The blue sky, the red June. Today, another sunny day, warbler song and butterfly dance, through the beautiful purple and red hill, a different state of mind. Faithfully walked to the pavilion halfway up the hill, looking at the mountains of green bushes, appreciate the cluster of flowers in full bloom, breathing fresh air, purification from the depths of the soul of the informed, so that I am uncontrollably stretched out his hands, embracing the pure beauty of nature.
I have always hoped that the weather in June is sunny, of course, if the wind and rain can also enjoy. The rainy season of June in Jiangnan has a little romantic, sometimes intermittent and sometimes long, the season of fine rain, often the heart of a shallow wet. Came to the company, saw the rain outside the window is still falling intensively, pushed open the street window, window pedestrians with red, flower umbrellas strolling forward, skirts with the footsteps fluttering and moving, this is a colorful, dynamic rainy season in Jiangnan. Silk rain line clearly into the eyes, rain drops fall into the green leaves, fall in the mossy stone path, splashing pieces of fragmented water, a shake on the disappearance. The rain that fell to the ground, hitting the crisp sound into the ears, like a momentary slice of music, giving people the enjoyment of beauty. Some people say that the rain in June does not have the lingering spring rain, not the sadness of the fall rain. But the June rain, but with its unique spontaneity, bold to tell people a dream of early summer. The June rainy season is a gentle and quiet season, which is the characteristics of the rainy season in Jiangnan.
Wandering through the countryside, looking at the crop fields, a piece of golden wheat fields, looking at the fields of a green fruit forest, those green fruits, in this season has a youthful sunshine and charm.
June, is busy, you see that the field, a hot scene, because, after the harvest to grab seed, a moment can not stop. Yesterday or heavy wheat, has been the particles back to the warehouse, in the blink of an eye, the plains of the earth bare tendons broad chest, the pro yellow earth ah, sowed the seeds, waiting for the fall to harvest hope.
June day, alfalfa flowers flying all over the mountain, wild fruit hanging green. Watching the yellow waves of wheat fields, the joy from the farmers. Every June day, I think of the wheat is about to yellow, the childhood era of flowers and butterflies under the chase, play, bare feet stepped on the soft sandy beaches, the sunshine of the river slipping a group of loach-like partners, and people very much like the squirrels have been accompanied by the whole summer, play in all this is branded with childhood smiles. Today, when I think back, I always feel a surge of excitement in my heart, as if I want to jump out of the chest of the years. And my heart with flashbacks tightly tethered to the hometown. Yes, happy and bitter, people's lives, can never go out of the childhood growth.
The June wind is very lingering, very naughty. Early in the morning, they kissed the earth with immense joy; midday, they flaunted a splash of color, gently drifting along the hillside, caressing the skin of the mountain, and the pines and cypresses to do the game; dusk, they strummed with a soft murmur of the long zither. No plump feathers, no strong wings, June wind with confidence, in the kingdom of imagination, interpretation of the romantic love song!
Mulberry black red a tree, the farm outside the city welcome you to pick; cherry red red a tree, the farm guests want you and the whole family to pick, peach ripe, the farmers welcome you to pick, perhaps this is the most romantic and moody things, so there are often a lot of people with the whole family, or relatives and friends to go to pick,
Midsummer season, there are always a lot of dreams to go to hope to realize!
Gently pull open the curtain of June, I saw the flowers, saw the sea; I saw the wind, saw the rain; I saw the blue wings are dandelions, saw the swing swaying in the moonlight and the daughter of the eyes of the red sailboat sailing
The rain in June is very quiet, very ethereal. Those scattered elves, with chic sentiment, quietly sprinkle, slowly drift. Gently outstretched hand, pick up a drop of rain in the palm of your hand, instant cold straight into the heart, a kind of far from the hustle and bustle of the clarity of the oil rose. Pick up the umbrella fell in the rain, stepped on a splash of water, gently teased the hair ticking with the rain, gently flicked by the rain cleaned cheeks, inadvertently opened the damp heart.
