It is very hot in summer. God seems to have a fever, and his temperature is above 35 degrees! The sun is like a fireball, scorching the earth, the air is sultry and the ground is hot.
Animals can enjoy summer very well. Dogs hide in the shade, sticking out their long tongues and panting as if they had just finished a marathon. The fish soon surfaced, bubbling; Buffalo also "pedal" into the water, even if it dies in the water, it will not come out; Do your best. "I know, I know!" I cried quietly.
The buttonwood trees on the roadside stood there listlessly, without a trace of wind, and the leaves were motionless and covered with thick ash. The flowers in the sun will wither in a few minutes. People also hide at home like monsters. People in the house don't feel well either. Those with air conditioning turn on the air conditioner, those without air conditioning directly blow the electric fan, and some keep shaking the cattail leaf fan.
Summer is happy. Hot summer is a good time for swimming. The irrepressible children have rushed to the swimming pool like rockets in twos and threes. They quickly changed their clothes, "plop!" 1, has rushed into the pool. Swimming rings bloom on the swimming pool like flowers.
Children are like lively and lovely ducklings, swimming around freely. They have so many tricks! Some are swimming butterflies; Some are breaststroke; Others are swimming backstroke! The swimming pool will always be the Garden of Eden in our hearts. The children laughed, shouted and shouted, and the sound of "cool" and "cool" was endless.
The adults couldn't help it any longer, and jumped into the water to play with the children, as if they had returned to their innocent and beautiful childhood. How happy they are!
The sun is shining, whether the warm weather warms the quiet and lonely heart, whether the warm wind brings vitality to the barren heart, and whether the vibrant long summer brings the yearning blue sky.
The long summer is the messenger of midsummer. Does this indicate that there are more clouds in the sky, more green oil on the ground and more elegant powder in the pond? Will someone suddenly turn around and catch the shadow of your agility and keep him in his inner dark room forever, reluctant to share it with others and want to cherish it forever?
Will someone greet you when you come quietly, want to be your most sincere friend, and want to illuminate his dark heart with your fiery light? Will someone praise you for your beautiful dance, dance with you and dance with beautiful chords?
Whether someone gently holds your hand when you say goodbye, and you explain that goodbye in New Year is gentler, just like a parting confidant, without too many words, everything is immersed in quiet eyes, affectionate and delicate. How I wish it was me, how I wish I could look back and see you through my voice.