Summer, is magical, like a kaleidoscope that changes into a warm, colorful and mesmerizing world ......
When it comes to summer, all the beauty is at its best. Especially the wilderness filled with greenery that emanates from it is truly mesmerizing.
In a sunny day, about three or two friends, riding a bicycle, to the countryside driving. The wind is fluttering, the clothes are fluttering, drumming up every love of nature, can not help but, all the blood boiling, full of youthful bravado.
Along the way, there are a lot of people traveling and sightseeing. They and the green mountains, green water and take pictures, from time to time pose "pose", happy laughter in the mountains and fields floating.
I put myself on the bank of a small stream. The stream "ding dong dong" happy just like a song of spring river water, from the heart, from the silent mountain forest, through the rocks, across the countless ditches and cankers. All the flowers, grass, seems to be doing celebration ceremony, green, green full; red, red delicate. If I were to live here, I would become a resident, standing by the stream every day, talking with nature. Such days are leisurely and peaceful.
I would plant a piece of land and live a self-sufficient life. I want to raise a flock of chickens and ducks. The trees around the house are all high in the clouds, the birds are happy to build nests in the branches, they "chirp" call, happy to have children. This is my Garden of Eden, attracting countless bees and butterflies singing and dancing.
In my fenced garden, I lie on a wicker chair. With a Tang poem in my hand, I read aloud, shaking my head and pretending to be a poet. When I get tired of reading, I drift off to dreamland ......
Everyone who passes by will believe that there really is a paradise beyond the world. Those about myths and legends are all honored. I just watched the grass grow and fly in the peach orchard, watched the green trees and flowers in clusters, and enjoyed the mesmerizing summer.
Suddenly, a rumble of thunder interrupted my thoughts. Only to see the clouds on the sky is getting thicker and thicker, overlapping up, showing a lot of patterns, some like a flock of sheep, some like a million horses galloping. "Wow--" the rain poured down, the mountains were covered with rain curtains, the leaves of the trees kept trembling, the river "gurgling doodoo" bubbling a string of water.
The rain came and went quickly. In a moment, the sky is white, and the rain is decreasing a little bit. After the rain in the mountains, clean and fresh, amiable vapor, flooded with pleasant trees and flowers aroma, gently brushed the tip of the nose.
"The drizzle came at the right time ......" humming a little song, I was happy to rush home ......
Summer Prose 2Spring is gradually lost, summer is slowly coming to us. In the summer mornings, the summer insects are also constantly strolling and calling. How charming the summer evening is! My favorite, is the summer evening. The weather gradually turns cooler in the evening, and people are active in the evening. Some people are walking, some are enjoying the scenery, and I am in the summer evening every year. I try to make up lyrics on the road, walking and singing at the same time, with that breeze. The frogs were chirping in the distance, and the little dragonfly children were flying around in front of my eyes. In the summer, I have an indescribable feeling.
Every summer morning, I get up at four o'clock, and the first thing I do is pour a cup of tea. After pouring the tea I went to run a kilometer, and after running home I drank the cup of plain water. Then, brush my teeth, wash my face and eat breakfast. I make up a lot of lyrics in the summer when I see the green rice seedlings in the fields, the frogs calling, the bright stars in the sky, the airplanes in the sky, the dogs and cats ...... things in the house. I can not help but make up 〈〈no name song〉〉, the lyrics are; beside the path; green rice; I walk, in that road; look up to the blue sky; that the stars and moon bright and bright; the wind blowing; the green rice floating; the waifs in the wah-wah call; the sky plane flying around; the home of the cat and the dog in the jump; people walking good happiness, good; happy, other people think it is the summer is boring, horrible. And I think summer is happy, happy.
