In the fourth month of the lunar calendar, entering the summer, the temperature warms up, April has the alias of Meng Xia, Yin month, Plum month. The three months of summer in the lunar calendar, i.e., April, May and June, are correspondingly called Meng Xia, Midsummer and Quarter Summer. The following is my compilation of beautiful excerpts about describing the early summer, welcome to read.
First: the description of the early summer of the beautiful excerpts
always feel, time is too fast, without realizing it, another season.
Early summer is mostly rain, and the sunny days after the rain are always so clear and bright. The street flying skirt shows the woman's charm, those colorful fine flower skirt, in this is not yet hot climate, really added some summer flavor.
The sun, not thick or light, not warm or hot, the most suitable for leisure time wandering in the countryside. Walking on the road, full of lush green is more than fragrant warmth around, it seems, those green all soaked with refreshing dark fragrance. Occasionally, a gust of wind blew, the tip of the nose will be full of clear flavor, so, facing the wind, slow down their footsteps, and let their thoughts swim.
Clear sky, slightly some clouds, occasionally, the sun shyly hid in, instantly, there is a breeze across the skin.
Early summer season, the air always exudes a charming elegance, a large swath of a large green village supporting the fragrance of beautiful flowers, such as a beautiful landscape painting, soft and charming. The first thing you need to do is to look around, and there's always a lot of joy in your heart.
Not far away, some of the green, yellow, red fruit hanging full of heavy branches, there are a number of wild fruits do not name, I know, the kind of green is plums, yellow kind of loquat, the red kind of peach, see here, really want to throw them into the mouth one by one, one by one to taste enough.
Always like the flavor of the season, just like I like a certain person, a certain thing, a certain way of scenery.
The past, always in the mood of the most flooded when the emergence.
That summer came especially early, the beginning of May, the streets are visible many many fruits, and pure white pure white gardenia and beige yellow jordan. In all the fragrance of flowers, my favorite is these two flavors.
At that time, especially favor this fragrance, every time I see the old grandpa and grandma with a flower basket passing by, always run to the front, buy a big hand on the tip of the nose under the kiss, and then, take it home to find a vase full of water, and then put a few grains of salt in the water, put the flowers in the bottle, it is said that, in the water with the salt, so that the flowers can be more time to keep fresh. Whether it is true or not, as long as I like things, I will be certified to treat every emotion, just like my first encounter with the encounter.
That summer, the gardenia bloomed especially much, full of streets can smell its fragrance, that pure flavor, so far remember, face will emerge a big smile.
In fact, I do not like the summer, because of fear of heat, fear of mosquito bites, fear of the hot sun tanned my skin, so the general summer are rarely out. However, your sentence, ? I'm not afraid, I'm here? enough to give me enough courage. So in an afternoon sunshine, surprisingly follow you all the way running, to a full of gardenia hillside. When the mountain of pure white in front of my eyes, I swear, is the first time in my life I saw so many gardenias, and is the most brilliant flowering time. I was surprised to touch one by one, kissed lightly, could not take them off, for fear of hurting their meridians, touching their skin, just like I am afraid of hurting your heart.
You picked a branch of the largest and the best one in my head, softly said, like it? Looking at your sweaty face, silly smile, I know that this smile, I will treasure for life, and this pure flavor, will be branded in the heart for life.
Years past, flowers, or that kind of flowers, taste or that kind of taste, just not the original pure flavor, but, deep in the memory, I still maintain the strongest and deepest emotions of this flavor. Because those pure white is so clean.
Never deny that this flavor is the flavor of my soul, when my mood is in the doldrums, I will still be in these aromatherapy to find a release site.
Perhaps, a lot of things we can not be banished, meet is a lifetime of attachment, like these flowers, after many years, I still remember that the white petals, there is the purest love of the fragrance.
I know, people have never been able to go out of the emotional enclosure, just like you can not go out of my sight, when the fragrance of the first summer to open again, I will still be looking for this dark fragrance, along the lines of memory, back and forth in the path of the paved with the fragrance of the flowers?
The second part: describes the early summer of the beautiful excerpts
In the sunset of the afterglow, quietly busy in the busy. Occasionally pause, unnoticed, a piece of flying flowers minus the spring, lush trees, is already the early summer.
The back of the long shadow pulled in the sunlight, through the tree-lined path, the light wind sent a hint of coolness, sunlight and shadow interlacing, mixed with the fragrance of the unknown flowers. Close your eyes and breathe gently, fresh and comfortable. But the time is like the sound of water, not to be ashamed of the years not to be ashamed of the Secretary.
Early summer, fresh and hazy. Under the sun, the blue sky is empty and boundless, the breeze gently blew, with the new green leaves gently sound, in the warm sun, the whole heart is immersed in the drunken beauty of the time.
Life twists and turns ups and downs, calm is always rare, love this moment of beauty. People, it is always in the as-is or not as-is struggling to spend, when the excessive pursuit of the most simple beauty instead of ignoring. Therefore, there is: life is not a lack of beauty, but a lack of eyes to find beauty. When when obsessed with the so-called dream and the pursuit of the time, but did not want to miss so many years of Shaoguang, this is worth thinking about.
