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The flowing water of time, roaming over the riverbed of spring, surging into the river of summer. In the morning, the rooster in the chicken coop, the high-pitched and magnificent beating sound, woke up my dreamland. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and stretched, so I opened the window and realized that there was a slight coolness in the early morning air. It was raining, intermittently, sometimes heavy, sometimes light, pattering. Take advantage of the good morning and go outdoors to enjoy the romance of summer rain.
The early summer rain lowered the hot temperature, the temperature is the most suitable for farmers to plow the whole field, the most suitable for women to transplant rice. Just after the wheat harvest, the field is a busy scene, some men drive the "iron ox" in the finishing rice paddies, some fertilization of paddy fields, busy and happy; women are laughing and talking, while transplanting rice seedlings while discussing: "the sky has a heavenly number, the Lord knows that we have to transplant rice seedlings, so the rain in fact, it is for us to cool off the summer heat, the summer rain is a kind of good understanding. The summer rain is very understanding." Listening to their discussion, I walked along the ridge toward the creek, the rain drenched our hair, I hurried to find a big tree, want to take shelter under the tree while enjoying. This is an elm tree, it grows in the head of the creek dam, it looks like the tree pole is thick, the top of the tree branches to all sides, the diameter is very large, the branches of the tree is full of lush leaves, branches and leaves, green like a big umbrella open. Overlooking the river, intermittent and sometimes large and small rain, hit the water splashed flowers, large like la ba flower, small like petunias, a string of disorderly. Not long after, the rain stopped, the water returned to calm, the river I do not know who raised a few ducks, from where to hide from the rain, "quack quack quack" around looking for food, a moment of "smack" to eat water plants, a moment of the head into the water, buttocks up, underwater looking for small screws to eat. Suddenly, a duck seemed to be caught in the water. Suddenly, a duck seems to be in the water fish pecked down the red palm, a shock, they opened their wings to beat the water, the red palm plucking wave forward.
All the way to the eye is full of green, as much as the green sea. The summer rain's tenderness, the spring's tender green into a mature deep green. The green of the trees, the green of the seedlings, the green of the lotus leaves in the He pond, the green is magical, the green is refreshing, this is the return of the earth's nurturing love, but also the nourishing meaning of the rain.
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Summer, is the temperature soaring time, the sun is hot, sunburned people scalp numb, sweating, vast and sprawling rice paddies, a glance is a sea of green. A gust of wind over, seedlings swinging head to experience the enthusiasm of the sun; ridge soybean leaves one by one, like a parasol, against the scorching sun of the fire, protect the roots of the soil moisture. Under the scorching sun, the back of the guardian of the rice field, a water steward, is often seen. He is short, white hair, wrinkles on his face is the wheel of the years, dark skin, but walking on the ground sound, at a glance is an old man with rich experience in farming. He shouldered a shovel, the head of the sun, walking in the rice paddies on each ridge to see, and then open the irrigation of the mouth, for the sun baked thirsty rice paddies to add water, and at any time to inform each family to fertilize, for the supply of seedlings with sufficient nutrients. There are also farmers carrying sprayers in the field, spraying for the seedlings to prevent disease and metallurgy, so that they are not invaded by pests, so that they grow up healthily in the sun. They take care of the crops as children, is looking forward to a good harvest in the fall.
Behind my house, there is a piece of the wife's operation of the small Lai garden, which has a cucumber, squash, tomato melon, leeks, beans, eggplant and so on. Cucumber, knife bean vine seems to be not adapted to the hot sun exposure, early withered curtain. Only the loofah, tomato gourd vine can withstand the test of the scorching sun, in the enthusiasm of enjoying the hot sun, indulge in growth, their deep green leaves like a banana fan, their vine more and more long, full of melons, leafy vines hanging below the loofah. The squash vine on the ground also bear a lot of squash, some of the flat ball type like a teapot, some of the top small bottom big like a long neck wine bottle. The eggplants are growing, purple eggplants are long and close to the ground, like a purple sandalwood walking stick. That a row of leeks next to the rice paddies, a plant in a row and seedlings compete for green, looking away from each other, silently competing for growth. See these vegetables that are not afraid of the hot sun to thrive, I think, it does not open mouth does not speak, but the heart of such a thought, the hot sun is merciless than sentient.
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The summer night moon decorated with the charm of the night, rice paddies lined with the warmth of the night, in this moonlight, insects and birds without song of the night, I still stroll in the countryside on the road, enjoy the rice paddies moonlight tenderness; listening to the cicadas and the frogs of the celestial music. Fly tired of fireflies resting feet in the field of turquoise rice leaves, exudes a flash of light, in the boundless green sea, like the sky in the crystal bright stars. Not yet rested dragonflies and some flying insects, flying from afar, pursuing the street lamps. The light, fly ah crash ah, accidentally, a dragonfly just fell on my body, and then, and quickly spread their wings and fly away one by one, they are romantic and romantic to come and go.
In the distance, the village entertainment plaza, "Little Apple" music, that is, people walking in the cool square dance. Found in front of a couple hand in hand in the walk, the male wearing a pair of shorts, wearing a piece of T-shirt printed with a red heart, a small head dressed up in order, courteous and scholarly temperament. The woman wore a red plaid skirt, upper body also wearing a T-shirt printed with a red heart couples, head tied a ponytail-style braid, head movement braid dance, youthful vitality of the fair lady. They are whispering, the man said: "the countryside summer night is too beautiful, there is a delicate moon; there are cicadas and frogs, there are dancing fireflies, a good picture of the beauty of nature." The woman said, "Yes! In the field to see the moon and in the campus to see a different vision, the vast night sky, the moon is more white, the stars are more bright." The man went on to say: "The pure moon is you, the winking stars is me in the deep love watching you, you are the moon Chang'e, and I am the little white rabbit following you." The young girl listened to those sweet words, shyly lowered her head, and could not help but embrace each other in the young man's bosom cell. Suddenly, the woman seemed to remember something, said to the man: "I heard that the countryside pond has lotus, tonight, if you appreciate the lotus under the moon that is too perfect." The man said, "Okay, let's go and look for them, they will be there for sure." The woman said, "I heard that wherever there are frogs in the pond, there are lotus flowers, because frogs always rest their feet on the lotus leaves." The man said, "That's right! You are the beautiful lotus flower out of the mud, I am the handsome frog prince. ″Said said, a couple in love hand in hand, fingers linked forward to find go. I hurry to go around and away, do not want to worry about them, looking at their far away back, reminiscing about their honeyed words, my heart seems to be a little bit of palpitations, as if re-huffing the previous section of me. Yes! "The flowers in the water for whom to bloom, the moon in the water into pairs", they kissed me tonight under the moonlight, how romantic. Summer is not the time for flowers to bloom, but under the moon on this warm summer night, the flowers of love are nurtured, and I believe it will bloom more and more colorful.