There are many things I find interesting in summer, such as me, my cousin, and a few of my cousin's friends. When we felt bored and had nothing to do, we decided to catch dragonflies and step on lotus flowers. In the charming summer evening, my cousin held a boat in the lotus pond, and we stood in the cabin. With a net, when the dragonflies landed on the lotus leaves, one net could catch several dragonflies. We were not only catching dragonflies and stepping on lotus flowers in the lotus pond. A few of us also frolicked in the lotus pond, how happy we were! How happy we were! Summer is tasteless in other people's eyes, but in my eyes, it is a wonderful world. Let me find a lot of fun, catching dragonflies, stepping on lotus flowers, making up singing lyrics ......
Summer is my favorite, I put all my fun in the summer morning and evening. I enjoy the summer for giving me a good time and I will save the summer as a beautiful painting.
Ah! Summer, you are an angel of beauty in my mind.
Summer, if you can summer sleep
Another deep night, again I am alone, again began to break the scriptures.
Shijiazhuang spring is always so short, short yet to feel the breath of the flowers bloomed in a hurry to be somehow described as a summer curtain.
Summer, began to fear this season. Five years ago, five years ago, this season brought you to my side, we met on campus unexpectedly.
Summer, the sun's hot afternoon drink you bought pure water, the evening wind blew through the dark night was embraced by your tenderness, boredom weekend you accompanied through the Internet cafe all-nighter, the empty campus has our rosy chance encounter, the long summer vacation has our faint miss.
The summer always evokes my heavy nostalgia for you.
I used to be capricious and still capricious, so now I still capriciously fantasize that I can meet you again.
I can smell the hot summer, but I can't smell you anymore.
Tossing and turning, complex emotions intertwined with the thought of you! I want to think of you! I want to think of you!
The silence of the night sky is not even a hint of vibration of the air sound, if the noise may disturb my thoughts, pull me back to reality, prompting the night, the rest.
Summer, if you can sleep in the summer, I would rather kill all the time belonging to this season
At least will not see the boys wearing orange T-shirts remembered once tracked you from the boys' dormitory building has been to the off-campus Internet cafe on the whole road scene.
At least there will be no ice-cream to remind you of the love you used to give.
At least you won't see the beer and remember how many nights we toasted.
At least not in the cool summer night to remember that we walked together in the playground.
Summer, what's wrong with me?
The flaming temperatures can't even sensitize the cold heart.
The picture reappeared, but has not returned to the summer with you.
Imagine, fantasy, broken.
A chaste and a chaste frame will never be played again.
Miss you! I think it's a good idea to play it again, but I don't think it's a good idea to play it again!
If your indifference was in the summer when we passed each other, maybe it would have balanced the season!
The season for the evening wind is full of days when you have given tenderness!
This season does not even give reason to hate you!
Summer, is a piece of Jiangnan's "Silent Night Thoughts", it is rich, suitable for emotional flow, suitable for weaving beautiful dreams, suitable for whispering under the moon, quiet reminiscence.
So, leaning against the window, quietly recalling the past, so that a breeze to meet the face, with the fragrance of the soil, the fragrance of the mountains, in the thick midsummer night, with the heart to knock open the door to the universe, open the curtain of the blue sky, open the Galaxy's wave, look at the cloth covered with bright stars, confused twinkling, dotted, longing and unattainable. Borrowing the moon hanging in the treetops when a touch of tenderness leaked deep in the watery feelings hidden in the gullies of the years, so that the light joy, light sentimental, together with the silence slowly chewed.
Tonight, sitting on the edge of the soul and dreams, smell a tree of the fragrance of the moon, quietly look at the flow of green leaves, listen to the stone on the spring ding-dong, the mountain birds chirping, the forest in the grass soughing, thoughts coated with euphonious, enjoy the release of their own souls, the heart if the still water, away from the mundane, and the light spirit of the pure summer winds, wandering, swimming in the scenery of Jiangnan.
