Late at night, memories naturally pour out.
The cicadas I thought I heard turned out to be just unpleasant birdsong.
Another summer has begun
I suddenly missed the beginning of summer, Xiaosi and Zhiang written by Xiaosi very much.
Although I can no longer remember what the camphor trees he described are like...
All the props that can cool down are revealed again
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They say this summer comes too suddenly
Haha
So many unexpected and sudden things have happened
Aren’t you used to it yet? !
How could this year be so similar to the summer before last, with the same great sadness and the same great joy...
The flowers of the locust trees should have bloomed, and the big locust tree in front of my house has already bloomed. After so many years, I wonder if there will still be children using long sticks with hooks to hook locust flowers to eat...
The Qionghua I saw in Yangzhou that day was as white as jade, and the entire flower It is round and plump, ten thousand times more beautiful than the one on TV...
Twenty-four bridges, moonlit night...
"The sparrows outside the window are talking too much on the telephone poles. What you said is very interesting." "The feeling of summer"
How much romance of summer is hidden between the two rows of straight trees I saw that day...
The vanilla-flavored ice cream lingering in my mouth promotes the coolness of summer And sweet...
The girls' beautiful lace skirts competed for beauty, showing off the charm of summer to the fullest...
The green leaves proudly declared the arrival of its kingdom. …
Taking advantage of the cool evening for a walk, I looked at the crowds of people passing by the stalls. It can always enchant your senses
Are you attracted by it?
What a wonderful season summer is...
Those who are afraid of being bitten by mosquitoes, (I am afraid of being bitten), hate the heat (alas! Including myself), and are afraid of getting tanned People
Since you don’t like it, don’t spend the summer, or go to Canada! It's cooler there. (Appropriating the language of young children)
Turning around and looking out the car window, the neon lights on the street lit up the slightly lonely night. There must be tens of millions of them! I can never tell whether this city is gorgeous or lonely. The trampled road is as hard as stone, oh, a city of steel and cement. I once thought it was a dream I had when I was a child, when I smashed it into the soft earth with my fist after the rain.
The rapid alternation between seasons is like the rising and falling of the tide. And I am always attacked a little unprepared...
Even, in a world where the kingdom does not exist, I am reminded of the tragedy and comedy of some protagonists...
"Student dormitory, empty home..."
The dormitory, separated by a layer of mosquito net, felt like I had left the whole world behind.
For so many years, I thought that there were a lot of sycamore trees in my hometown, and that all they dropped were sycamore flowers. It turned out that they were just simple tung trees...
Birds circulating in the forest My son's singing is more joyful than the keys between my fingers...