Thunder and rain rumbled across the field.
Pick up a hoe to sweep weeds,
Throw fertilizer at the strong seedlings on the ground.
Summer is the expectation of farmers.
The cicada pouncing on the branch,
The broken wings are as thin as cicadas.
A smile on the corner of my mouth,
Giggling in the alley home.
The ripples of summer rippled on the children's faces.
In the frog's cry, the night sky is more open.
Forests with fireflies are quieter.
Where is the splash by the stream?
A river as clear and cool as the spring breeze?
Sleep in the dream of the Milky Way star in summer.