Perhaps, there is a dream of Jiangnan in the hearts of the literati, decorating their homes. In the south of the river, will be made into a mountain, lying into the wilderness, walking into the river, swimming into the pavilion. No matter where you go, fluttering steps, are leading to the painter's landscape picture. I like the fragrance of the soil, small bridges and flowing water; I like the quiet time of its old streets, the charm of the green bricks and tiles; I like the soft time, and the warm breath of the river when it flows through the eaves. A fine bamboo oil paper umbrella, a beautiful back, it is enough to let many writers and scholars for its love, ink.
In this life, I would like to hide in the green mountains and green water in Jiangnan, exudes the life of open-mindedness and dashing, come also in a flash, go also in a flash ......
Prose in summer 4In summer, I am in your wind, borrowed a wisp of gardenia fragrance, flicked with hibiscus delicacy, live in the next door of the Pavilion Lotus Leaf, with the silk of the green ping! Greetings, you meander in ink and plain paper, thin into my simple verse, with the beat of time, beating the drum of life.
Under the gardenia tree, youth is a sentimental book. By remembering that year, I fell in love with the sea of books and art in the forest of the elegant ink, and the spirit of the wind. Flying words pointing to the mountains, the heavy air of the book brings us endless fragrance, is the boom between our laughs, more can eliminate a few times the wind and rain? The spring and return in a hurry.
This summer, the graduation season, life another intersection, a long trip. Perhaps some of the mood is suitable for preservation, some of the throbbing is suitable for recall. Some friends are suitable for thanksgiving, flow through the years of the river, the road has an end, "Road" endless. From the innocent childhood to the ignorant and confused teenagers to a little mature youth, always non-stop in their own footsteps, or deep or shallow, or big or small, strung all the way to the witness of growth, and love has been flowing in the heart.
The future of the road, is the wind and the moon, the broken bridge on the river, or the wind and the sun, flowers all over the place? A journey through the landscape, a journey of song, a more wind and snow, a more sorrow.
Leaves return to their roots, understand the reunion, when the flowers fall, the feeling of youth.
summer prose 5I have been careful not to let myself mention the summer in the text, so a large paragraph of the uninformed so a brain smashed in front of your eyes, you may not know why I have to say so much empty words, just because of the mother, the years and love, is the whole of the things that I think of in this summer, those words that I once thought were beautiful presented in front of me I I flinched in fear.
Mother said that this summer when I can finally be independent, that time too will not have to be afraid, I can not imagine my mother in the past years in the past how much suffering, in fact, how much pain, is the shadow left by the failure of the marriage or the life of the burden of too many things, I think of my mother's face, this time to change my eyes wet.
This summer I brought up my mother over and over again, I think this is the middle of my life is the grandest miss, my mother lived most of her life, but is still so bleak. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to find the right one, but I'm sure you're going to be able to find the right one, and I'm sure you're going to be able to find the right one, and I'm sure you're going to be able to find the right one, and I'm going to be able to find the right one, and I'm going to be able to find the right one, and I'm going to be able to find the right one.
May when the payroll, to the mother sent her nagging a winter also did not want to buy the bag, she called to scold me that things are expensive, they are outside a person is not easy, but the mother to forgive me for this betrayal, because many times I do not have the whole world, can not not do without you.
Mother is something that has been running through inside the years, and the years? Whose life does it run through? I never like such a thick green, I can even see the green behind the parting, because once Xiaoyu told me that the leaves become dark green when we will be separated, I am so in such a green burning season of frequent loss, which has to bring up you and our love, remember the full summer light years? If I won't meet you, then what will I get and what will I lose? Love has into the night of the slight cold, you and I have experienced its gorgeous, and this time only I alone to experience the emptiness.
Summer Prose 6When the hot sunlight gourmets the puddle that is about to dry up, among the fuselage, what will happen to the poor fish? I used to look forward to summer like a fish in a puddle looks forward to the rainy season, and always thought that only summer could save me from the clutches of competition and pressure.
