The traces of spring disappeared in the wind, and the wind came to the scene with cicadas.
Midsummer dream. I heard the leaves rustling in the wind, as if
Welcome summer in a familiar way.
I like midsummer, but I prefer midsummer night in my hometown, don't I?
There are neon cars and waterlines, and some are just pastoral scenery.
Well, cicadas, wind, fields, and people sitting on the ground watching the moonlight.
The continuous evening breeze gently brushed everything and wrote a string.
Song. The ears of wheat in the field rustled like a song in the wind.
A crazy song. The clouds in the sky seem to have been attacked by the night breeze.
Broken, the blue sky is dotted with white clouds everywhere. let go
Learned, teenagers follow behind with heavy schoolbags, but it seems that
I didn't feel tired, but I ran under the blue sky.
Riding in the wind, laughing in the wilderness alley, hair with the wind.
Everything that dances seems to be frozen and dyed into a dream painting.
Midsummer night always comes late, but I always
I can't wait for it to come soon, just because of midsummer night.
There is no neon flashing, only moonlight, stars and quiet beauty.
Stars twinkle like candles, rippling and scattering in the night sky.
The whole world has fallen. The moon is embedded in the deep night sky.
In the middle, it is as bright and flawless as an open magnolia. The whole sky group
The stars and the lonely moon are as bright, dreamy and romantic as jewels.
I like the bright stars and the lonely moon in the deep sky, but always
I feel that I lack the finishing touch, as if I were hanging out in the evening breeze.
What's that noise? It's a midsummer night cicada singing. How noisy!
Noisy and enthusiastic. The breeze blows through the treetops, and cicadas sing with the dusk.
The wind echoed again and again in the silent night, playing midsummer.
Unique notes of the night.
Midsummer night is always interesting and meaningful, and no family has it.
Deal with trivial things or relax at home like other seasons,
But at home with a recliner, at home.
Enjoy the cool under the buttonwood tree. Or shake away the inflammation with a fan.
Hot, but the most interesting thing is to hum a little song and look up at the sky.
The stars are lonely on the moon. Neighbors visit each other, chat with each other and are full of laughter.
Language, with occasional cicadas, or night wind.
Let's go
The evening breeze is mixed with cicadas, and the lonely moon and stars intoxicated me.
All summer.