Along the concave and convex slate, summer comes lightly, and the rhyme of summer (prose).
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Paths and lakes
The road in summer is long and lonely. Walking on the slate is cool, bringing a little coolness to the hot summer and fiery heart. The willows by the river are smiling sweetly, and the green silk tapestry hangs down in the glittering mirror. Small fish float to the surface from time to time for air, take a deep breath, and then "rush" into the water, make a halo and spread in circles. ...
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Lotus in summer is very beautiful. The lotus is pink all over, which sets off the gorgeous lotus in the pool. The white and pure water lily fell asleep sweetly in the pond; That flower is in bud and very lovely. The quality of henna is even more impressive. Huh? There are several black spots in the distance. Oh, it's a lovely little goldfish. Join this summer's gala. The dense lotus leaves are the most lotus leaves. Some lotus leaves have high water content. If it is a round green umbrella, there are some lotus leaves floating on the water, and it seems that backstroke is still being performed ... all kinds of lotus leaves are intertwined. What a lotus world!
Green in summer
Green, light green, dark green, green ... these greens are intertwined and become green in summer.
The green grass, connected together, sticks out its head and looks at the world playfully. There are clusters of trees and trees everywhere, as if to make a green contribution to Xia Tian.
The most representative greens in summer are turquoise green and emerald green. The composition "Xia Zhiyun (Prose)" in the fifth grade of primary school. A Cooper stands tall, showing his youth and youth! A phoenix tree forest is lush, and sometimes a few birds, perhaps an eagle, hover in the air and dive into the endless green. ...
tornado
Bang, the thunder in the sky flashed blue, scaring me to run to the pavilion not far away. Although I run fast, the rain star has got into my neck-it's very cold.
Thunderstorm is a major feature of summer. When it rains, there is a slight earthy smell in the air, probably because the rain splashed on the soil.
Not far away, there was another flash of lightning. My heart was beating fast, for fear of being struck by lightning. After a few seconds, the sky is not like daytime, only the splash hitting the ground is white. The rain "crackled" on the ground, and pedestrians on the road gradually became scarce. The rain on the road also merged into a stream, and the water drops under the eaves slowly and quickly dripped, like curtains on the window. The thunderstorm subsided and gradually stopped, and the sun began to work again.
The path in summer is very long, the lotus in summer is graceful, the green in summer is lush, and the thunderstorm in summer comes and goes in a hurry.
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Xia Zhiyun Prose 2 Spring has quietly passed away inadvertently, and summer can't wait to come. Spring is colorful and summer is green. I like the heat in summer and the green in summer. Green grass, vibrant, endless grassland scenery unlimited. Pines and cypresses on the mountain, phoenix trees on the roadside and lush green leaves all add a thick green color to the hot summer days.
I love the passion of summer, and I love the fierceness of summer. In this burning season, my thoughts are surging and I am filled with emotion. The sunshine in summer in Jiangnan is always so generous and hot, which makes people want to find an outlet to vent.
Sitting in the May wind, my heart is pounding for whom. The breeze is blowing and the tide of the soul is rising. Fingers slide between keyboards, note strings and sentences, and we look at each other in front of the screen.
It sounded the horizon in summer. Please lend me a blue boat to go to the rainy lane in the south of the Yangtze River. Date a rainy May. Let the long-lost poetry, and Tang poetry and Song poetry melodious. Summer has enriched my thoughts and dyed my hopes green. The rhythm of summer is full of many feelings, throbbing with emotions and echoing the wind chimes of youth.
Xia Zhiyun Prose 3 Summer is the season of passion. Such as the scorching sun, baking everything, baking people's hearts. At the high temperature of more than 30 degrees, a sultry cyclone rises in the sky. The sound of insects, frogs and drums, birds and streams played a magnificent summer symphony, exuding the grandeur, harmony and enthusiasm of nature.
Summer is a colorful season. Everything is steaming, full of vigor and vitality. Morning glories twine around branches or climb fences. In the morning, with crystal dew, gorgeous flowers bloom, which is beautiful. Parthenocissus tricuspidata clings to the wall and climbs upward with indomitable spirit, weaving a green wall curtain, which is magnificent. Whenever the rain clears, a gorgeous rainbow will appear in the sky, weaving a colorful world with innocence and beauty.
