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?"