Drunken Summer Night Prose Essay

Summer dinner, the sun after a day of blazing hot fire baked also slowly slipped down the hillside, the earth also began to slowly reduce its temperature. At this time, a family, pairs of lovers, a group of people, all to the tree-lined parks, streams to walk cool, to dance a variety of square dance. I also have the habit of walking, at nightfall, out of the house. The city where I live is a city under the Xuefeng Mountain in Hunan Province, a beautiful mountain city that the people say is a city dragged by a train. She was like a shining pearl set in the beautiful western border of Hunan under the backdrop of night. Row to Heming state, I climbed 30 meters high on top of the Heming Tower, standing on the platform of the top of the tower to watch, that criss-crossed transportation facilities, constituting the city's blood and skeleton, the streets of the car a close to one, a row close to a row, as if flowing a string of dazzling pearls, but also like a line of scintillating stars on the move. By this time, the streetlights far and near were already lit up, like a long river of shimmering waves. The orb-shaped street lamps were like pearls magnified tens of thousands of times; when they were clustered together, they resembled bunches of grapes. That one lamp post with a globe light high up, like a blooming red lotus. These lights are intertwined, the whole city illuminated colorful, like a fairy tale world.

When night falls, the city's square dance has entered the climax of the hot dance, I came from the Red Star Bridge to the Tianxing Square, from the place where there are lights look, in the colorful, colorful plaza, you see that the dancing crowd, most of them are over the age of old people. Their dance is not inferior at all, not slow at all, but elegant and heroic, their dance steps are idle and elegant, their movements are gentle and graceful. They danced hand in hand, like eagles spreading their wings, making people clap their hands and go back and forth. I don't know how to dance, but with the passionate music and the stirring songs, I danced clumsily behind them, following the rhythm of the music. Suddenly a stream of water from the ground to the sky, as if the golden dragon out of the world, I know that the square started the fountain, you see that the fountain splash translucent crystal water like a young girl dancing in the air, like a colorful rainbow, like the seven fairies in the sprinkling of flowers, that the thin mist of water sprinkled on the head, body, feel very comfortable. Many naughty children ran into the fountain, singing, jumping, happy to the extreme, the whole body clothes wet, still no feeling, still in the fountain water mist at large.

Summer evening wind blowing on the body of people still have temperature, as if there is no cooling feeling, I walked out of the dance in the Star Plaza and the fountain in the water mist, in the curved moon under the step, in the light of the street lamps walking, unknowingly came to the stadium swimming pool, the temperature of the summer night to the flat as a mirror of the water surface turned up layer after layer of waves, oh, a lot of adults with children in the pool water swimming, some of them are swimming themselves, some of them are fathers with their children, some of them have to go to the pool. Swimming on their own, some fathers with swimming, some are climbing in the lifebuoy swimming, swimming children in the diving, they climbed from the pool diving platform, one after another flopping, flopping and jumping into the pool, so that the pool's water surface blossomed out of the layers of silver flowers, such as the spring flowers bloomed in the swimming pool. Children are like a lively and lovely ducklings, swimming freely in the pool. They are doing many different tricks! Some are swimming butterfly; some are swimming breaststroke; and some are swimming backstroke! They were laughing, screaming and shouting in the water. Seeing the happy faces of these children, I seemed to have returned to my childhood. When I was a child, my mother was an elementary school teacher, teaching in the countryside elementary school, I and my sister, my brother, my sister and I followed my mother in the countryside to study, in the summer, the countryside and I am similar to the children all day long soak in the pond, swimming in the pond, in the pond water fights, I am very envious, very much looking forward to share the little ones in the pond water play in the happy, my mother strict control, not allowed to go to play in the pond creeks and not allowed to go to the ponds, My mom was very strict and forbade me to go to the pond or stream to play or to bathe in the pond or stream. Whenever there are little friends in the pond to play, enjoy swimming, I had to stand in the pond side of the sigh. Sometimes, when my mother was not at home, I followed my friends to take a dip in the shallow pond. Soak in the pond for a long time, also learned to swim. From then on, my mother did not stop me from going to the pond, the river to bathe.

