Summer is coming. On a sunny day in June, cuckoos and orioles are flying. Swallows welcomed them in herringbone formation. The sky is full of birds chirping, chirping, chirping. Although I don't understand the songs of birds, I do feel their happiness and true feelings.
Blue sky, flaming June. Today is another sunny day, singing and dancing, shuttling through the colorful mountains, feeling different. Strolling to the pavilion on the hillside, looking at the green bushes all over the mountains, enjoying the blooming flowers, breathing the fresh air and purifying the information from the depths of my soul, let me reach out and embrace the pure beauty of nature.
I always hope the weather will be fine in June. Of course, I can enjoy it if it rains in Mao Mao. The rainy season in June in Jiangnan is a bit romantic, intermittent and short in duration. In the rainy season, I often get wet. When I came to the company, I saw that the rain outside the window was still raining intensively. Pushing open the window facing the street, pedestrians outside the window strolled forward with red umbrellas, and their skirts fluttered with their footsteps. This is a colorful and energetic rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River. The rain line came into view clearly, and the beads of rain fell into the green leaves and on the mossy slate path, splashing and disappearing in a flash. The rain falling on the ground, beating the crisp sound into the ears, like an instant music, gives people a beautiful enjoyment. Some people say that the rain in June is not lingering in the spring rain, and there is no sadness in the autumn rain. But the rain in June, with its unique free and easy, heroic, tells people an early summer dream. The rainy season in June is a mild and quiet season, which is the characteristic of the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River.
Wandering in the country road, looking at the golden wheat fields in the crops and the green fruit forests in the fields, those blue fruits have youthful sunshine and charm in this season.
June is busy. Look at the field, it is in full swing, because after harvesting, we have to compete for seeds, and we can't stop for a moment. Yesterday, the ears of wheat were still heavy, and the grain had returned to the warehouse. In a blink of an eye, the broad chest of tendon is exposed on the plain land, and the dear yellow land has sown seeds, waiting for the harvest of hope in autumn.
On June day, alfalfa fragrant flowers fly all over the mountains, and wild fruits hang all over the mountains. Looking at the yellow waves in the wheat field, joy overflowed from the farmers. One day in June every year, I think of when the wheat is about to turn yellow. When I was a child, I chased and played under the Hua Die, stepping barefoot on the soft beach, a group of loach-like partners sliding in the sunny river, and a cute little squirrel accompanied me all summer. All this in my play is branded with my childhood smile. Looking back today, there is always a passionate excitement in my heart, as if I were about to jump out of the chest of the annual rings. And my heart is closely tied to my hometown in memory. Yes, it's bittersweet. One's life will never leave the growth of childhood.
The wind in June is very moving and naughty. In the morning, they kissed the earth with great happiness; At noon, they are full of colors, floating gently along the hillside, stroking the skin of the mountain and playing with pines and cypresses; At dusk, they played a long piano piece in a soft whisper. Without plump feathers and powerful wings, the wind in June is confident and plays a romantic love song in the imaginary kingdom!
Mulberries are black and red, and farmers outside the city welcome you to pick them; Cherry is red and tree is red. Farmers want your whole family to pick them together. Peaches are ripe, farmers welcome you to pick them. Perhaps this is the most romantic and emotional thing, so many people often take the whole family, or relatives and friends to pick it.
In midsummer, there are always many dreams to come true, to climb mountains, see the water and feel the elegance of nature. This is the phoenix wish of many people, playing by the mountain, living by the water and blending mountains and rivers. Standing in such a season, there is always a feeling of agility and excitement.
The curtains in June were gently opened, and I saw flowers and the sea; I saw the wind and rain; I saw a dandelion with blue wings, a swing swinging in the moonlight, and a red sailboat coming from my daughter's eyes.
The rain in June is very quiet and elegant. Those scattered elves, with unique feelings, quietly faded and slowly elegant. Reach out your hand gently, pick up a drop of rain from your palm, and go straight to your heart in an instant, and a kind of clarity away from the noise arises spontaneously. Pick up the umbrella that fell in the rain, step on the splash on the ground, lick the hair of the rain gently, brush the cheek washed by the rain gently, and inadvertently lift the wet mood.