The beautiful spring girl smiled with her gentle silhouette quietly away. The strong summer boy came to us.
The sea in June is happy and poetic. Playful little waves cupped a cluster of crystalline pearls, issued a clattering sound, as if humming a moving song, the fish also followed the gleeful swinging posture. The conch blew, and its majestic chorus melted into the siren of a distant voyage. The most interesting thing is that those small crabs like spiders, crawling around horizontally, gently caressing the shore reef, as if also to the beach to convey the happy mood.
Gently pull open the curtain of June, the soft wind gently, the rain drift; gently pull open the curtain of June, the fragrance of flowers full, the waves of the sea rejoice. Under the moonlight, the eyes of love flashed with love; in the shade of the forest, with the wind raised hair flicked with sweet whispers.
June days are bright, the morning just get up, think everything is silent, the sky light. When the sun came out, the neighborhood flowers and grasses with dewdrops, appearing green and vibrant in the sun. Looking up at the sky, a large large clouds
I remember the peach blossoms in the fields on the hills of my hometown, blowing through the spring breeze, walking on the rugged mountain road, charming scenery, make people happy. Spring came, the ice melted, the season is also like a budding maiden, quietly reflecting the red face, stretching to start the extension of vitality. Spring and Autumn, the plants luxuriant green landscape growth period, indicating the most beautiful of the limits of life.
Praise for the June poem:
Song Dynasty poet Wang Ling "summer drought and bitter heat": the wind is powerless to butcher the heat, the setting sun with warped flying up the mountain, people are trapped already afraid of the river and the sea exhaustion, the sky will not spare the river and the Han dry.
Wandering in the countryside, looking at the crop fields, a piece of golden wheat fields, looking at the fields of a green fruit forest, those green fruits, in this season has a youthful sunshine and charm.
Song Dynasty poet Qin Guan "cool": with a cane to chase the willow outside the cool, painting the south side of the bridge leaning on the Hu bed. The moonlight and the boat flute are different, the wind is set in the pool lotus from the fragrance.
Mulberry black red tree, outside the city's farmhouse welcome you to pick; cherry red red tree, farmhouse guests want you and the whole family to pick, peaches are ripe, farmers welcome you to pick, perhaps this is the most romantic and moody things, so often many people with the whole family, or relatives and friends to go to pick,
Southern Song poet Lu You "secluded in the early summer": the lake and mountain win! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. The water is full of sometimes viewed under the heron, the grass is deep everywhere not singing frogs. Culm sheaths have been the first bamboo shoots, wood pen is still blooming the first flower. Sigh old to cross the old end, sleep who **** afternoon ou tea
The weather in June is getting warmer and warmer, but the morning is still cooler. When I went downstairs to exercise in the morning, I found that the young leaves on the poplar trees as well as the plants and trees had grown! Growing into lush leaves now. Looking around, some of the people were wearing medium to long sleeves that weren't too thick or too thin, and others were wearing thin short sleeves. Looking up into the sky, wow! The June sunrise was much redder than before. Suddenly, there was a gust of wind, blowing on my face, ah! Coolness mixed with warmth, comfortable. By noon, it is really the red sun when the head shines ah!
Tang Dynasty poet Gao Pian "Summer in the Pavilion": green trees and thick summer long, the reflection of the platform into the pond, the water essence of the curtains move the breeze, full of roses, a yard incense.
Beautiful sentences in praise of JuneEmei in June is in need of praise, the breath of June in the city, the heat swept over the whole city, and I can not feel the presence of heat. I know that everyone in the city, are busy for life, only to make this city more noisy. The following is a compilation of beautiful sentences about the praise of June
June, we go forward together, to achieve life, to perform a song of joy that will never be regretted.
June, the original is not a suitable season to leave, either the hot sun, or rainstorms, so that people have to walk and stop, and often look back. However, which season is suitable for leaving? June, indeed, have to leave.
June, has brought us how much joy, how much fun, adsorption of our many happy times.
June's footsteps, in the city of June, slowly to the distance, between my body and heart to the east and summer.
