile, and then use the broom and shovel to hold them again and again into the garbage can. The wind blew, heaps of leaves flying all over the sky, has become a heap of leaves once again scattered, aunts are still tirelessly sweeping over and over again.
Early summer rain, there is no longer a chill, there is a cool feeling. Showers or thunderstorms are common. No longer like the spring rain as fine drizzle. That rain, such as pearls, such as sweat beads, is shining silver pearl curtain la! Sometimes, I really want to stand in the rain, without an umbrella, with the wind blowing pressure on my face, with the rainstorm ravaged my body, I want to worry, loneliness, emptiness, all of a sudden drowned in the sky in the rain curtains, no, it should be said to let the storm wash away my heart full of wounds, like a newborn's christening ceremony for me to inject a new hope, the courage of life.
The time of early summer has come! Kapok has fallen, white cotton flakes fluttering around, like the winter sky white snow, so beautiful scenery! The child is very naughty, very naive, chasing the cotton wool and blowing and scratching. Cottonwood, has medicinal properties, children like to pick them up, collect them, string them with a rope into a flower line, put on the balcony to dry, wait until the height of summer to get, you can use cottonwood soup to drink, relief of heat and dampness.
Early summer, the day dawned earlier, the birds have become a variety of songs. Crisp, melodious, sharp, low, simply like a great five-line score, the summer girl commanded this group of singers, singing the mood of early summer, a little restless, a little bit of excitement, a little bit of excitement. Yes, the birds, sing, sing out the desire of people's hearts, sing out the mood of the people!
Early summer, there is the roar of the machine, the construction site and began construction; there is loud and clear song, the students are in the solemn flag singing the national anthem. People began to sweat, began to dance in the square, the beautiful early summer life will begin again! Seedlings began to grow, flowers competing to open, the charming aroma again to waft into people's noses!
The days of dampness and mold are far away, and clothes can be dried in the sun again!
Spring, goodbye! In early summer, people start the year's hard work with hope!
Early summer, is a hot time, hot scene, people have to go to work in the hot sun again ah. Students sweating on the sports field, running violently, release all the passion! May as well shout and jump in the rain, the sadness is not happy once swept away.
Early summer time, we have to spend beautifully, to work hard to spend, so as to usher in the fruitful fall!
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The sun like a steamer scorching the earth, everything burning hot fire, as if the smoke curls in the swaying colorful picture. The green world in the heat wave grows more exuberant and lush, hot wind in the green leaves rotating wandering, the palm trees that waved with the wind in the blazing sun gold-like illumination looks lazy, drunken, people a little dizzy feeling.
Wake up, go to the balcony to dry clothes, in a short while will be sweating, forehead, next to the corner of the eye, neck hung with crystal beads of sweat, a light white shirt, tightly stick to the back, a sweaty smell of upward fluttering strings, with their own familiar body odor, straight to the nose, but there is no nasty feeling, only, don't like sweating sweltering heat and beads of sweat in the body around the sliding and sticky wet discomfort. Immediately closed the balcony door, turned on the air conditioning, comfortable sitting at the computer to browse the web.
Pulled the curtains closed, turned on the lights, and between the cracks, saw the clothes swaying around in the wind, and the palm trees nodding their heads at me, saying stupidly, ? Ha, ha, ha, hello, hello, come out and play with me! At this point then feel like they are like clowns in the circus, shaking their heads, nodding their heads, and then angling back, shaking their hands and bending their backs, it is very interesting.
The scorching sun, people wearing sunscreen, hats or umbrellas, walking in the heat of the road. That kind of difficult, that kind of suffering, not I can appreciate. Since I was a child living in the four seasons like spring campus, spring, purple flowers are blooming, safflower green charming eyes; autumn, cool breeze leaves floating, refreshing and pleasant maple red; winter, cold wind gusts do not see the frost, the green leaves are still in the zinnia open; summer, green and full of birds crowing, fruit and melon sweet and fragrant! Although there are still traces of the four distinct seasons, but there is no northern seasons like spring snow melt, summer dry, autumn color, winter snow drift! Our southern seasons, have all the traces of summer life marks, with the same youthful vigor as summer, just to a different extent.
