I like green in summer. The endless surge of green is restless, representing youth. At first, it was light green and full of life everywhere; Then there is dark green, full of passion but not publicity, green seems to be embedded in it, but it gently overflows my heart; Finally, it is a thick dark green, not dull, and there is a high morale in maturity. This reminds me of Cao Cao's poem "An old horse lurks, aiming at a thousand miles".
I like the taste of midsummer. Take a deep breath in the lake, in the dense forest, on the grass, and even in a corner of summer, you will smell the breath of midsummer. There is the fragrance of the earth, the fragrance of the dense forest, the coolness of the lake and the warmth of the sun. Maybe you can get some incense, then hold your scented hand and smell it gently, and your little heart will soften, and you will really be intoxicated and enveloped by the breath of summer.
I was intoxicated by the sound of midsummer. The rain dripped gently. I really like this refreshing feeling, smelling the unique coolness of rainy days in summer, which makes people feel cool. But I don't know why, at this time-this poetic time-there is always a very sad feeling.
I can't describe midsummer accurately and vividly in words, because he is a poem that fascinates me. He writes in green ink, uses the rhyme of cicadas and creates an atmosphere with fragrance. I can only recite him repeatedly, savor him carefully and be intoxicated with him forever.