June's footsteps from my heart, from everyone's heart, the footprints on my heart like the Great Rift Valley of East Africa, gently caressing that footprints, my heart was stung, the wound has been unable to heal.
June morning, cool air filled every corner of the world, the sun through the branches of the trees, gentle and idle sprinkled in the campus, gusts of breeze blowing, meditation, the children's reading sound clear floating heart, close your eyes, but there is a kind of indescribable tranquility, in the past, here, even if it is a viewer, but also feel enjoying a kind of serenity of the heartland.
June rain is very quiet, a bit of summer flavor, came without a sound, the glass window will be decorated with water droplets, that is not integrated pearl, but scattered elves.
The month is getting warmer, but the mornings are still a little cooler. When I went downstairs to exercise in the morning, I noticed that the tender leaves on the poplar trees as well as the plants and trees had grown! Growing into lush leaves now. Looking around, some of the people were dressed neither too thick nor too thin.
June is by no means just a monotonous dry heat. It's a child's face in June.
The pomegranate sits on the branch in June, put away the fragrance of May to compete, under the sun with the colorful weaving expansion of full of dreams.
Jumping hand in hand, singing in June, joyful face like sunflower blooming on every face, all the joyful wings vibrating in the branches of June, June is a blue sky of fantasy.
The bright red scarf is like a flame that burns in the young mind. In the ranks of the Young Pioneers, out of the echelon of the motherland tomorrow. These childish and solemn little face, vivid June, vigorous June.
A wonderful story in June in the crystal dew rolling hidden, a moving plot in the frogs and cicadas in the full wings.
The banker is lush, the trees are luxuriant, the flowers are blooming, the grass is green as a frame of red flowers and leaves in the ink scroll stretches in June between heaven and earth.
The sound of books, to add life to the June, flying willow to people with reverie; children are the future of the motherland, is the motherland garden of flowers in the morning, beautiful and incomparable.
June sunshine from the dense layers of branches and leaves down, the ground is full of copper like the size of the spot.
June is a colorful season. Farewell to the gentle spring breeze, ushered in the hot summer. The robin on the head of the tree sings; the frogs in the field sing with joy.
June's sunshine is a little hot, the smile is very good, our boobies are still as sweet, forget the lonely, throw away the trouble, do not want to mourn.
June rain is very quiet, a bit of summer flavor, came without a sound, the glass window will be decorated with water droplets, that is not integrated pearl, but scattered elves.
June is by no means just a monotonous dry heat. June day, the child's face, say change.
In the colorful color, June's straightforward character of the hot feelings of boldness, it is even more delicate.
June, is a hot day, but also a good day of rain, because it rains that people refreshing and comfortable. If there is something on your mind, just take a look at the rain outside immediately more comfortable. So, the rain in June is happy, beautiful, and even more beautiful.
June rain, is sharp, June water is cool, June flowers and plants, is lush
Early summer morning, Dongchong Village shrouded in a thin mist. The sun is not out, and the warm wind blowing on the Pearl River carries a damp coolness. The kapok has bloomed, the peach blossom has bloomed, the snow pea blossom and the vegetable blossom of various colors have bloomed, and the flat fields outside of Dongchong Village, the green and soft rice seedlings, and the pale and verdant clusters of banana leaves, swaying in the wind, present a business.
June days are bright, the morning just got up, think everything is silent, heavenly light. When the sun came out, the neighborhood flowers and grasses with dewdrops, appearing green and vibrant in the sun. Looking up at the sky, large and large clouds.
Especially in June, the landscape of my hometown is like a charming landscape painting. The most wonderful piece of this painting is the vast lotus fields in front of and behind the village, and the most pleasing to the eye is the beautiful and touching lotus flowers in a thousand different forms.
Into June, a burst of heat wave came. The sun turned into a big furnace, the whole world is baked hot hot hot.
In the colorful colors, June's straightforward character of the hot feelings of boldness, it is even more delicate.
June, the sun is hot, the heat stays. But this wind and fire is far from being able to hide the rich connotation of the season, the street, the flow of people, with colorful clothes and makeup, converged into a seven-color rainbow across the sky and the earth, depicting the life of the beauty of the poetic.