In fact, the summer scenery is also charming and energetic! Why don't you just walk around the campus and enjoy it! About three or five friends, walking in the shade of the campus. Road pedestrians, men wearing short-sleeved clothes, sweat pants, jogging on the playground, sweat soaked hair and clothes, but I have never seen any season, can make a person so radiant, face with a look of satisfaction; girls in a variety of colors of cool gauze skirt, upwardly tied up with the spirit of the soft and bright hair, light perfume, in the wind wafting, into our nostrils, very fragrant. Wearing that elegant fashionable high heels, more show the figure of tall and charming. The sun is shining brightly through the dappled shadows of the trees and the white asphalt road. Grass grows vigorously upward, bright green green, a tree close to each other, dense, green eye-catching, green dazzling, green and vibrant! The long grass, that is the sea of green! Two rows of lush banyan trees, branches and leaves, gestures such as different, from a distance, such as soldiers in green uniforms, guarding the quiet and peaceful campus; and such as sideburns such as the clouds of the young girl, a variety of head type, such as the clouds like a thousand variations, each with its own posture.
The lotus in the pond, blooming extremely exuberant, thousands of forms, enchanting and holy. Tian Tian's lotus leaves, long jade plate like clean, the leaves are also cohesive on a shiny as a diamond water droplets, crystal clear, refreshing and incomparable! Lotus leaves endless blue, the wind blew, the lotus leaves swaying graceful posture, such as the waves like rolling, dancing unrestrained full of dance. Suddenly heard the pleasant sound of birds, silver bells like crisp, singing with incomparable joy, looking for the sound, only to see the poles, a gray and green hair color of the birds lightly looking around, full feathers, eyeballs flexible rotation, looking around, lovely to the extreme. The bird's clear and loud song penetrated the impermeable wall, and the heavenly music was as faint as the water flowing warmly around the ear. The sound is pleasant to the ear, the sound is brittle, the sound is sweet, the sound is love! The robin radiates its unique summer song, ? Chirp, chirp! rhythmic call, oh, this is the unique flavor of summer: hot and emotional, low and fresh! Loud and full of life surge! This is the summer with its many ups and downs! Two crows, from the tree to fly to the pole, open their mouths, caw a few times, and fly back to the tree, they can not help the temptation of the summer color, from the nest to fly to a higher place, a glimpse of the charm of the summer?
Suddenly, the thunder, the sky is a little dark, the wind blew, the green trees danced, the birds returned to the nest, the beans droplets of rain from the sky, hit the skin, so cool. The wind refreshingly blew through our hair, we cheered, leaping, running in this summer rainy mood?
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The moonlight is charming, as smooth as a mirror, leaning alone in front of the window, the night is heavy, stars, wind gusts, tree shadows. It's early summer, the cicadas are singing and the frogs are screaming, and I just feel that the night is bleak and the night is empty. The darkness of the night, devouring my heart for no reason, the beauty of the night has felt miserable. The moon empty sigh, the heart is frustrated, memories of the past, leaching in the eye.
That is also an early summer night, the night sky stars twinkling, the moon mirror like a wash, the old house red brick green tile, in the night, although the ink is black, but our family is a happy years of testimony. After dinner, the mother to organize the black hair, the father washed the dishes, they walked out of the house, to stretch, breathe fresh air, enjoy the early summer night unique serenity and a happy family.
That night, I sat on my father's broad shoulders, feeling his shoulders like a mountain, my father's hair, shiny, I like to touch up the feeling of oil slippery, his hair and thick and hard, I like to take a rubber ring, in his head and a small braid. The father wasn't annoyed and seemed to enjoy having his hair stroked by his daughter. My mother stood by, smiling sweetly and looking at me tenderly, sometimes stroking my little brain, sometimes teaching me to sing . Walking into the dark woods, I was scared to death, the shadows of the trees reflecting on the ground were flailing, the moonlight illuminated the form of the distant branches like the hands of demons, and the wind blew as if it was going to devour me at a young age. I was about to cry and kept yelling that I was scared, my father grabbed my hands and shook them, shook them and taught me to sing, my mother patted my back and comforted me with extreme gentleness: ? My mother patted me on the back and comforted me gently: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, be a good boy, be a good boy". Father's song and mother's murmur drove away the fear in the heart, and restored the original peace and happiness.