Enjoy the bounty of summer with your brothers during the long summer months. Laughter in the cool morning, sports in the hot afternoon, crazy in the golden summer evening. Forget all the stress and worries in the sweat.
Looking forward to ah look forward to, fall and winter, winter gone summer solstice, after that is the hot, lonely, dead season, only my soul haunting the summer is not yet arrived.
The fish in the puddle realized how far away the rainy season was, and the water was stretched to the limit, and the hot temperature still tormented it mercilessly.
The change in the sea is cruel.
Time flies, time has taken me through the sixteen spring and fall, the loss of years fast like that into the sea of the river, rushing me dizzy. I am still immersed in the summer of my childhood, the blue water swimming fish, cicadas calling endlessly; soul is still dense in the forest in the past, take the bow and lead shot, joy is still the same. It is difficult to forget those past events.
And now, I was forced to pick up the pressure and sadness, do not want to lose things but lost and lost. Endless sea of questions let me agonize, boring life makes me irritable, is it necessary to grow up to accept the pain?
Childhood summer playmates, where are you, remember we together together with the reservation of the summer, remember in the summer of the oath of allegiance? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it.
The silly fish is still drunk with memories of the former vast lakes, but do not know the death will come.
Then ah, I finally understand: how can people with the growth of the law of quarrels, bright moon also have that yin and yin and round and short, the pressure of youth should be replaced by the freedom of childhood, time can not be reversed some things do go with the years, the reality of the should be accepted, the loss of how can we force it?
The bottom of the river was finally completely exposed, and a piece of fish drying on the ground. Crows flew to peck, but suddenly found a mud nest under the carcass: the loach in order to tomorrow's rainy season temporarily chose to rot and stink of silt ------
Summer Prose 7The happy farmer has four lovely children, they are spring, summer, autumn and winter four seasons. The farmer pulls the spring with his left hand, the fall with his right hand, the summer in his arms, and the winter behind his back. Without winter, the earth will not be able to breathe; without spring, the earth will lose its vitality; without autumn, the farmer will have no fruitful harvest and will have no motivation to work; without summer, the earth will lose its splendor, life will have no youth, the flowers will wither in the cold, the fruits will wither prematurely, and will not be able to meet the autumn when a good harvest is expected. Therefore, farmers love and cherish all four children. Among these four children, winter is more simple, is a strong young man; spring vibrant, is a flowery little girl; autumn is more hardworking, is a will be living crop; summer, between spring and autumn, both lively and hospitable, both colorful, but also not lose the innocence of purity, both passionate and exuberant, but also full of deep feelings, is a flower as bright as a flame like burning maiden.
Flowers quietly open, the sun is getting warmer day by day, without realizing it, spring like a jumping schoolchild, went to a distant school. Summer came, the fiery red sun rose between heaven and earth, turning the earth into gold, turning the white clouds into heat waves, and turning the gentle winds into flames. She jumped, she ran, she sang, she has a pound of momentum, with infinite passion, with colorful dreams, full of boundless vitality, in the sky and earth to express. A slice of grassland is the poetry she wrote, a clump of trees is the picture she dyed green, a green hill is the music she composed, a river on her true feelings swinging ` waves, a burst of rice is the fragrance of her sweat, a wave of wheat is the dance of her skirt ..... Youth, make her colorful; love, make her tender; vitality, make her passionate; charm, make her magnificent.
Summer, in the sea of flowers, between the green forest, in the fiery red passion, in the pure love, in the pursuit of the dream, in the longing reverie. White, is the summer dress; red, is the summer bikini; green, is the summer cool shirt; gold, is the summer of the beloved jacket; colorful, is the summer of the beautiful long skirt; purple, is the summer of the colorful underwear. Colorful and gorgeous on the outside, deep and infinite feelings inside; swift and decisive in action, strong and sincere in feelings. It comes with beautiful flowers in its arms, and leaves behind rich fruits when it leaves. At first shy and speechless, gradually cheerful and generous. When you laugh, the birds sing with joy and fragrance, and when you cry, thunder and lightning rages. Love is sincere, hate is violent.