June, began to get used to the quiet mind, no longer irritable, no longer a touch, so calm as water, no wave marks. Just, sometimes inexplicably smile, sometimes want to hide and cry. These are all irrelevant.
June, is a rainy season, accustomed to hold an umbrella, in the rain alone, let the heart cool as water. I like to tilt my head in the rain, wet hair face, and then quietly feel the corner of the eye overflow of warmth across the corner of the lips of the release.
The beautiful spring girl smiled and crept away with her gentle silhouette. The strong summer boy came to us.
The pomegranate sits on the branch in June, puts away the fragrance of May to compete for the beauty, and weaves the swelling full of dreams with streams of color under the blazing sun.
Into June, a wave of heat came. The sun became a big furnace, the whole world is baked hot hot hot.
I always hope that the weather in June is sunny, of course, if the wind and rain can also enjoy. The rainy season of June in Jiangnan has a little romantic, sometimes intermittent and sometimes long, the season of fine rain, often the heart of a shallow wet. Came to the company, saw the rain outside the window is still falling intensively, pushed open the street window, window pedestrians with red, flower umbrellas strolling forward, skirts with the footsteps fluttering and moving, this is a colorful, dynamic rainy season in Jiangnan. Silk rain line clearly into the eyes, rain drops fall into the green leaves, fall in the mossy stone path, splashing pieces of fragmented water, a shake on the disappearance. The rain that fell to the ground, hitting the crisp sound into the ears, like a momentary slice of music, giving people the enjoyment of beauty. Some people say that the rain in June does not have the lingering spring rain, not the sadness of the fall rain. But the June rain, but with its unique spontaneity, bold to tell people a dream of early summer. The June rainy season is a gentle and quiet season, which is characterized by the rainy season in Jiangnan.
Wandering through the countryside, looking at the crop fields, a piece of golden wheat fields, looking at the fields of a green fruit forest, those green fruits, in this season has a youthful sunshine and charm.
June, is busy, you see that the field, a hot scene, because, after the harvest to grab seed, a moment can not stop. Yesterday or heavy wheat, has been the particles back to the warehouse, in the blink of an eye, the plains of the earth bare tendons broad chest, the pro yellow earth ah, sowed the seeds, waiting for the fall to harvest hope.
June day, alfalfa flowers flying all over the mountain, wild fruit hanging green. Watching the yellow waves of the wheat field, the joy of the farm family. Every June day, I think of the wheat is about to yellow, the childhood era of flowers and butterflies under the chase, play, bare feet stepped on the soft sandy beaches, the sunshine of the river slipped a group of loach-like partners, and people very much like the squirrels have been accompanied by the whole summer, play in all this is branded with childhood smile. Today, when I think back, I always feel a surge of excitement in my heart, as if I want to jump out of the chest of the years. And my heart with flashbacks tightly tethered to the hometown. Yes, happy and bitter, people's lives, can never go out of the childhood growth.
The June wind is very lingering, very naughty. Early in the morning, they kissed the earth with immense joy; midday, they flaunted a splash of color, gently drifting along the hillside, caressing the skin of the mountain, and the pines and cypresses to do the game; dusk, they strummed with a soft murmur of the long zither. No plump feathers, no strong wings, June wind with confidence, in the kingdom of imagination, interpretation of the romantic love song!
Mulberry black red a tree, the farm outside the city welcome you to pick; cherry red red a tree, the farm guests want you and the whole family to pick, peaches are ripe, the farmers welcome you to pick, perhaps this is the most romantic and moody things, so there are often a lot of people with the whole family, or relatives and friends to go to pick,
Midsummer season, there are always a lot of dreams to go to hope to realize!
