summer
In summer, you have a fiery heart. The sun is like a fireball, hanging high in the sky, emitting a lot of light and heat, which makes the temperature rise rapidly, plants grow rapidly under your light, and green leaves become deeper. The crops are growing well and fragrant.
In summer, it's early in the morning and late in the evening. The day is longer than the night, and the light is a little more than the darkness. People like light, hate darkness, and live happily in a bright world.
In summer, you like losing your temper. Sometimes thunder rumbles, there are strong winds and heavy rains, which destroy roads, buildings, houses and crops, bring disasters to people and endanger human survival.
In summer, you have three summers: summer harvest, summer sowing and Xiaguan. It's really hard for farmers to get up early in the dark and work in the fields, and sweat is dripping into the soil. But when I saw the harvest fruit, I was filled with joy.
Summer, summer! People both like you and hate you. Like your fiery heart, like your enthusiasm. I hate your bad temper, which brings disaster and makes people sad! In summer, please get rid of your bad temper and give people more love and warmth! Benefit the people and become amiable!
Early Xia Wen/Xun Mei Walking in the Snow
Spring flowers in solar terms are drifting away, devouring dead leaves, leaving only new green. Inheriting the mission of life, overflowing with joy, making the season more fulfilling, and putting on trees with green hair, like emerald green. I want to spend the whole summer taking a green bath, turning myself into a quiet Zen leaf and crossing to the other side of the world.
That summer/Chen Xiaorong twenty-eight years ago.
At that time, I didn't think about poetry. I took the senior high school entrance examination with 2 yuan money and got lost on the way to Da Qiao District. Ten years of cold window is condensed into one day, and I will harvest it with my mother after the exam. During that time, my head always hurt. I went to the county hospital for the first time to make a film. The doctor said I didn't see anything wrong.
That frustrated college entrance examination made me seriously ill and had a headache all summer. I fell on the golden threshing floor, looking at the dazzling sunshine and the youth that was about to say goodbye. The school that we cursed ten thousand times may be far away in my memory. This land cultivated for generations can rest my soul.
Twenty-eight years ago, I bid farewell to the youth campus. At this moment, I am immersed in a poem. Some of those lives related to my youth are still alive, some have gone to heaven, and some have played some word games like me, saying insincere words on the way to heaven.