In front of the door of the old house, there is a vacant lot, a long stone is placed there steadily. The family, often ate dinner, sitting there, watching the moon and stars, talk about strange stories, life experience. On that night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon was bright, big and round, so big that it seemed as if I could touch its round face if I jumped on it. I asked my mother: "What's on the moon? What's on the moon? My mother said, "What's on the moon? On the moon there is the Guanghan Palace, where Chang'e and the Jade Rabbit live. They have been together for many years. I asked curiously, "Are they lonely? Then they are lonely, they are not lonely, have each other's company, no earthly troubles, carefree life, free and easy. My mother told me stories about the moon in her magnetic voice. Just like we are now? Yes, just like we are a family of three serenely living together, happily ever after. I nodded my head and continued to braid my father's hair. I was already in elementary school, but I couldn't break the habit of my childhood. My father seemed to enjoy it as well, never resisting my mischief. The braid on his head was densely tied, like a scarecrow in a messy haystack, and I was always impressed by my own ? masterpiece? amused.
That open space, not only carries the family love, but also carries the friendship, carries my happy childhood. We played hide-and-seek there, I was always blindfolded, blindly around the open space, a moment to find a partner, so I quietly blindfolded the cloth down, showing a slit in the eye, so that you can easily see the companions hiding in the bushes and next to the house. Jumping checkers was also a game we often played. The outline of the grid was marked with a stone on the dirt floor, and then a guessing game was played, with the winner jumping first. First we jumped three squares on one foot, then two squares on both feet, and wherever the stone was thrown, we jumped, and if we jumped to that square, we lost.
I love it, singing and dancing with the wonderful her. She wore a purple dress, white as snow skin, melon face, bright eyes, small lips, slim figure, really natural beauty. I love her beauty and her personality. She is cheerful, soft, happy and loves to laugh. Blue sky, white clouds, fresh wind, sunshine, blossoming flowers, green leaves, birdsong, we twirled, jumped happily, and laughter echoed in the open space.
? Ken, go to bed!!!? Mother's voice pulled me back from the beautiful memories, thinking about the changes in the family now, the vicissitudes of experience, sickly body, can not help but sad and happy. The sadness is that today's life is miserable, the loss of confidence in the future. The joy is that my childhood, the original also have so much joy, just I have been buried in the deepest part of the heart, only occasionally will remember.
I suddenly realized: life is like this, sad and happy, ups and downs, the world where there is no stormy life. The key is, what kind of mentality you choose to face life. And I understand, with a child's simple and happy state of mind, with the parents of the openness to face life, we suffer is also another sense of sweetness.
I thought it was another sleepless night, but tonight I slept very peacefully and had a sweet dream, dreaming of the moon story that my mother told me when I was a child.
Beautiful prose summer time: calm and summer time to meet
Another summer, unknowingly with the breath of spring, drifted to. My bike traveling on the road, I have felt the warmth of the sun, early summer with its enthusiasm ended.
The sea of green flowers in the street and nature are connected to one place, welcoming the arrival of early summer in a quiet way. In this way, we say goodbye to the spring that has come around us, and we say goodbye to the morning light of life.
Looking at the traces of the spring in the nostalgic look, as if what is left behind? As if the realization of what, the heart opened a window. I feel that the days are so delicious, exuding a pleasant state of mind.
Every flower bloom is so exudes a tantalizing fragrance, the breath of spring remember in the heart. From the change of seasons, no longer head down self-centered forward, know the right time to savor the light near at hand.
Once, did not count how many summers have passed by, did not carefully savor the summer scenery, in those unclear trivial things, the mood was buried in the wind and moon.
Exhaustion in the labor, who can not replace who trek, warm and cold. Quietly in a corner to find a place where you can be quiet, sympathize with the busy mood. The fog and the feelings that can not be solved, spread in the mind brimming. The coldness and warmth of human feelings are hidden in the veil. The vicissitudes of the world have been described generation after generation of the heart of the language, life is the world of the passer-by, no matter how to jump, will not jump out of the time of the hostage. The only thing you can do is to grasp the footprints of each day and live each day to the fullest.
Life is the seasons of the informed, the four seasons and life with life, life adds a romantic and change in the color. When you meet with each season, you will have a different mood. Because of the variables of life, there is a colorful flavor.
When you look at the world from a different angle, there will be a refraction of the multi-angle reflector, life is a multi-faceted person in the multi-angle, as with the seasons of the four seasons, in which different roles are changing.
In such an early summer, with a tranquil mood and summer to meet. Although there is no handshake with summer, but with an embrace of open arms to welcome the arrival of summer.