Summer is the season of dreams. Flowers dream that they are beautiful; Grass dreams can be green forever; Trees dream of flourishing; Crops dream of fruitful results. As long as there is life, there will be dreams. The dragon has a dream of totem, the eagle has a dream of soaring, the cow has a dream of plowing, the horse has a dream of a thousand miles a day, and the man has a dream of success. But success only belongs to those who are ambitious, studious, noble-minded and courageous. Because only by cultivating, there will be gains; Only unremitting efforts, unremitting pursuit and selfless struggle will create a better tomorrow.
Summer is the season of competition. Warm and humid land is a place where plants grow. Whoever grows the fastest and the tallest will win the living space, get air and sunshine first, and let others see the value of their lives, so that they can better appreciate the happiness and freedom of the winners. The competition in the animal kingdom is more intense. Eat small fish the big fish, shrimp the small fish, cicada the mantis, sparrow the last. Not only does this predatory scene make you soul-stirring, but the tragic situation of fighting among the same kind also makes you sleepless. However, in any case, the facts tell us that competition is the driving force to promote world development and social progress. The world will always be: danger and hope coexist, and death and rebirth coexist.
I am attached to summer feelings, just like everything else. Grass is attached to summer, because only drizzle can make life green; Trees cling to summer, because only in a warm and humid environment can they realize their ideal of becoming pillars; Flowers are attached to summer, because without the nourishment of sunshine and rain, they will lose their elegance and delicacy.
Frogs are attached to summer ponds, birds are attached to summer Woods, eagles are attached to summer blue sky, butterflies are attached to summer flowers, and lovers are attached to summer dusk. ...
A cool breeze unique to northern summer swept over my cheeks, refreshing, comfortable and happy. I like summer in the north!
Xia Zhiyun Prose 4 Summer, through the faint bluestone path, came to us. The lotus in summer is graceful, and the jasmine in summer is fresh and elegant. Let's brush away the green willows, walk into the summer world and taste the charm of summer together.
Cross the bluestone road and come to the lotus pond. From a distance, pink lotus flowers are swaying freely in the wind among large green leaves. Come closer, this bright pink looks more beautiful in the hot sun! I really don't know how Miss Xia painted such a gorgeous pink. The deeper one is too thick, and there is no such delicate feeling; A light spot is too light, so it is not particularly gorgeous. This pink is crystal clear, bright and bright, neither thick nor light, just right.
Pieces of green lotus leaves are like handfuls of big umbrellas, sheltering the lotus from the wind and rain. There are some crystal clear water drops on the lotus leaf, which are particularly eye-catching under the sunlight. Look, a bud there is shyly hiding behind a lotus leaf. Although this flower bud is somewhat different from the square group, it will stand out when it is in full bloom.
Leaving the lotus pond, along a path and through a large canna, we came to a sea of jasmine flowers. The white jasmine swayed gently with the breeze, giving off a refreshing fragrance. If lotus is enchanting, jasmine is elegant. If you think that standing out from the crowd is a kind of beauty, I might as well tell you that when people gather together, that kind of beauty is the real beauty. Jasmine is like this, even more beautiful than standing out from the crowd.
Although it is hot in summer, it is also beautiful. As long as you observe and appreciate it carefully, you can find the breath of summer and feel the charm of summer everywhere!
The summer vacation is hot, happy and full of childlike interest. Summer morning is beautiful, summer noon is hot, and summer night is cool.
Summer morning, when the eastern sky is not clear, go to the balcony, look up at the sky and take a deep breath of fresh air. Suddenly, you will feel a refreshing coolness spreading from your throat to your whole body, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. When the sun rises slightly, take out your favorite books, sit on the balcony and enjoy reading. There is no noisy noise in your ear, no strange sound of the horn, only the subtle music score that the breeze blows over your ear. No one bothers you at this time, and everything is very comfortable. After a while, people's laughter and car horns were heard in the distance. So a new day begins. ...
Summer rain is unrestrained. Look, naughty raindrops unconsciously fall from the sky, and fall obliquely on the glass windows of every household, making a rhythmic "Ding Dong" sound. The wind still howls and the rain still falls. People in the rain are happy, sad and sighing. Of course, those naughty children are happy. They collided with those naughty raindrops. I don't know whether the raindrops are hurt or the lovely and lively children are hurt. They play, sing and dance in the rain as if everything around them has nothing to do with them. They are so naive, so carefree ... the rain outside the window is getting heavier and heavier. At this time, I opened the piano cover, played some beautiful songs, and took myself to another wonderful fairyland, feeling a little isolated.