The beautiful spring girl smiled and quietly left with her gentle and beautiful image. The strong summer boy came to us.
The sea in June is very happy and poetic. The playful little waves hold up strings of sparkling pearls, making a rushing noise, as if humming a touching song, and the fish are swinging happily. The conch blew, and the majestic song melted into the whistle of the voyage. The most interesting thing is that the spider-like crab crawls around sideways and gently touches the rocks on the shore, as if it were also conveying happy emotions to the beach.
Gently open the curtains in June, the soft wind is gentle and the drizzle is elegant; June gently kicked off, with flowers blooming and waves scouring for joy. In the moonlight, loving eyes sparkle with love; In the shade, the hair raised with the wind is whispering sweetly.
The day in June is very bright. When I wake up in the morning, I feel everything is silent and the sound of nature is very light. As soon as the sun comes out, all the flowers and plants in the community are dewdrops, and full of green looks full of vitality in the sun. Looking up at the sky, large clouds.
I remember the peach blossoms in the fields on the mountains in my hometown, blowing through the spring breeze and walking on the rugged mountain road. The charming scenery is refreshing. Spring has come, the ice and snow have melted, and the season is like a girl in bud, blushing quietly and stretching the extension of vitality. Chunhua Qiushi, the growing period of full of green, shows the most beautiful limit of life.
Poems praising June:
"Summer Drought and Bitter Heat" by the Song Dynasty poet Wang Ling: The breeze can't kill the heat, and the sunset flies to the top of the mountain. People are already afraid of the exhaustion of rivers and seas, even at the expense of the sky.
Wandering in the country road, looking at the golden wheat fields in the crops and the green fruit forests in the fields, those blue fruits have youthful sunshine and charm in this season.
Qin Guan, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote "Enjoy the Cool Day": chasing the cool outside the willow with a coffin and painting a bed on the south bank of the bridge. In the moonlight, the ship's flutes are jagged and the wind gathers lotus fragrance.
Mulberries are black and red, and farmers outside the city welcome you to pick them; Cherry is red and tree is red. Farmers want your whole family to pick them together. Peaches are ripe, farmers welcome you to pick them. Perhaps this is the most romantic and emotional thing, so many people often take the whole family, or relatives and friends to pick it.
Lu You, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, wrote "Living in a secluded place in early summer": the scenery of lakes and mountains is better than Weng's home, the locust trees are hidden in the background, and the ridges are oblique. When the lake overflows, egrets fly in the air and frogs hum by the lake. The dragon has turned back to shoot bamboo shoots, and the wooden pen still blooms the first flower. Alas, let bygones be bygones, who * * * sleeps in afternoon European tea?
It's getting warmer in June, but it's still cooler in the morning. When I went downstairs to exercise in the morning, I found that the young leaves on poplars, flowers and trees have grown taller! It has grown into a thick leaf. Looking around, some people are wearing neither thick nor thin long sleeves, while others are wearing thin short sleeves. Look up at the sky, wow! The sunrise in June is much redder than before. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in my face, ah! Cool, warm and comfortable. At noon, it is really a fiery red sun!
Summer in the Mountain Pavilion by Gao Pian, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: The trees grow dark in summer, the balcony reflects the pond, the water curtain moves and the breeze blows, and the roses are full of fragrance.
Beautiful sentences praising June.
Emei in June needs praise. The smell of June permeates the city, and the hot air sweeps the whole city, but I don't feel the existence of the hot air. I know that everyone in the city is busy with their lives, which makes the city more noisy. Here are some beautiful sentences praising June.
In June, we went forward together, made our life, and performed a happy song that we will never regret.
June is not a season suitable for leaving, either the scorching sun or the heavy rain, forcing people to stop and look back frequently. However, which season is suitable for leaving? Joan, I really have to go.
In June, it brought us a lot of joy, a lot of elegance and a lot of happy times.
The footsteps of June, in this June city, slowly move away, between my body and mind towards the east and summer.
