Shaking the cattail leaf fan under the scorching sun is just the psychological comfort of melon farmers.
The melon farmer opened a ripe watermelon as a publicity.
Watermelon grinned happily.
Guanong is also the most mature one in the family.
But it is also sold under the cattail fan.
Healthy wheat-colored skin is tanned.
The fragrance of watermelon wafted over.
Summer has arrived.
Mushroom, a lost wild mushroom.
Before nightfall, it was shrouded in loneliness.
On the wetland
Hold up a simple and fragile yurt
Trying to hide the fear of the night
Curled up in a small space.
A whining cricket
Is that it can't pretend to be a calm sheep.
At this time, their hearing is as keen as that of a hound.
When the wind blows
I also lost the courage of the night warrior.
Step on each other in a flurry.
Summer is hot, everything rises, and the jade on the river reflects the lotus.
Cicadas sing high trees and sing new songs, while dogs lie in the shade and guard their hometown.
Han Zhuang waved his hoe and sweated, and the urchin was greedy and picked melons.
Farmers look forward to rain, and the grain is abundant.
On a hot summer day, this scene shines in the scorching sun.
Baiyun fled
Shanquanku
Farmers are sweating like a pig.
Water the ground.