After a storm comes a calm, although there is no colorful rainbow, there is also refreshing green. Look carefully, the glittering and translucent water drops are still rolling around on that green leaf, and I don't want to drip down. But because of his naughty spirit, he fell down with a little carelessness. Like having infinite vitality, the small water drop bounced to the ground and soon became a member of the pond.
The sun came out, but it was not hot, as if he were wrapped in a veil.
It's time to go out and exercise. Call your new best friend and come to the blue sea. What unfolds in front of us is a landscape of sea and sky. There are several fishing boats floating in the wind in the distance, and there are layers of microwaves on the sea. ...
Very happy, very wonderful. When the sun sets, I open my arms, close my eyes and let the sea breeze blow my hair. ...
Tomorrow, I will be greeted by a bright dawn!
Xia Zhiyun Prose 6 A pool of deep water is as blue as blue, and a cool breeze blows, causing long microwaves. Lying on the green grass, taking the grass as a mat and the blue sky as a quilt, sleeping in the colorful flowers woven by the spring girl, the frozen heart seems to melt into the warmth of water, green grass, blue sky and safflower. They not only have color, temperature, but also mood.
The deep feeling of water, like a mirror, shines on the beautiful face of Miss Chun. White clouds are blossoming on the water, rippling with blue waves. The flaming bird stands in the middle of the water, standing on one leg, and the long citron gently rubs the red and white feathers. The golden carp swims around in the water, slowly relaxing in groups at the bottom for a while, and then coming to the water to breathe fresh air and play with Miss Chun. The deep affection of water is the care and warmth for life.
The imagination of grass brings you into a green dream. Beautiful prairie, herds of cattle and horses, bright and high-pitched voice of herders, singing the beauty of Spring Girl. A strong man rides a fat horse on the vast grassland. How many grassland children have been raised by the endless green holy land? Sweet koumiss comes from this fresh green grass. The power of grass is to care for and nourish life.
The purity of the blue sky makes people's cold hearts bright again in winter. Birds fly freely in the sky, chicks grow feathers, eagles fight in the sky, and it rains continuously from time to time, such as needles, money and silver beads. Everything on the earth hungrily sucks the long-awaited spring rain, birds sing loudly, flowers bloom heartily, people sow seeds in the spring rain, "there is no need to return to the slanting wind and drizzle", and the old man is fishing by the river alone, which is so carefree! Tears in the sky are the nourishment and protection of life.
The enthusiasm of flowers brightens people's eyes, and people's hearts are bright red kapok blooms brilliantly in early spring. In March, kapok falls. Children like to pick them up, string them together with ropes, and hang them on the balcony to dry in early summer to make soup, which has the function of removing moisture. Magnolia, crystal white, smooth and delicate, smells like Wan Li. Make them into garlands, hang them around your neck, or collect them separately, which has an indescribable flowery language and artistic conception. The blooming of flowers shows the vitality and meaning of life. Affectionate spring makes my lonely heart full of gratitude for everything in the world.
How time flies! It's almost summer. The sunshine became violent, and there were thunderstorms, heavy rains and showers for several days. The rumble of air conditioners, thunder, cicadas, birds and frogs are a lively scene. It's sunny and sunny. Boys wear shorts, girls wear swimsuits and play in the swimming pool. Children play with sand, build little people and castles in the sun. In the morning, a cool breeze is blowing gently, and the rain is falling. People go to the river to watch the sunrise, fly kites, run, walk, ride bicycles, laugh, sweat and rain blend together, and the flowers of mood and flower of life begin to bloom.
Sunrise is better than fire. In this hot season, sweat and tears will inevitably stay on your face, and you will inevitably be upset. However, life lies in exercise, which is good for health and emotional regulation. In the cycle of life, you will see all the beautiful things.
Early summer is the season when lotus flowers bloom. How many lives have been bred in the lotus pond. A day's heavy rain makes the plump green lotus leaves grow wildly. The whole lotus pond is crowded with lotus leaves 1 meter high. They swayed with the wind, the green skirts shone like pearls, and the lotus leaves in the fields put on their dresses one after another. At this time, people hold cameras and shoot from all angles. The pure and gorgeous lotus flower, with its head tilted by the wind, seems to be much smaller. Originally the protagonist, it seems to have become a supporting role of the lotus leaf.