Gently pull open the curtain of June, I saw the flowers, saw the sea; I saw the wind, saw the rain; I saw the blue wings are dandelions, saw the swing swaying in the moonlight and the daughter of the eyes of the red sailboat sailing
The rain in June is very quiet, very ethereal. Those scattered elves, with chic sentiment, quietly sprinkle, slowly drift. Gently outstretched hand, pick up a drop of rain in the palm of the hand, the instant cold straight into the heart, a kind of far from the hustle and bustle of the clarity of the oil rose. Pick up the umbrella fell in the rain, stepped on a splash, lightly teased the hair of the ticking rain, lightly flicked by the rain cleaned cheeks, inadvertently opened up the humid mood.
The June sunshine is very warm, the smile is very good, our boobies are still as sweet, forget about loneliness, throw away the worries, do not want to grieve.
Gently pull open the curtain of June, I saw the flowers saw the sea; I saw the wind saw the rain; I saw the long blue wings are dandelions, saw swaying in the moonlight swing and daughter of the eyes of the red sailboat sailing
On the June summer heat, the village was the first to react. They use tall trees as umbrellas to hold up a heavy shade of green, hoping to block the white sun. But the head of the hot sun, this a green umbrella can play a big role?
The breath of June in the city filled, the heat swept over the whole city, and I do not feel the presence of heat. I know that everyone in the city, are busy for life, only to make this city more noisy.
June is like a fairyland, and it is fascinating. Look at the endless reckless, gushing and swirling; look at the endless hectares of green, ten thousand purple blue light. June, the scenery is fascinating, willow stands river sparkling, playground flat and clean, classroom floating dream
Gently pull open the curtain of June, soft wind gently, the rain drift; gently pull open the curtain of June, the fragrance of the flowers full, the waves rejoice. Under the moonlight, the eyes of love flashed with love; in the shade of the forest, with the wind raised hair flicked sweet whispers.
June days are bright, the morning just get up, think everything is silent, the sky light. When the sun came out, the neighborhood flowers and grasses with dewdrops, appearing green and vibrant in the sun. Looking up at the sky, large and large clouds.
June, the sun is hot, the heat stays. But this wind and fire is far from being able to cover up the rich connotation of the season, the street, the influx of people, with colorful clothes and makeup, converged into a seven-color rainbow across the sky and the earth, depicting the life of the beauty of the poetry.
June is like a fairyland, people are fascinated. Look at the endless reckless, gushing and swirling; look at the endless hectares of green, ten thousand purple blue light. June, the scenery is fascinating, willow stands river sparkling, playground flat and clean, classroom dream
However, the June rain came and went in a hurry. After the storm, the sun soon showed its smiling face again. After a fresh rain in the countryside, the temperature always drops and the air is much fresher. Sometimes, a curved rainbow appears in the sky after the rain clears.
Midsummer season, there are always a lot of dreams to hope to realize, climbing mountains, water, feel the grace of nature, this is a lot of people's a phoenix wish, near the mountains and drama, alongside the water, the mountains and the water, standing in such a season, there is always a kind of spirit and excitement.
A wonderful story in the June crystal dew rolling in the hidden, a moving plot in the frogs and cicadas in the full wings.
Crops flourish, trees lush, flowers bloom, grass green as a frame of red and green ink scroll stretches in June between heaven and earth.
June Xu, up and down, constituting a picture of the beauty of the harvest. How majestic is this scene! Roadside green grass set in the golden wheat waves, yellow rapeseed flowers emit a burst of fragrance, attracting a swarm of diligent bees. A big beautiful butterfly also gathered on the path as if in a hurry, dancing. A few small sparrows with greedy mouths ran to the endless waves of wheat.
In this city of June, I think of the passing past. The stars are crying, why do they always hit my brow on a windy moonlit night. In a very deep night, breathe a piece of silent air. The night, so quiet, so long, so quiet that it suffocates, so long that it is lonely. June rain, constantly falling, hard hitting the lost land, why I feel heartache.
Early morning in June, may blow a little wind, but a moment on the past, people have not been addicted to, God put the wind away. But a moment later, the sun came out, shining the earth hot, and at this time the wind is not as early as the morning so obedient, not only is not a cool wind, but also a hot wind, I think, this may be what people call the smoky wind!