Birds singing in the forest, farmers in the shade of the trees to take a break, the river meanders in the valley, melon seedlings in the field to extend, green leaves in the sunlight gently shaking, branches in the heat of the fire in the fullness of the flowers shyly lowered their heads, butterflies and dragonflies in the Lotus and the water between the play, the corn opened up a turquoise embrace, wheat holding a full of golden seeds, rice reveals the smile of the golden yellow, the watermelon blossomed in the oil-green patterns -- A colorful summer, a brilliant summer, a dreamlike summer, a passionate summer!
Summer Prose 8The calendar turns over the splendor of summer, twenty degrees of bright sunshine, dispersing a spring of damp matters of the heart.
Plum blossoms, pear blossoms, and cherry blossoms have thanked one after another. The way is, the falling flower has the intention, the flowing water has no mercy. The first thing you need to do is to look back and see if you can find a way to get the best out of it.
A few crisp birdcalls at the window woke up the morning dream of the weekend. Pull open the curtain, as open heart, suddenly realized that the clarity and obscurity is just a window.
The rain cleared up and the sky was a clear blue. The sun slowly climbed to the treetops, the trees in the ground cast a dappled light. At the edge of the hedge, the crickets chirped, tireless.
Sit quietly on the terrace of the lakeside residence, holding a cool umbrella, calm and relaxed, and will be restless behind the city. The lake is still quiet, there are three or five anglers with me to enjoy this broad waters. On the surface of the lake, rippling waves, swallows flying low. Idle clouds in the sky and wild cranes on the island are reflected in the still water. Near the shore of the shallow water, densely covered with green lotus leaves, the breeze swept across the water, sending a wisp of lotus fragrance, refreshing lungs.
Half a lifetime of drifting, I will be physically and mentally settled in the waterfront next to the lotus, doubly gratified.
I love the water, also love the lotus, because I was born in the lotus blooming water. The small wooden boat is my cradle, the sound of waves and oars is the song of childhood. How many years later, in search of their own home, consciously or unconsciously copy the childhood situation.
I remember that year, also in a summer lotus pond, a young girl wearing a fine flower skirt, walking towards me. That day, I held her hand, but she took my heart. It was a soulful memory, and to this day, that fan of lotus leaves is still swaying in my dreams.
People living in the water country is lucky, in the hot summer, enjoy the water of the moisturizing, lotus fragrance. Throughout the ages, people have devoted too much emotion to the lotus. The dignitaries, the people, all love the lotus have added. Lotus rhyme flow in the scholar's pen, hibiscus bloom in the girl's cheeks.
The lotus pond as if it were a fairyland, moonlight, lotus leaves. In the pavilion, the sound of the zither ripples, the candle shadow is slightly drunk, charming Wu Ji Yue female, dancing, tenderness. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The Jiangnan water town, picking lotus young men and women rowing boats, covered in the depths of the lotus. The boat is moving slowly, and the smile is written on the brow. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots. Brother yo, you have to be good to me for the rest of my life; sister yo, I only love you one person in this life. In the swinging boat heart promise of a glimpse of the evening wind blowing gently, the sunset will be the lotus pond red, two leaves of the boat, curling with the song, melting in the pale night. Happy people, drunk; Jiangnan Water Town, also drunk.
In the poet's lotus pond, "horticulture hibiscus fall, boat move egret fly"; "catching the sky lotus leaves infinite blue, reflecting the sun lotus flowers different red"; "take the colorful boat, past the lotus pond, horticulture song startled sleeping mandarin ducks. The girls with fragrance snuggle up with the laughter, and compete for the fairness, Jing folding the lotus to cover the evening light." Reciting these beautiful words and phrases, as if they are in the lotus pond.
