middle of summer
Scorching sun
Strong passion
Put this heavy emotion
Write a song.
Bold song
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high summer
Unbearable loneliness
dear restless heart
Hide this fiery red into the years.
Write a song.
Mei Wen
A magnificent song.
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high summer
Always send rain to quench your thirst
But the melancholy and sultry.
Pour it out at night
Write a song.
Sad song
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high summer
Always bring the wind to bring cool.
But the arrogant thunder and lightning
You always have to cut down a few trees.
Thoughts are like floods.
Write a song.
elegy
Did you read my poem the next summer?
Do you want to stop loving farmers?
The beautiful cicada in the whole season is excited under the crisp branches and leaves.
Singing and singing, I took a look, but I couldn't see the wheat waves in the border fields, and immediately it was golden.
In the river, lotus flowers stand out from the crowd beside the green umbrella cover.
Cape Gardenia just excused himself.
My wife has put on shorts and a shirt.
Come back from the market to buy seedlings and horses
The fragrant fragrance filled the courtyard.
A yellow-green apricot with a broken branch in front of the courtyard
Everyone threw away the wicker hat and flute.
The bamboo pole is broken, the leaves are yellow and green, and the afternoon is beautiful and soft.
Falling sunshine seeds
The sour and sweet taste in the afternoon is in my home, wheat, mountains and rivers.
Dongting is the hometown of Liu Xiu, Emperor of Hanwu, Hubei Province.
Rice seedlings were transplanted by striking a fire at night.
Lang Mai is a poem urging people to get up early and be greedy and dark.
If you like to write poems in the morning and evening,
After harvesting in the field with me, plow the field with water and write down green happiness.
The ancient dignity of one family, one product, one apricot and one steamed bun
The third chapter "summer" you, with fiery emotions.
Reluctantly bid farewell to the last spring.
You, naked.
Decorate this charming and passionate season
Let the lingering cicada reverberate in the whole sky.
Weave layers of dreams with golden warp and weft.
Lenovo eagerly hopes one after another.
Let summer have a warm feeling.
People have a yearning for life.
Exhauste all passionate feelings
Dump every city and street
Give play to your enthusiasm
Incite everyone's passion for life
Four summers in summer summer
Suitable for a person to celebrate.
Stay in the room day and night
Or keep running on the road?
At this moment
Closest to the heart
early summer
Accompany with loneliness
A wonderful self-entertainment.
Calm and clear
Summer solstice
Go out with a backpack
Meet a stranger
Stroll in the land of joy
Abundance and overflow
Late summer
get to work
Accept the other side of life.
keep your mind wide open
The starry sky shining in the midsummer light years appears in our night, in the dark city.
We are silently worried and happy on the edge of our thoughts.
When I come to a strange city, I always want to cry, and I want to cry without tears.
I often look at the traffic on the street under the gloomy street lights, and I am very confused.
When the clock swings, count your loneliness in the hour hand.
I thought this kind of life would last forever without much sadness.
In midsummer, on a hot summer day, we eat ice cream.
Laughing on the pedestrian street is our own happiness.
We can sing in each other's hearts and elope in love.
Accustomed to two people talking and laughing, laughing at their own thoughts.
If time can stay for a while, hope will stay at the moment when we look at each other.
Let us remember each other's deepest eyes and unforgettable years.
Midsummer Lightyear, remember, this is not our joke.
Love with your heart can deeply embrace each other's most sincere love.
Six summers, it's summer, it's here.
Replace the tight beam
Fade the cold face.
It's like a snake changed again.
Summer waves torment the earth.
The old farmer with the scorching sun on his head
Stroking the yellow ears of wheat
Guarding with joy
The inflammation in summer burned everything.
The plants are wilting.
Cicada is endless.
Suck the coolness of life
On a summer night, silence is noisy.
The light blurs the human eye.
Quiet seems to be moving from the future.
Endure the torture of leisure