June is a season of sudden progress. Everything is growing unchecked, especially the summer green, thick and deep, dominating the mountains, although it is reflected in the flowers, but in fact it is green and red. After the rain, bamboo shoots sprung up on the earth overnight, bamboo fast growth, joints swell straight sound, the original grass luxuriant away, forest trees and increased a circle of the year.
June is a season of change, it sometimes cry, sometimes laugh. A moment of clear skies, clear blue sky, sky high clouds, the sun is on fire; a moment of low cloud dark, dark clouds, wind roar; a moment of heaven, thunder, lightning and thunder; a moment of heavy rain, pouring rain,; a moment of rain, rainbow bridge over the North and South. Summer is like a child's face, no sign of change.
The sun is no longer so fierce, it converged on the capricious, so the moon gradually appeared in the sky. The yellowish full moon appeared and disappeared, it is so small, so pale, almost like a piece of pie that is about to fall down. The sun packs up the afterglow, slowly hidden in the distance under the trees, the clouds in the sky is dyed a red-orange, so blinding, but also with the descent of the sun slowly become lighter, lighter, until completely disappeared.
The wilderness was hotter in June. Ridge obviously become burned feet, if you walk barefoot on the sun-exposed stones, it is even more heart-breaking hot. Good in the seedlings did not fear, farmers have long given them a rice paddy full of water, they gurgle drink full, from time to time with a green sneeze, stretching the green waist, carrying the hope of a good harvest, do not care about the June sun under the plucking flowers.
June, a slightly hot weather, the sun hanging high in the sky, like a big ball of fire, hot, dazzling, the earth as if it was scorched, all creatures are like in the steamer, stifling intolerable heat. The creek dried up, the trees and plants lowered their heads, and the grass fell to the ground. Puppies lay under the eaves with their tongues out, panting. Adults sweated and shook their fans, and children dipped their bare bottoms in the pond.
Everything green spring past, a snap of the fingers. June 22 to, the sun directly standing in the Tropic of Cancer, summer, the season of fire again came.
The sound of books, to add vitality to June, flying willow to people with reverie; children are the future of the motherland, is the motherland garden in the morning flowers, beautiful.
Jumping hand in hand, singing in June, joyful face like sunflower bloom in every face, all the joyful wings vibrate in the branches of June, June is a blue sky of fantasy.
The rain in June is very quiet, a bit of summer flavor, came without a sound, the glass window is decorated with water droplets, it is not integrated pearl, but scattered elves.
Idioms describing June
Large-size: Large-size in winter and large-size in summer, and large-size in the morning. It is said to warm the blankets in winter and fan the mats in summer, wait for your parents to sleep at night, and go to them in the morning to ask them to be at peace. It indicates that the parents are being served in every possible way.
Summer comes and winter goes: summer passes and winter comes. It refers to the passage of time.
Frost in June: a metaphor for a wrongful imprisonment in the old days.
Five Yellow June: refers to the hottest weather in the fifth and sixth months of the lunar calendar.
Flying frost in June: in the old days, it was a metaphor for a wrongful imprisonment.
Fire Umbrella: Fire Umbrella: a metaphor for the summer sun; Zhang: unfolding. It describes the summer sun in the sky, very hot.
Bright sun like fire: the strong sunlight seems to be like fire. Describe the weather is very hot.
Summer stove and winter fan: build a stove in summer and fan in winter. It is a metaphor for doing things that are not in line with the needs of the time, and not getting any benefits after all the efforts.
槁苏暍醒：to revive the withered, to revive the sunstroke. It describes a person who has been rescued from suffering and regained his life.
Dew banknote and snow compilation: It means to be diligent in collecting and copying, day and night, summer and cold.
The hot days are over and the cold days are coming. It describes the passage of time. It is also called "summer to cold".
Summer rain Qi cold: summer rain, winter cold. Book of Junya: summer rain, the small people only said grudging advice, winter Qi cold, the small people also only said grudging advice, the only hard! Cai Shen set of biographies: Qi, also big. Summer rain Qi cold, small people complain about consulting, self-inflicted injuries to the life of the difficult also. Later, the summer rain Qi cold for complaining about the difficult livelihood of the dictionary.