Qiong Yao's Daming Lake, the wind and rain, the lotus spit fragrance, in this sentimental summer, the emperor of the flirtation with a folk woman. Since then, the emperor has never returned, the woman is alone in the empty room. The story is beautiful and touching.
I vaguely remember Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "Moonlight in a Lotus Pond". In the hazy moonlight, misty, the pavilion green lotus leaves, the graceful lotus flowers, in the backyard of the chaotic world, soothing a scholar of the old China's vaguely painful heart.
The character of the lotus has shaped the feelings of the scholars of the millennium. Zhou Dunyi, the Northern Song Dynasty scholar of science, lived his life in a state of tranquility, not seeking fame and fortune. He wrote in "Love Lotus": "I only love the lotus out of the silt and mud, Maundy Lian and not demon, in the middle of the straight outside, no branches, the fragrance far away from the clear, Pavilion Pure Planting, can be far from the view and can not be blasphemous play焉."
And I, I do not understand the elegance, but only in the crowd of people tired of running, temporarily rested his feet, enjoy a piece of lotus cool.
Summer prose 9
Summer, is the world of cicadas; summer, is the world of lotus; summer, is the flavor of memory.
Summer is revealed in the cicadas. Wake up every morning in the cicadas chirping, that is not a pleasure? The most popular thing to do is to catch cicadas. Children in the village, every summer, will hold up a long stick covered with spider webs, far from the body of the cicadas to pounce, but unfortunately every time will return without success. The children were not discouraged because they were backed up by the older children. The older children are often wiser, they wait for the night to fall, turn on the balcony light at home, and soon after, they can hear the sound of cicadas hitting the wall, at this time, go out and reach out and jump to catch the cicadas. The simple and pure joy of the moment is self-evident.
Summer is embodied in vitality. "Out of the silt and not stained, Maundy and not demon, in the middle of the straight outside without branches." Summer is the most abundant lotus season. The pond in front of me, the lotus in full bloom, shy and beautiful, blooming lotus leaves, turquoise and majestic, they move with the wind, stretching which, dancing in which, as if the lotus fairy dance on the lotus leaves. A moment of lotus leaves drive lotus flower bends to the water, such as dragonflies jumping up like a dragonfly, such as the ballet dancers dancing on the water, soft and moving, but also clean. Tao Yuanming only love chrysanthemum, chrysanthemum can make tea, down the fire, more can represent the aspirations of great people. I love the lotus alone, more because the lotus brings us fantasy, thoughts of support.
Summer on the tongue touch. Wandering on the campus runway, trying to search for the flavor of summer in the memory. "Sell cold grass, sell cold grass, eh! Twenty cents a bowl, twenty cents a bowl ......," yelled an old man past his prime pushing a small wooden bucket cart. Most of the children who came to hear the sound, like the exchange of maltose to eat general, handing over the pick up the "treasure" and the old man to exchange the cool grass, often not much to exchange, but the children ate with relish, face filled with childish smile, that is a kind of contentment and happiness.
Jogging, accidentally tripped over themselves, lying to the side of the grass. At that moment, the mouth overflowed with a burst of bitter flavor, hurriedly spit out, to explore the truth. Bitter grass, but very effective in stopping bleeding. That astringent flavor still stimulate my taste buds, just like the memory of my grandmother gave me a taste of lotus seed as bitter, but there is also the taste of sweetness after bitterness. Grandma said that is life.
Summer, the summer of the heart, the summer of everyone's heart, contains unlimited emotions, hidden countless beautiful summer stories.
Summer prose 10"Life as the splendor of summer flowers, death as the quiet beauty of autumn leaves!" Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore once said so. In the eyes of the romantic poet, life is simple, so simple that there is only the cradle and epitaph, and the years are pure, so pure that there is only summer and autumn. Without realizing it, another summer with light steps, with a strong passion, spicy momentum, quietly came to us.