Big red flowers, enchanting red dances, morning glory and purple waterfalls are shining in the sun. Eggs and flowers are in full bloom, hanging on lush trees and singing to the sky. The pale yellow white plumeria has five petals, one ugly, the other missing and shapeless. The fragrance is faint in the distance, and it is as strong as wine in the vicinity, which makes your mind light and pleasant. This summer, full of heat, sweat, rain, luster and enthusiasm, is so charming. Life lies in exercise, and my mood is also moving. Compared with wet spring and summer in full swing, my heart is more open, cheerful, quiet and enthusiastic. Without loneliness, I feel more relieved. Life and mood should be so lively and energetic!
Xia Zhiyun Prose 7 On a hot summer day, the sky is high and the clouds are light, with clear water and blue sky.
The earth is full of vitality, competing to show the charm of green. The peaks and forests in the south of the village are like colorful paintings, like magical gardens, like dragons swimming around, attracting rural partners to enter the mountains. I followed Chunhua, Qiuju and Xue Mei with a bamboo basket on my back and a sickle in my hand. Under the leadership of the powerful iron cow and dark horse, the partners are full of enthusiasm and vitality, facing the bright sunshine, climbing the rugged hillside and throwing themselves into the vast Hanlin sea. The mountain road bends eighteen times, one slope after another, one mountain after another. Stepping on the hillside, in the bushes by the roadside, or vaguely, or generously, camellias, rhododendrons, magnolias ... a branch, a rope, one by one. Camellia is purplish and gorgeous, wild azaleas are dripping with purple blood, and magnolia is white and beautiful. ...
Chun Hua Qiu Ju, the most beautiful girl in the village, Xue Mei, is a teenage boy of fourteen or fifteen. They were so happy that they jumped up and down like happy birds and soon picked many mountain flowers. With flowers in your hand, you look beautiful. The iron cow and the dark horse laughed: "Flowers! There are beautiful flowers in the ravine at the bottom of the valley ahead! " Partners to speed up the pace, singing all the way, a walk more than ten miles, into the mountains. Arriving at Longqing Valley, under the blue sky, the sun is like fire, the mountain breeze is blowing gently, and the pines are singing. Our hearts, suddenly jubilant, five internal organs and six lungs, like a happy jump, stirring our thoughts, can not help but imagine. Standing on the top of the mountain at an altitude of 3000 meters, I looked up and saw: the mountain dance Youlong, winding and stretching, dark green scrolls, magnificent. Pumice Canyon, dense shrubs, green hills and beautiful flowers. The water is gurgling and the waves are symphonic.
Birds dancing, chirping fairy voices ... beautiful mountains! Zhuang is in a summer forest mountain!
Xia Zhiyun Prose 8 Every season has its charm, and every season also has its moving place.
It is summer outside.
The charm of summer, of course, is not in the hot sun, not in the sultry weather, nor in the irritable mood. The charm of summer needs people to find and taste in a peaceful mind.
Summer is actually very quiet. On a summer afternoon, trees and crops stand quietly on the earth. The sky is blue, and the occasional gust of wind blows white clouds. Country people are used to taking a nap on the mat. The chirping of cicadas adds a little sound to the silence, and the cicada forest is quieter, yes. In fact, cicadas are not noisy. In its cry, there is a taste of summer. Children like this thing better, but cicadas are good toys. When I was a child, I liked to go to the wild grass regardless of the heat, catch them easily with the chirping of cicadas, and then take them home happily and put them in a matchbox.
This is a light-year in midsummer. What's in summer? Needless to say, the smell of plant growth in the air. Everywhere is bright green, which seems to compete with the sunshine. They are waiting for the shower like people. How pleasant the showers in summer are. It moistens the anxious earth and makes green spread a beautiful ocean on the earth. The cool raindrops have merged into spirits. With them, the anxious weather is really much cooler. After the shower, groups of dragonflies fly in the river and fields full of rice. They have the same golden color as the sun, bringing smart colors to the world after the rain.
What's in summer? The fragrance of flowers and fruits is also intoxicating. Gardenia, white petals. The enthusiasm of summer gave birth to the rich fragrance of gardenia, which can be smelled far away. This flower is not ostentatious. The summer sunshine is so vicious that it blooms quietly in the corner until the fragrance tells us that it is in full bloom. Graceful lotus in the water and quiet and open wild lily in the mountains have always been intoxicated in my childhood memories!
Summer is the best season to eat fruit. Litchi, bayberry, peach, cantaloupe, loquat, pear ... which one doesn't make people drool. The most enjoyable thing should be watermelon. Watermelon is planted in rural fields and mountains. How sweet it is for farmers to eat a watermelon after finishing their work!