The footsteps of June have passed through my heart and everyone's heart. The footprints in my heart are like the Rift Valley in East Africa. When I gently touched the footprints, my heart was stung and the wound could not heal.
In the early morning of June, cool air permeates every corner of the world. The sun shines gently and lazily on the campus through the branches, and the breeze blows gently. When you meditate, the children's reading sounds clearly float in your heart, but when you close your eyes, there is an indescribable peace. In the past, even the audience here felt that they were enjoying a kind of peace of mind.
The rain in June is quiet and smells like summer. There was no sound, and the glass window was covered with water droplets. This is not a complete pearl, but a scattered soul.
The weather is getting warmer and warmer in May, but it is cooler in the morning. When I went downstairs to exercise in the morning, I found that the young leaves on poplars, flowers and trees have grown taller! It has grown into a thick leaf. Looking around, some people wear clothes that are neither thick nor thin.
June is not just a monotonous heat. June day, baby face, change as you say.
Pomegranate sits on the branches of June, putting away the fragrance of May, competing for beauty, and weaving full dreams with colorful colors under the scorching sun.
Jumping arm in arm, singing June, happy faces bloom on every face like sunflowers, all happy wings shake in the branches of June, and June is a dreamy blue sky.
The bright red scarf is like a flame, burning in a young mind. In the ranks of the Young Pioneers, step out of the echelon of the motherland tomorrow. These childish and solemn little faces make June vivid and full of vitality.
The wonderful story looms in the crystal dew in June, and the touching plot flutters in the chirping of frogs and cicadas.
The banker is lush, wooded, full of flowers and green grass, just like a long scroll of red leaf ink, stretching between heaven and earth in June.
Lang Lang's book sounds add vitality to June, and the fluttering catkins give people reverie; Children are the future of the motherland, the flowers in the big garden of the motherland in the morning, very beautiful.
The June sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with spots the size of copper coins.
June is a colorful season. Say goodbye to the gentle spring breeze and welcome the hot summer. Cicada in the tree is singing; Frogs in the field are singing.
The sunshine in June is a little hot, and it looks good when you smile. Our candy is still so sweet, forget loneliness, put aside troubles and don't want to be sad.
The rain in June is quiet and smells like summer. There was no sound, and the glass window was covered with water drops. This is not a complete pearl, but a scattered soul.
June is not just a monotonous heat. June day, baby face, change as you say.
Among the colorful colors, June's straightforward personality, fiery feelings and heroic spirit are even more subtle.
June is a hot day and a good rainy day, because the rain it rains is refreshing and comfortable. If you have any ideas, just look at the rain outside and you will feel much more comfortable immediately. Therefore, the rain in June is happy, beautiful and even more beautiful.
June's rain is swift and violent, June's water is cool, and June's flowers and plants are flourishing.
In the early summer morning, Tung Chung Village was shrouded in a mist. The sun didn't come out, and the warm wind blowing from the Pearl River was wet and cool. Kapok is in bloom, peach blossom is in bloom, snow bean curd and cauliflower of various colors are in bloom. The flat fields outside Tung Chung Village, the soft rice seedlings that are about to drip, and the green banana leaves swaying in the wind are doing business.
The day in June is very bright. When I wake up in the morning, I feel everything is silent and the sound of nature is very light. As soon as the sun comes out, all the flowers and plants in the community are dewdrops, and full of green looks full of vitality in the sun. Looking up at the sky, large clouds.
Especially in June, the scenery in my hometown is like a charming landscape painting. The most wonderful thing in this painting is the vast lotus field in front of and behind the village, and the most pleasing thing is the beautiful lotus flowers with different shapes.
In June, waves of heat waves hit our faces. The sun turned into a big stove, and the whole world was scorched hot.
Among the colorful colors, June's straightforward personality, fiery feelings and heroic spirit are even more subtle.
In June, the sun is like fire and the heat is lingering. However, this kind of wind and fire can't hide the rich connotation of the season. On the street, the surging crowd, colorful clothes and makeup converge into a seven-color rainbow across the world, depicting the beautiful poems and paintings of life.
