1, destined to be a season of high fever. Walking through half an acre of square pond and ten miles of lotus flowers, your clear reflection is a lotus leaf in the field. Willows are weeping by the river, and three or five boats are locked, as if a few fish swam past and moored last summer.
2. The evening breeze in early summer opens the small window of memory and blows a faint fragrance. Why, that gorgeous flower only blooms at night, and the whisper of the moon floats into a vague dreamland, setting off a quiet wave. Why, that intoxicating song only plays at night, exhausting all your efforts and turning all your treasures into a sweet old job in the years to come?
In March 8, the last cicada was completely lost in a huge thunder. The delicate and charming canna never raised her beautiful face again, and the shadow of moonlight swayed by the quiet roadside. The city in late summer is wrapped in clothes in the pursuit of autumn wind?
The last sunflower in April and August, a circle of sunflower seeds appeared in the children's exclamations. The light brown beach is in a hurry, and the beloved pebbles are surrounded before a cold rain comes. The city in late summer, urged by the autumn rain, was in a state of confusion. Farewell to summer, is it like sweating yesterday?
5, dried up, isn't the sun shining like a withered flower, passed away, bid farewell to summer, I wrote my attachment to you in the letter to July, every time I miss you, I will open the paper to smell you, bid farewell to summer, I hide my disappointment in the first echo of autumn rain, and every time I miss you, it is rainy.