Although the heat deprived people of a good sleep, it also made farmers have the habit of enjoying the cool night. When I was young, my parents and neighbors held stools, chairs and fans, or sat or lay in their own sunned valleys, or gathered under big trees to talk about the past and farming together. And we children, we caught fireflies flashing in the dark. In the fields at this time, frogs are everywhere. "There is a bumper harvest in the fragrance of rice and flowers, listening to frogs." Summer morning will come soon.
Of course, the charm of summer is more than that. In the charm of summer, we will spend a cool summer.
There are too many thoughts, too many silly words, too many regrets, too many disappointments, and too many people are not interested, so they can only be released one by one in this sunny day.
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The wind is the invitation of summer,
Rain is the first love in summer,
Night is the emotion of summer.
It was rough, but gentle, and I overflowed the stream. Listen to and feel the rhythm of light music, and look for the beauty of midsummer in July.
The wind rolled up a long semi-arc.
Another year when the wind blows, the sky outside the window shows a faint indifference and passion. Wires casually pass through distant clouds, cicadas chirp through the wind, and there are still a few strands of irritability and enthusiasm. The midsummer wind is full of enthusiasm, vitality, soft as yarn and blowing wantonly. It is not like the unintentional spring breeze, the melancholy of autumn wind, or the chilly winter wind. It is unique and magnificent.
The wind blew through the window lattice, making a rustling sound, rolling up a long half arc in the dust and falling safely. Another midsummer, another summer flower. In the dim light, when the bright moon was leaving, Xia Feng came leisurely, with a faint freshness, just like my breath.
Rain, through the corridor of time
A person walking in the Woods, looking for a clear spring to swing into a melody, raindrops into words, has become a hymn of youth. A young leaf is broken, but a tree is full of vicissitudes. The desolation and heat of summer become cool in my heart, through the whispers of wind and rain. Rain falls, clatters, drops on the top of the head, drops in the forest, takes away the heat that can't be taken away, and brings coolness. The smell is mixed with the freshness of the earth and the fragrance of flowers, which come and go quickly. Miss a three-year-old child, but it is also so lovable.
In my dream, I don't know where I was born. Wake up from a dream and hesitate to stay where you are at a loss. Hidden pain, through the soul, after falling again and again, I still stand up stubbornly and understand that this season, I can only rely on myself. Since the goal is set on the horizon, you can only turn your back on the world and leave. Smile and be a lonely person. I would rather be proud and lonely than be accompanied by charity. Even if the wind is strong, even if it rains, I will walk calmly.
Night refers to songs flying in the sky.
Summer night, the dead of night, frogs are singing, the moon is curved and the stars are shining. Shake a feather fan, wipe a few drops of sweat, hold a brush and write down the mood for a moment. After that, the moon is still the same, the stars are still the same, but the frog has stopped. Sudden leisure, I want to play the lyre, but I sigh that the string has been broken, and no one is listening to it. What is the dream behind the curtain? Prosperous under the curtain, quietly passed away, leaving everything behind. The wind is flying, the flowers are buried, and they are within reach. It is probably too sad to say that it is out of reach. Looking up at the sky, flowers and leaves interweave and rotate freely in the sky wheel, telling the unknown midsummer.
The wind has stopped, the flowers have fallen, a midsummer night, parting, dreams are flying. ...
At the end of the song,
The body has turned around,
The rhyme is still there.
Xia Zhiyun Prose 10 The sky in May is breezy, catkins are flying freely, and the wild wheat fields are dyed red. The early summer season is slowly coming in people's anxious expectations. The air is filled with the fragrance of Sophora japonica. I remember a long time ago, we finally had fresh cucumbers and pods during the wheat harvest. The stunning green color in the bowl makes our taste buds wake up like early spring. At that time, there was no greenhouse, and people ate radishes and potatoes stored in vegetable pits all spring. In summer, it brings laughter and tranquility to unknown women in the kitchen.
