Four Seasons Songs and Modern Poetry in Summer

Cicada can always disturb your feelings,

what do you think?

In summer.

Sitting in a strange and lonely classroom,

The ceiling fan keeps turning,

Insects flying in outside the window

Say hello to me one after another,

But I still write my own words,

Just like now.

Was taken away by cicadas,

It takes some god to find out.

It's refreshing around,

I have been lying on the grass.

Let the wet grass touch your body,

Like all teenagers,

Dreaming of the end of summer.

A flowing shadow penetrated the darkness and silence.

Of course, I won't blame the dragonfly,

You know, the frogs on the shore are very noisy.

It's a ripple in your heart.

I tried to stop this fidgeting,

But I don't know, even if a part of Ye Er falls,

It will only increase ripples.

I really don't understand,

On a summer night, on the grass,

There will still be such sadness.

Ripples echoed round and round,

Long and complicated.

Summer-

I imagine being naughty this season,

Suddenly stopped,

Dragonflies are coming again,

Frogs began to croak,

Fireflies decorated the stage,

The breeze dances for the branches,

Look at the water again,

I am in the moonlight.

How handsome!

Suddenly,

There is a warm voice:

"Come back?"