In June, I began to get used to calm, no longer fidgety, no longer erupting, just plain as water, no waves. Just, sometimes I laugh inexplicably, and sometimes I want to hide and cry. None of this matters.
June is the rainy season. I am used to walking alone in the rain with an umbrella, and my heart is as cold as water. I like to look up in the rain, wet my hair and face, and then quietly feel the warmth overflowing from my eyes and soothing my lips.
Beautiful sentences and idioms describing June
Beautiful sentences describing June
Pomegranate sits on the branches of June, putting away the fragrance of May, competing for beauty, and weaving full dreams with colorful colors under the scorching sun.
The beautiful spring girl smiled and quietly left with her gentle and beautiful image. The strong summer boy came to us.
Pomegranate sits on the branches of June, putting away the fragrance of May, competing for beauty, and weaving full dreams with colorful colors under the scorching sun.
In June, waves of heat waves hit our faces. The sun turned into a big stove, and the whole world was scorched hot.
I always hope the weather will be fine in June. Of course, I can enjoy it if it rains in Mao Mao. The rainy season in June in Jiangnan is a bit romantic, intermittent and short in duration. In the rainy season, I often get wet. When I came to the company, I saw that the rain outside the window was still raining intensively. Pushing open the window facing the street, pedestrians outside the window strolled forward with red umbrellas, and their skirts fluttered with their footsteps. This is a colorful and energetic rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River. The rain line came into view clearly, and the beads of rain fell into the green leaves and on the mossy slate path, splashing and disappearing in a flash. The rain falling on the ground, beating the crisp sound into the ears, like an instant music, gives people a beautiful enjoyment. Some people say that the rain in June is not lingering in the spring rain, and there is no sadness in the autumn rain. But the rain in June, with its unique free and easy, heroic, tells people an early summer dream. The rainy season in June is a mild and quiet season, which is the characteristic of the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River.
Wandering in the country road, looking at the golden wheat fields in the crops and the green fruit forests in the fields, those blue fruits have youthful sunshine and charm in this season.
June is busy. Look at the field, it is in full swing, because after harvesting, we have to compete for seeds, and we can't stop for a moment. Yesterday, the ears of wheat were still heavy, and the grain had returned to the warehouse. In a blink of an eye, the broad chest of tendon is exposed on the plain land, and the dear yellow land has sown seeds, waiting for the harvest of hope in autumn.
On June day, alfalfa fragrant flowers fly all over the mountains, and wild fruits hang all over the mountains. Looking at the yellow waves in the wheat field, joy overflowed from the farmers. One day in June every year, I think of when the wheat is about to turn yellow. When I was a child, I chased and played under the Hua Die, stepping barefoot on the soft beach, a group of loach-like partners sliding in the sunny river, and a cute little squirrel accompanied me all summer. All this in my play is branded with my childhood smile. Looking back today, there is always a passionate excitement in my heart, as if I were about to jump out of the chest of the annual rings. And my heart is closely tied to my hometown in memory. Yes, it's bittersweet. One's life will never leave the growth of childhood.
The wind in June is very moving and naughty. In the morning, they kissed the earth with great happiness; At noon, they are full of colors, floating gently along the hillside, stroking the skin of the mountain and playing with pines and cypresses; At dusk, they played a long piano piece in a soft whisper. Without plump feathers and powerful wings, the wind in June is confident and plays a romantic love song in the imaginary kingdom!
Mulberries are black and red, and farmers outside the city welcome you to pick them; Cherry is red and tree is red. Farmers want your whole family to pick them together. Peaches are ripe, farmers welcome you to pick them. Perhaps this is the most romantic and emotional thing, so many people often take the whole family, or relatives and friends to pick it.
In midsummer, there are always many dreams to come true, to climb mountains, see the water and feel the elegance of nature. This is the phoenix wish of many people, playing by the mountain, living by the water and blending mountains and rivers. Standing in such a season, there is always a feeling of agility and excitement.