Open the dusty summer clothes for a long time, let those clothes see the light of day, ironed and neatly hung in the closet, so that I can count the experience they once accompanied in the past and present in the summer, as if it was a long time to meet the same friends, turned into objects with vitality.
It's subtle to think that it was my own brain that created such an opportunity for them. Let them have spirituality, so that their own wild imagination, there is a romantic undertone.
When I met with summer at the beach, the sun baked the beach hot, so that barefoot me, hurried to the edge of the sea, to go and the sea water to do the interaction, so that the shore of the waves bloomed under the feet, and watched the waves and gradually recede under the feet.
The waves that come and go, the ripples that blossom in a thousand different forms, none of which are reproduced in repetition. It seems to be the time of the year, one day at a time in front of the eyes of the reproduction. The mood of the sea is the spirit of the dye to open up, do not know in the sunset dyed the sky.
Stopping in, the afterglow of the setting sun dyeing the sea and my body and mind, quietly feel such a beautiful scene, in the intoxicated mood, feel the years, from the sunset of the love to turn away, carrying the warmth of the sunset home, with gratitude, thank you for the summer to bring me such a wonderful gift.
Let me in such a beautiful summer, calm and summer appointment, shake off a dust, fresh and put up the umbrella into the nature, recorded years of beautiful moments.
Beautiful prose summer time: my soulful summer time
Autumn like a tree, now the autumn time as if the end of the autumn tree, standing in the end of the autumn tree trembling seems to be slipping, stabilize the heart and soul of our taste of the summer of the dots and dashes of brightness.
I love the summer past time, middle-aged me more love childhood summer time years left us the beauty of the soul, charm.
In the morning, the smoke rises, rubbing awake stained with eye boogers in the eyes, pulling the cloth shoes, have time to go to the toilet of the Panicum poles. Look up and look at the childhood sky blue, white clouds slow to see the movement, outside the yard to see the grass green, crops green, farm yard one by one twitter up, ducks cheerfully called, white geese stride the city people seem to be leisurely, the dog spit out the scarlet red tongue, cats lazy yawning, in front of the door of a few jujube trees blooming tender yellow broken flowers.
The sound of the robin, a small date grove east of the pond has a mirror like a sudden joy, the children escaped from the sight of their parents napping, one by one, like a loach through the water. At this time away from the clamor of the south corner of the pond there is a child, hand back and forth up and down shaking a two-foot willow, willow bolted to a two-foot thin line, the end of the thin line, tied with a large green dragonfly. The boy's mouth recited the words, a moment back to another dragonfly flying to catch the dragonfly on the thin line, you get it?! Catching dragonflies first tie the female dragonfly, attracting male dragonflies, two catch on the entanglement in the hand to catch the male dragonflies.
The boy's fun does not know this, catching robins, catch grasshoppers, canning jar fishing, cutting artemisia to weave curtains cut off fish, catching frogs, catching tadpoles, slingshot to catch birds, trench river branches with water basin pans fish, deep water ponds to touch the crabs, that the boy did not have to be caught by the front claws of the river crabs it. After it rains, catch fish with the current.
Cattle and sheep are the boy's friends, after noon, the village west of the barren dam, woodland gap, the boy's left hand holding cattle and sheep, the right hand holding a whip, or the whip resting on the shoulder; cattle and sheep to eat grass, the boys play, nail hammer (gladiator program on TV) hide-and-seek, and sometimes the cattle and sheep can not be found, go home to let their parents to look for it.
The beauty and charm of summer also lies in the sudden rain, rainbow hanging in the sky after the rain, dewdrops in the peanut leaves on the crystal, the girls red tops, white pants, boys and girls chase.
As the sun sets, the boys ride oxen, donkeys, and sheep home, and the setting sun looks like gold in the splendor of our backs.
At night we sat around the village's ancient well, the ancient well rose refreshingly cool, burning mugwort for us to drive away mosquitoes and small flying insects; not far away from the blind old uncle's melodious sound of shadow, radio Liu Lanfang clanging commentary on the "Yue Fei biography"; the well side of the blind talker masters speak of ghosts, foxes, ghosts and monsters, do not dare to go home to the children asleep in the lap of the adults; dreaming? Liu Hai playing the Golden Toad? Liu Hai met the beautiful girl in the golden toad.