We are born like summer flowers, blooming beautifully.
In the ethereal singing, the passionate summer comes quietly.
All creatures on the earth began to become lively. The sun is getting hotter, the mountain springs are moving, and the cicadas are noisy.
The lotus secretly showed its face from the pond, soft and pink. Beside the West Lake, among the lotus leaves, the lotus flowers are like graceful girls, and dragonflies are playing among the lotus leaves. A breeze blows, and the lotus exudes a unique fragrance, which is the smell of summer.
Those trees that bloom with red, pink and white flowers in spring are already full of heavy fruits. White and rosy peaches, sour and sweet little white apricots, cool and delicious crystal pears... they are crowded together, bending the branches. The faces of the hard-working fruit farmers under the trees are filled with the joy of the harvest, and an endless stream of tourists shuttle between them, picking the midsummer fruits. Take one mouthful and your mouth will be full of fragrance.