She is like a woman who has just fallen in love, warm, exuberant, passionate, seems to melt the entire universe in her hot kiss. Flowers and plants can not withstand this blazing madness, hanging down the shy head, the leaves also quietly curled up, hide their own easy to be provoked by the heart. There has always been tireless singing stream, but also finally stopped the sweet voice, wearing a seven-colored pebbles cast mask. The Dragon City in the North, although not as hot as the sauna in Jiangnan, but also enough to make the heat unbearable, can not help themselves. Just ask the breeze to come, solve a hot summer heat, send a touch of warmth and coolness.
Although the summer and hot, there is always a thousand links and feelings, but she also has many lovely places. You see! Women swaying colorful skirts, gentle summer eyes, colorful dreams of the season. Men bare their healthy skin in the sun, show off their swimming skills in rivers and swimming pools, adding endless energy and virility to the summer season. Children can rightfully drink cold drinks and eat ice-cream, enjoying the joyful privileges granted to them by summer. Older people sit in groups around the green forest buds drinking tea, chatting, playing chess, but also some fun of life.
A corner of the district also has a unique flavor, I do not know who's home loofah, along the rope built by the people, curling vine beard, spiral upward extension of the slender leaves swaying in the wind, the long green loofah hanging on the vines, the faint fragrance is very attractive, attracted passers-by couldn't help but reach out and want to go to the picking. Green grass, anonymous wildflowers in full bloom, dragonflies hovering, butterflies dancing, urchins play and chase. At this time, I do not know where to run to the golden tortoise, prostrate in the branches of small trees, attracting children's curious eyes. And on the rugged trail, a line of ants lined up, signaling the imminent arrival of a downpour.
Sure enough, in an instant, the sky was filled with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and a downpour poured over the land. In an instant it formed a puddle, and from time to time a splash of water. But this summer rain comes and goes quickly. In the blink of an eye, the wind stopped, the clouds dispersed, the rain rested, and again some wind and sunshine, flowers and birds. If not for the blue sky, the air is exceptionally fresh; if not for the flowers and trees still retain the crystal dew; if not for the breeze blowing through, let a person's heart and soul; also thought that this rain is simply a beautiful illusion, and did not really come!
Summer evening, the park is the most pleasant place to go, the sun kissed a day of the earth's afterglow is not yet completely dissipated, Xi cool wind has urged people to go to the park one after another in twos and threes, silent day of the park is gradually bustling: the old people walking, young daughters-in-law to walk the dog, there are sitting or standing in the chat. Children running, laughing, clamoring the air is boiling. Lovers arm in arm, in the shade of the trees to talk about love. The most eye-catching is the square dance of the amahs, all excited colorful, charming, twisting body, with a song has not been a song and up with the cheerful melody, dance is not happy! Laughter mixed with the fragrance of flowers and plants in the wind overflow, echoing ...... this noisy crowd, winding paths, meandering corridors and platforms, clusters of green trees, and the bridge and water, spring pool Ming, various colors of light embellishments, the formation of a fantastical and intoxicating poetic picture.
Summer nights, the hustle and bustle gradually faded, quiet. Looking up at the sky, you may find that the Milky Way has been quietly spread out, the Cowherd and Vega stars flashing among them, as if in each other's thoughts, gazing at each other, but also seems to be whispering, talking about the deep love and longing, looking forward to the Tanabata reunion. Or the moon and stars, the evening breeze, fireflies with a small green lantern shuttle in the grass, tree branches, under the eaves, a flash, fluttering to and fro; crickets singing; frogs singing, forgetting to play a summer night symphony. Or maybe the pond lotus bloom, the courtyard jasmine fragrance, the wilderness daisy elegant, willow swaying, with the wind to send belong to the dream of refreshing the heart of the fragrance flavor.
Summer brings us so much fun and mood, whether it is her warmth and beauty, or strong and bold, are exuding a unique charm, each of her landscape is so vivid and interesting, how can we not be fascinated by this colorful summer?