Shen Li floating melon: eat in the cold water dipped melon. It describes the life of summer.
Sinking plums and melons: eating melons and fruits dipped in cold water. It describes the life of summer.
Five winters and six summers: no matter how cold or hot.
Cicada: It is a metaphor for studying hard regardless of summer and winter.
Cicadas do not know snow: Cicadas are born in the summer and die in the fall, but they do not see snow. It is a metaphor for people who do not have a wide range of knowledge.
Spring is born in summer, autumn is harvested and winter is stored: spring is born, summer grows, autumn is harvested and winter is stored. It refers to the general process of agricultural production. It is also a metaphor for the process of occurrence and development of things.
Winter sun and summer clouds: winter sun, summer clouds. It is a metaphor for a person's gentle and friendly attitude, which makes people willing to get close to him.
Large-size: Large-size: cool. Large-size: Large-sized: Large-sized: Summer Large-sized: Large-sized: Summer This refers to filial piety. Now it is also referred to as large-size: large-size: cool in winter and large-size: cool in summer. It means that it never stops throughout the year.
1. Embrace the happiness of June and murmur the notes of dreams.
2. Entering June, a wave of heat hits the face. The sun has turned into a big furnace, and the whole world is baked hot hot hot.
3, June, walking in the hot city, a person is always remembering something, I know my heart is still walking in another city.
4, the breath of June in the city, the heat swept over the city.
5, in June, like the clean sky, like the clean sky under the white clouds, like the white clouds under the beautiful text, like the beautiful text cohesion of the serenity and calm.
6, June's sunshine is very warm, the smile is very good, our boobies are still so sweet, forget lonely, throw away the trouble, do not want to grieve.
7, you have burned my soul, the true love of the lines of poetry, ah, only to write love in the June wind, to you.
8, the May durian has fallen into a ball, the June moon season will bloom again smile, she seems to have forgotten the last fall regret, did not even find in the heat of the June sun will burn the arm, laughing and stepping into the fence.
9, rotating earth, running time, June's footsteps, in a noisy city, stopped.
10, in the earth in June fragrance, you step on the song, blooming in the sun, there are bees lightly hovering, there are butterflies affectionate dance.
11, walked through the June, long life edge a few, like a dream.
12, cut a wisp of June sun, Juju a handful of wind in June, the infinite thoughts sent in the text inside the meeting, y attached to the mind in the shake of the heart, sincere feelings in the heart of the haunting hovering, the taste of longing is sweet candied fruit.
13, flowers bloom playful smile, dark fragrance floating, light flower fragrance filled in June, moisturizing a curtain dream.
14, June, walking in the summer, looking at the sky cloud tour, enjoy the flowers and secluded.
15, June, there is an incomparably accurate vocabulary, which covers the entire month of every day and night, so that I am pleased to accept it and can not break free from its hold, the word, it is so helpless and let a person easily submit to this month, because of its ubiquity, but also because of its unswerving pursuit, become long and anxious up, the word, in fact, is so simple, so banal, so casual, so naggingly faithful to follow us. It, is waiting.
16, June's footsteps, in this June city, slowly to the distance, between my body and heart to the east and summer.
17, June's footsteps from my heart, from everyone's heart.
18, June's rainy, June's silence, June's laziness, June's melancholy, all because of the waiting, but also because of the waiting for the constant renewal and lengthening, and become nourishing, pathetic and lovely up.
19, June rain comes and goes in a hurry. After the storm, the sun soon showed its smiling face again. After a new rain in the countryside, the temperature always drops, and the air will be much fresher. Sometimes a curved rainbow appears in the sky after the rain clears. In the colorful color, June's straightforward character of the hot feelings of boldness, it is even more delicate.
20, June night, shake a fan, stars, bright dome; such as my thoughts, flashing now and then; the moonlight is hazy, like water, such as a dream; such as my attachment, the most beautiful and true.