The curtains in June were gently opened, and I saw flowers and the sea; I saw the wind and rain; I saw a dandelion with blue wings, a swing swinging in the moonlight, and a red sailboat coming from my daughter's eyes.
The rain in June is very quiet and elegant. Those scattered elves, with unique feelings, quietly faded and slowly elegant. Reach out your hand gently, pick up a drop of rain from your palm, and go straight to your heart in an instant, and a kind of clarity away from the noise arises spontaneously. Pick up the umbrella that fell in the rain, step on the splash on the ground, lick the hair of the rain gently, brush the cheek washed by the rain gently, and inadvertently lift the wet mood.
The sunshine in June is very warm and the smile is very good. Our candy is still so sweet. We forget loneliness, put aside our troubles and don't want to be sad.
The curtains in June were gently opened, and I saw flowers and the sea; I saw the wind and rain; I saw a dandelion with blue wings, a swing swinging in the moonlight, and a red sailboat coming from my daughter's eyes.
This village was the first to respond to the summer heat in June. They use tall trees as umbrellas to support thick shade, hoping to block the shining sunshine. But in the hot sun overhead, how much can these green umbrellas do?
The smell of June permeates the city, and the hot air sweeps the whole city, but I don't feel the existence of the hot air. I know that everyone in the city is busy with their lives, which makes the city more noisy.
June is like a fairyland, which is fascinating. Endless vastness, surging and stirring; Endless green and colorful. In June, the scenery is charming, the willows stand upright, the river is sparkling, the playground is flat and tidy, and the classroom is elegant and dreamy.
Gently open the curtains in June, the soft wind is gentle and the drizzle is elegant; June gently kicked off, with flowers blooming and waves scouring for joy. In the moonlight, loving eyes sparkle with love; In the shade, the hair raised with the wind is whispering sweetly.
The day in June is very bright. When I wake up in the morning, I feel everything is silent and the sound of nature is very light. As soon as the sun comes out, all the flowers and plants in the community are dewdrops, and full of green looks full of vitality in the sun. Looking up at the sky, large clouds.
In June, the sun is like fire and the heat is lingering. However, this kind of wind and fire can't hide the rich connotation of the season. On the street, the surging crowd, colorful clothes and makeup converge into a seven-color rainbow across the world, depicting the beautiful poems and paintings of life.
June is like a fairyland, which is fascinating. Endless vastness, surging and stirring; Endless green and colorful. In June, the scenery is charming, the willows stand upright, the river is sparkling, the playground is flat and tidy, and the classroom is elegant and dreamy.
However, the rain in June came and went in a hurry. After the storm, the sun soon smiled again. After the new rain in the countryside, the temperature will always drop and the air will be much fresher. Sometimes, when the rain begins, a curved rainbow appears in the sky.
In midsummer, there are always many dreams to realize, to climb mountains, see the water and feel the elegance of nature. This is the phoenix wish of many people, playing by the mountain, living by the water and blending mountains and rivers. Standing in such a season, there is always a feeling of agility and excitement.
The wonderful story looms in the crystal dew in June, and the touching plot flutters in the chirping of frogs and cicadas.
The crops are lush, the trees are lush, the flowers are in full bloom, and the grass is lush, just like a colorful ink scroll stretching between heaven and earth in June.
Xu Lai in June, ups and downs constitute a beautiful picture of a bumper harvest. What a spectacular sight it is! The green grass on the roadside is embedded in the golden wheat waves, and the rape flowers in Huang Cancan are fragrant, attracting groups of hardworking bees. A beautiful big butterfly also gathered on the path in a hurry and danced. A few greedy little sparrows rushed to the endless waves of wheat.
In June in this city, I remembered the past. Crying star, why do you always hurt my brow on a windy moonlit night? In the middle of the night, breathe a silent air. Night, so quiet, so long, so quiet that people suffocate and feel lonely. The rain in June kept falling and hit the lost land hard. Why does my heart ache?
In the early morning of June, there may be a little wind blowing, but it will soon pass. Before people are satisfied, God will let the wind stop. After a while, the sun came out and the earth was burning. The wind at this time is not as obedient as it was in the morning. That's not cold air, but hot air. I think this may be what people call cigar smoke!