The people who chased the deer could not see the mountains and water.
A lifetime of ups and downs, initially with a clear and transparent heart, just in the stacks of life, gradually forgotten, slowly lost. The mountains are difficult to cross, who sadly lost the way of the people, Ping Shui met, all the guests in other places. Dissecting the reality after the ideal, and not life is not just the immediate metropolis, there are poems and faraway places. Far away is just a lame excuse, the wind is farther away than far away. Fingertips flowing sand, passed away no longer come back, can not help time like the sound of water, is already the early summer. Far away, but is a cowardly excuse, cherish the present, live in the present.
Many people like to travel to distant places. But never thought of, the sea because the good is like water, the wall is because of no desire is just. The roadside of the nameless wildflowers may also be more fragrant than the expensive flowers, the beauty of another layer of definition in the audience's realm and mentality. Life is never short of beauty, the same Yangtze River, each poet has a different style of poetry.
The goodness of the water is like water, and the light returns to the quiet.
Hot but full of sadness, hopeless graduation season. In the afterglow of the setting sun, doing the last struggle before parting, is the graduation class, summer, filled with sadness.
Time whispering, the sound of those years echoed in the years, bell years, in this summer record.
Third: describing the early summer of the beautiful excerpts
The elegant fragrance filled the entire campus sky. Every morning, students take the mouth-watering breakfast, smell the fragrance of the road, strolling on the way to the teaching building, to start a new day of life. Do you want to live like this every day, week after week? If you don't want it, then why not make it different with the help of this intense early summer?
In this gardenia blossom everywhere, green early summer in May, the years in the quiet flow, like the first ray of sunshine in the morning, softly, warmly fade. We can't catch it, and we can't touch it. Therefore, I can only lean against the side of the bed when I open my eyes every day, and quietly watch the sunlight shining into the window slowly narrowing, narrowing again, and finally even the thinnest strand is no longer visible. In that moment, I felt that something was slowly draining out of my body, and my breathing gradually became rapid as a faint voice echoed in my head: quick, grab it. However, when I was about to reach out and grab it, all that was left in front of me was a shadowy scene, and even that last vague glimmer of clarity dissipated. I went crazy and opened my hands to grab it desperately, however, as usual, I could not catch anything. I was disappointed, staring blankly at the window that a standing gardenia tree.
I often think, there is something that I can always have it, it will not fade, can always stay by my side. In my step by step metamorphosis of the journey, I hope that there is a partner can let me no longer lonely face everything. However, such a companion can be found but not sought.
Walking on the quiet path, looking at the spring color in the campus, the heart is immensely gratified, at least, the rosebuds blossomed smile stopped my scattered thoughts. I walked up, gently and lovingly stroked her face, with her to feel the early summer sun. The breeze whisked a wisp of gardenia fragrance, slowly invaded my nostrils. I closed my eyes and inhaled y. I smelled the scent of early summer that was mixed in the scent of gardenia? Gentle yet rigid, I tasted a sweet flavor in it again, refreshing, mint-like and soothing. In such an early summer, I feel like my body is being infused with fresh blood, and I want to start all over again.
Those who have lost, those who have not been able to get, those who have been irretrievable, I want to start all over again, pick up those fragments to put together a complete picture. With the help of this spirit-filled early summer, I want to paint my life once again, making it delicate, full and complete.
Xu Zhimo once said: ? Gently I left, just as I gently come; I gently waved goodbye to the clouds of the western sky. I'd like to be like him, and I'd like to be like him. I also want to be like him, gently come, gently go. Unfortunately, I'm not him, I can't do what he did. I can only pen heavily depicted in the rice paper to leave a deep imprint, I do not want my life in the light in the past; I also do not want when I look back one day, the mind flashes a white paper without any folds, even if there is a slight reflection. That kind of life, talk about life? I want to leave a piece of square land belonging to me, even though I will not describe a piece of the river and mountains, but I will leave a garden full of early summer there.
Walking and stopping, the side swept through the fuzzy figure, perhaps, they were not fuzzy, just, in my eyes, they are so. Maybe my eyes were covered by the large gardenia trees in front of me, maybe I am sedentary in my small world can not extricate themselves, see what are just shadows. The years are long, life geometry?
The wind blew, scattered petals all over the garden, sporadic, like elves dressed in white dance sleeves in the air to swing back and forth, a note, convergence into a song of quiet and elegant soul, invade the soul of people, wake up the soul is sleeping in the depths of another self. Child, I know, you desire in your life journey to be able to trace out their own plate. However, you do not know how to seize the opportunity in front of you, every day immersed in their own world can not be extricated, often lamenting the shortness of life. However, do you know? Life is unpredictable, eagerly open your hands to grasp the shadow that is about to dissipate, in the end, you did not catch anything. Look at this scene in front of you, from another angle, you will find the beauty of life. Even if life is passing by, you can keep that most beautiful moment.
Early summer, my early summer, you are full of strong feelings, like a clear spring slowly flowed into my heart, let my life exudes gardenia-like fragrance and light.
Strong love early summer, the years like a song.
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