In the early summer when I was sixteen, I fell in love with this fashionable style of flying skirt, which originated from the popularity of Qiong Yao's plays in Chinese mainland. The beautiful Liu Xuehua in the play has always had long hair and a plain skirt. I like the beautiful and elegant dream bamboo in Sunset and the tearful fairy-like international nuclear accident level in International Nuclear Accident Level several times. Being addicted to Qiong Yao has become the dream of our generation. That year, I clamored that my mother must go to the county to buy a white and elegant dress. When my graceful youthful body puts on a dress that I yearn for, that kind of joy and joy in front of the mirror is the charm and charm of a graceful girl. All summer that year, I read a series of Qiong Yao's books, such as On the Water Side, in the sunset in Yuan Ye. A quiet small forest, birds chirping, crickets chirping, sometimes drizzling, sometimes cool breeze bursts, the sun scattered on the body, quietly feeling the charm and dream of summer. Full of infinite magic and romance.
As for love, there is no doubt that at that age, it is full of infinite fantasies and desires. I remember sitting on a white and handsome boy's bike that summer, which became a scene of jealousy or envy for my classmates, so that I got a piece of paper with crooked love words inexplicably, and my heart was very uneasy and my cheeks could not help blushing. When I learned that my roommate's girlfriend was playing a prank because of jealousy, I realized that I really had an inexplicable desire. What is that? Very vague.
When the busy and tense exams are over and the long-awaited summer life begins, dragonflies shuttle between lotus flowers, butterflies rise and fall in the forest, and a bed of leeks in the garden is as full of infinite love as the starry sky. The slender cucumber vines are covered with pale yellow flowers, and the prickly cucumbers are green and attractive. I like the purple pod flowers and charming flowers covered on the lush bean rack best. This is the midsummer when I was seventeen. The girls are all wearing tight denim skirts, and the soft curves of their calves and hips are unobstructed. A pair of white tennis shoes, a simple but neat and shiny ponytail and a white canvas sun hat are just like the vibrant Metasequoia tree sprouting and turning green, so youthful, so harmonious and so handsome, and of course I am no exception. This summer, my mother and I went to the radio station where my father worked. This radio station is located in a remote geographical location. It was in a quiet mountain village with beautiful scenery. My father was born on a farm. He helped to open a big vegetable garden in front of the house. The stream here is gurgling and the scenery is full of pastoral atmosphere.
A figure is particularly tall and straight, a smiling face, a pair of eyes are particularly handsome, full of infinite depth, and there is a name that is particularly eye-catching. Maybe this is the dream girl of every girl's youth season. That summer, no matter where I was, I had a pair of burning eyes to follow closely. In the rows of neat seats in the TV room, a lonely figure sits quietly in the last row, but I am infinitely obsessed with the "first row" walking posture. He is cool, a little cold, and has a little smile. At that time, it was impossible to focus on a heterosexual. When he approached me, I had to stand up and leave. I knew that he had been walking behind me, and I saw the newly ripe tomatoes in the vegetable garden not far away, as shy as my cheeks were blushing at this time. This kind of follow-up makes me feel really excited. I suddenly stopped and saw a smiling face. I remember it was an extremely delicate face with color-changing lenses and a faint beard. He smiled at me, so for many years, I still remember that intriguing smile in the sunset.
Throughout the summer vacation, we paid close attention to each other, neither thrilling nor dreamy. Perhaps, the season of youth has never been magnificent, and this faint ripple makes youth always full of dreamy colors and yearning for love.
In midsummer, my mother and I set foot on the return bus. Under the bus, a pair of familiar eyes came burning. The bus started slowly, and I saw my waving arm slightly raised. I can't help feeling a little indifferent sadness in my heart. Is this the secret love of youth? What have you been waiting for quietly? Why can't you wait? Could it be a kind of lovesickness when two carefree flowers fall away from home? !
A yearning flooded the whole summer. When a song "Late Autumn" filled my ears, I received a boat ticket, but "The Sound of the Waves Still" was going away.
As a student, I have experienced one wonderful summer after another. Summer always brings "pink memories" to youth. When I wrote a passionate chapter about love in Pink Waterfall, I realized how charming the dreams in my youth were.
In those years, because of innocence, many emotions could not be said. At that time, there was no modern fast communication, only stationery, one after another. Many dreams about love bloom quietly in the quiet afternoon of summer when impatiens blooms brilliantly. Hide silently. But with the change of time, what we didn't understand in those years was love.
The willows in summer green my window, the passionate rain in summer keeps floating, and the tender feelings like a flood make my heart throb forever. The sweet songs of birds and the tender willow flute are always floating under the window, and Gu Teng, the creeper, is still entangled with the green acacia. The green moss dances the fleeting time of youth, and the graceful girl floats in the memories of youth.
The sweetest summer ...