June is a season of rapid development. Everything is growing wildly, especially the green in that summer, which was thick and deep and occupied all over the mountains. Although it is a flower, it is actually green, fat, red and thin. After the rain, bamboo shoots sprang up overnight, bamboo grew rapidly, its joints stood straight, the original grass grew in pieces, and the towering trees in the forest added a circle of rings.
June is the season of changing faces. It sometimes cries and sometimes laughs. In a short time, Wan Li was clear, the blue sky was like washing, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the sun was like fire; For a while, the sky was low and dark, the clouds were gathering and the wind roared; After a while, the weather went on the rampage, with lightning and thunder; It will rain cats and dogs later. It rained for a while, and Hongqiao flew north and south. Summer is like a child's face, changing without warning.
The sun is no longer so fierce, it converges its willfulness, so the moon gradually appears on the horizon. The yellowish full moon appears and disappears. It is small and light, like a pie that is about to fall. The sun picked up its afterglow and slowly disappeared under the distant Woods. The cloud on the horizon was dyed orange, so dazzling, but as the sun went down, it gradually became shallower and shallower until it disappeared completely.
The wilderness in June is hotter. The ridge has obviously become a brand, and it would be even more terrible if you walked barefoot on the stone exposed to the hot sun. Fortunately, Miao Miao is not afraid. Farmers have filled them with a whole piece of water. They are full of glugs, sneezing from time to time, and their legs are green, holding the hope of a bumper harvest, and they don't care about jointing and flowering in the scorching sun in June.
In June, the sun hung high in the sky like a big fireball in the slightly hot weather. It was so hot and dazzling that the earth seemed to be scorched and all creatures seemed to be in a steamer, which was unbearable. The river dried up, flowers and trees bowed their heads, and grass fell to the ground. The puppy stretched out its tongue and lay panting under the eaves. The adults sweated and shook their fans, and the children were naked in the pond.
Lush spring has passed, with a flick of a finger. June 22nd arrived, and the sun stood directly on the Tropic of Cancer. Summer, the season of filariasis, is coming again.
Lang Lang's book sounds add vitality to June, and the fluttering catkins give people reverie; Children are the future of the motherland, the flowers in the big garden of the motherland in the morning, very beautiful.
Jumping arm in arm, singing June, happy faces bloom on every face like sunflowers, all happy wings shake in the branches of June, and June is a dreamy blue sky.
The rain in June is quiet and smells like summer. There was no sound, and the glass window was covered with water droplets. This is not a complete pearl, but a scattered soul.
Idioms describing June
Wen Ding Province: The name of the province with warm winter and warm summer, and the province with weak morning light. Is to warm the quilt in winter, fan the mat in summer, wait for sleep at night and pay your respects in the morning. It means serving your parents in all aspects. On the Book of Rites Quli: As a gift for my son, it is warm in winter and warm in summer, and it is calm in the morning.
Summer has come and the cold has gone: summer has passed and winter has come. Generally refers to the passage of time.
Great injustice: In the past, there was an unjust prison.
May, July and June: refers to the hottest time in May and June of the lunar calendar.
Great injustice: The old metaphor is unjust imprisonment.
Fire umbrella: fire umbrella: a metaphor for the summer sun; Zhang: Expand. Describe the scorching sun in summer, which is very hot.
The sun is like fire: strong sunlight is like fire. Describe the weather is very hot.
Summer stove and winter fan: there is a stove in summer and a fan in winter. Metaphor does not meet the needs of the times, and it takes efforts to get benefits.
Wake up: wake up people who have withered and suffered from heatstroke. Describe the suffering people who are saved and regained their vitality.
Uncovering banknotes and weaving snow: it means that you are diligent in collecting and copying, and it is hot and cold day and night.
Summer solstice cold: the hot days have passed and the cold days have come. Describe the passage of time. Also want to cold in the summer.