The night is very beautiful, the night is very nostalgic, I with such a mood, and continue my night walk, this time the earth also open to make the cool up, I want to be away from the day and night of the city a little farther, away from this noisy, busy, never stop a little farther away from the city, to quiet my thoughts. Suburban sky seems hazy, her night is not as bright as the city, no city as the halo, only hanging in the sky of the round of the curved moon revealed its light, I looked up at the curved moon, as if I walked it also walked the feeling that I stopped my footsteps on the ground, it is not moving in the distant skies, did not come to the fifteenth day of the day is the curved moon, it is like the party flag embedded with the take the golden sickle, let the party flag, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon. The golden sickle, let us like the moonlight is always bright and bright, like docked in the sea harbor in the curved boat, so that we will always have the warmth and tenderness of home, the moon that half-round face, elegant and peaceful, gentle and generous, it is through the bright eyes, through the moving willow eyebrow, through the bright smile, like a Pavilion nymphs standing high in the sky, transparent like a thin layer of Gauze, looks extraordinarily charming and proud, such a night is constantly striking my heartstrings, in stirring my memories of the past, the night in the countryside than the city's night seems more peaceful, the sky bright stars, blinking, in the empty conditions of the night, looks extraordinarily high and extraordinarily far away, in front of my eyes by the water mist haze cover the village house, looks silent, is immersed in a dreamlike tranquility. Both sides of the road on the leaves of the delicate grass, condensation of silver-white dew, in the light of the moonlight glittering, like the roadside green beds blinking watery eyes. I felt a little chilled by a breeze, and the cool wind blew across my face like my little granddaughter kissing my face. In the grass, many insects are sleeping, only the grasshopper is singing a clear song with its loud singing voice. The fireflies on the mountain side are decorating the sky with stars and are holding a grand ball in the flowers, it is like a small blue lantern flying around in the crowd, just like the stars in the sky scattering down to the earth, the flickering sparks, a ball, a cluster in the field, on the side of the road, and dancing by the river. Mockingbirds on the trees are still singing that moving song in a low voice, far and near are a blanket of dark green unknown name of the trees, like a green guardian soldiers, in defense of their own country. I stood in this beautiful scenery, while breathing the fresh air, while listening to the crickets in the grass column crickets singing their own songs, I took a deep breath, the night in the countryside is more quiet and comfortable than the city, more clear and vivid than the city.

I walked aimlessly on the field in this suburb, the night sky without clouds, only the curved bright moon is still still light, the stars are still twinkling, not far in front of me there is a green shadow, in the moon under the backdrop, emitting a faint green light, I walked over in a hurry, oh, it is a pond full of lotus, this pond is not very large, about one hundred square meters or so, the pond is elliptical, in the Elliptical lotus pond, is a layer of green lotus leaves, the lotus leaves stand high on the water, like a young girl like a pavilion, the lotus leaves of the pole high, like a tall girl wearing pink flowers in the dance, in the undulation circling, in the fluttering swing, pieces of elliptical and large green leaves, like a green umbrella, full of support in the turquoise pond, the pond covered tightly, the blossom, with a Red, white, pink, the pond dressed up colorful. Open out of the lotus like a plate of pretty flower plate, like a united sun, like the 15th of August mooncake, display for everyone to enjoy. In the bud buds, its top is red, like a red torch, like a red peach, like a small red lantern, the pond full of lotus reflected red light. The pond is also very interesting, the small fish there motionless sleep, but its mouth is still blowing bubbles, like the playful children with soap and water bubbles, like divers in the deep sea bubbles, lotus quietly looking at the pool of fish, shyly open smile, it is really a funny show. Frogs donned a green tuxedo, jumped on the lotus leaves, croaking and singing a pleasant serenade. Tonight I alone to enjoy the beauty of the night, the night of the warmth, the night of drunkenness, the night of the moon this night like a cup of red wine intoxicated my mind, like a cool wind to my mind to vegetables, the moon has moved west, I am still reluctant to leave wandering reluctantly.

Zuo Hegao (screen name: Shallow singing that happy), Huaihua City Writers' Association member, Wang Yue Literature contributing writers. Successively in the domestic "flower", "Writer's Choice", "Chinese Literature and Art", "Homeland Literature", "Wang Yue Literature", "Tourism Essay", "Xuefeng Culture", "Huaihua Literature" published articles. The main works are: "Hainan banana tree", "look at the sea", "the stream roaming", "curved willow", "warmth" and other essays and essays.