It's like a pot of boiling water on the stove bubbling, steaming and finally boiling. On the hillside, the fine sandy grass gradually grew into thick hair, and the faint smoke on the forest belt also condensed into a long black wall. The light flying and slow dancing bees and butterflies have disappeared, but it is an annoying cicada, and the leaves have been ringing. The fiery red sun scorched the golden earth, the wheat waves rolled and beat the distant mountains, and the clouds in the sky beat the cars on the highway, like waves rushing to the ships. Gold dominates everything in the world, and hot air floats across the fields, blowing ripe wheat fragrance. After half a year's savings, the spirit of spring has become a majestic trend, rolling in the fields and rising between heaven and earth. Summer has arrived.
The color of summer is golden. From the perspective of painting, this makes sense. The color of spring is cool and green, such as blue waves and tender bamboo, full of hope; The color of autumn is fiery red, such as sunset glow and red leaves, which indicates the extreme of things. Summer is just between the spring and autumn, which naturally responds to this neutral color-the harvest is there but the hope is not exhausted. This is a peak season of connecting the past with the future and alternating life.
You see, wheat has just been cut, cotton seedlings with seven or eight green leaves in the field, sorghum corn with megaphones in the air, and melon seedlings crawling on the ground all show great vitality in generate. At this time, they did not grow slowly in the spring breeze and light rain, but flourished under the transpiration of the hot summer, making a final sprint at the end of Xiang Qiu.
The melody of summer is tense, and every nerve of people is tense. Looking at the farmers waving sickles in the field, they bent down and sweated like rain, thinking about cutting quickly, cutting quickly; Here comes the wheat, thinking about playing, playing. It is hard enough for them to get up early and go to bed late. They still have to listen to the window paper when they wake up in the middle of the night, but when the wind blows. Looking out of the window, the sky is overcast. After planting the wheat, it's time to breathe a sigh of relief and water the autumn seedlings quickly. "There are fewer families in the month and more people in May", with summer and autumn on their shoulders.
Regrettably, scholars of past dynasties have written many spring flowers and autumn moons, but there are few shadows of summer. Probably spring is dissolved, and my eyes are full, but summer is always immersed in bitter sweat. Leisure people naturally don't like this tense melody. I want to loudly praise this golden summer between spring and autumn.