Modern poems about Xia Wawa

Summer has arrived

Replace the tight bundles

Remove the cold appearance

Like a snake transforming again

The summer waves torture the earth

The old farmer with the scorching sun above his head

stroking the yellow ears of wheat

Guarding the joy in his heart

The summer heat burns everything

The grass and trees are dying

The cicadas are endless

Hungry for the coolness of life

Summer night, silent against the noise

Lights blur human eyes

Tranquility seems to come from the future

Enduring the torment of leisure