Rain and cold in summer: heavy rain in summer and severe cold in winter. Shu Junya: When it rains in summer, Wang only says complaining and consulting, and when it is cold in winter, Wang only says complaining and consulting, which is difficult! Legend of the God of Wealth: Qi, uncle. Summer rain is cold, and the people complain about it and hurt their lives. After that, the rain and cold in summer were regarded as the code to complain about the hard life.
Sunflowers: fruits soaked in cold water. Describe life in summer.
Floating melons and sinking plums: eat fruits soaked in cold water. Describe life in summer.
Five winters and six summers: I am still the same sentence, no matter whether it is cold or hot. Whenever.
A firefly mat on a snowy day: a metaphor for studying hard regardless of the cold and heat.
Cicadas don't know snow: Cicadas are born in summer and die in autumn, so they can't see snow. Metaphor is that people are well informed.
Spring grows in summer and autumn harvests in winter storage: spring grows in summer and autumn harvests in winter storage. Refers to the general process of agricultural production. It is also a metaphor for the occurrence and development of things.
Xia Yun in winter: the sun in winter and the clouds in summer. Metaphor is gentle and amiable, which makes people willing to approach.
Warm in winter and cool in summer: cool. Winter keeps parents warm and summer keeps parents cool. This refers to the filial piety of the Son of Man. Now it is also called warm in winter and cool in summer.
No winter and no summer: no matter winter or summer. It means never stopping all year round.
Sentences praising June
1. Embrace the happiness in June and whisper the notes of dreams.
In June, a heat wave hit. The sun turned into a big stove, and the whole world was scorched hot.
3, June, walking in a city in full swing, a person is always remembering something, I know my heart is still walking in another city.
The breath of June permeated the whole city, and the hot air swept the whole city.
In June, I like the clean sky, the white clouds under the clean sky, the beautiful words under the white clouds, and the tranquility and indifference condensed in the beautiful words.
6. The sunshine in June is warm and the smile is beautiful. Our candy is still so sweet, forget loneliness, put aside troubles and don't want to be sad.
7, you have burned my soul, a poem of true love, just to write love in the June wind and give it to you.
In August and May, pomegranate flowers fell into a ball, and the roses in June burst into smiles. She seemed to forget the regret of the last fall, but didn't realize that she would burn her arm in the scorching sun in June, and stepped into the fence with a smile.
9. The spinning earth, the flying time and the footsteps in June stopped in a noisy city.
10, June on the earth is full of beauty. You are singing and blooming in the sun. There are bees swimming lightly and butterflies dancing affectionately.
1 1, after June, the long life is like a dream.
12, cut a ray of the setting sun in June, ride a ray of the wind in June, pin infinite thoughts on words to meet each other, deeply cherish shaking hands in my heart, and sincere affection lingers in my heart. The taste of missing is sweet candied fruit.
13, smiling, faint fragrance wafting in, faint floral fragrance permeating in June, nourishing a curtain of dreams.
14, June, walking in summer, looking at the horizon and enjoying the beautiful flowers.
15, June, there is an extremely accurate vocabulary that covers every day and night of the whole month, which makes me sincerely accept it and can't get rid of its fetters. This word is very helpless, and it is easy for people to give in. This month, because of its ubiquity and persistent follow-up, it has become long and anxious. The word is actually that simple. It is waiting.
16, the pace of June, in this June city, slowly moving away, between my body and mind to the east and summer.
/kloc-the footsteps of 0/7 and June have passed through my heart and everyone's heart.
18, rainy in June, silence in June, laziness in June, and melancholy in June are all born of waiting, and they will all become delicious and pitiful because of the constant renewal and lengthening of waiting.
19, the rain in June comes and goes in a hurry. After the storm, the sun soon smiled again. After the new rain in the countryside, the temperature will always drop and the air will be much fresher. Sometimes, when the rain begins, a curved rainbow appears in the sky. Among the colorful colors, June's straightforward personality, fiery feelings and heroic spirit are even more subtle.
20. On the night of June, shake a cattail leaf fan and the sky is full of stars; If I miss you, it flashes; The moonlight is hazy, like water like a dream; If I care about it, it will be beautiful and real.