In summer, all the beauty is in the eyes. Especially the smell of vilen, which is full of green, is really charming.
On a sunny day, I made an appointment with three or two friends, got on my bike and flew to the suburbs. The wind is fluttering and the clothes are graceful, inspiring everyone who loves nature, full of blood and full of youth and heroic spirit.
There were many tourists along the way. They took photos with the green mountains and waters as a souvenir, and put "pose" from time to time, and there was cheerful laughter between Shan Ye.
I put myself by the stream. The "tinkling" joy of the stream is like a long spring river, from the heart, from the silent mountain forest, through the rocks, across countless ravines and ridges. All the flowers and grass seem to be doing a celebration ceremony, green and green; Red and delicate. If I live here, I will become a layman and stand by the stream and talk to nature every day. Such a day is leisurely and stable.
I want to plant a piece of land and live a self-sufficient life. Raise a flock of chickens and ducklings. The trees around the house are towering into the sky, and birds are happily nesting in the branches. They chattered and had children happily. This is my Garden of Eden, attracting countless bees and butterflies to dance.
In my fenced garden, I lay on a cane chair. Holding a Tang poem in his hand, he shook his head and read it aloud, pretending to be a poet. Tired of reading, I gradually fell asleep. ...
Everyone who passes by here will believe that there really is heaven. All those legends about fairy tales have come true. In this way, I watched the grass grow and the warblers fly in the peach garden, watching the trees grow in shade and the flowers cluster, enjoying the charming summer.
Suddenly, a loud thunder interrupted my train of thought. I saw the clouds in the sky getting thicker and thicker, overlapping together, showing many patterns, some like flocks of sheep, some like Malik rushing. 1 of "wow", the rain poured down, the mountains were covered with rain curtains, the leaves kept shaking and the river was bubbling.
Rain comes and goes quickly. After a while, the sky turned white and the rain gradually subsided. After the rain, Shan Ye was clean and fresh, moist with water vapor, emitting a pleasant fragrance of trees and flowers, which gently brushed the nose.
"It's time for a light rain ..." Humming a ditty, I hurried home happily. ...
Summer Essay 2 Spring is fading away, and summer is slowly coming to us. Summer morning, summer insects are also constantly wandering. How charming the summer nights are! What I like best is the evening in summer. In the evening, the weather gets colder and people become active in the evening. Some people are walking, others are enjoying the scenery, and I am spending every summer evening. I tried to compose music and sing lyrics on the road, singing while walking, accompanied by the breeze. Frogs croak in the distance, and dragonfly children fly around in front of my eyes. In summer, I have an unspeakable feeling.
Every summer morning, I get up at four. The first thing I do after getting up is to pour a cup of tea. I'll run for a kilometer after pouring tea, and then I'll drink that cup of boiled water when I get home. Then, brush your teeth, wash your face and have breakfast. In summer, when I saw green rice seedlings in the field, frogs chirping, bright stars in the sky, planes in the sky, dogs and cats at home, I made up many lyrics. I can't help but make up < >, the lyrics are: by the path; Green rice fragrance; I walked on that road. Look up at the blue sky; The stars and the moon are bright; The breeze blows; Green rice floating; The children are crying; Planes fly around in the sky; The cats and dogs at home are jumping; People are so happy and easy to walk; Happiness, others think summer is boring and terrible. And I think summer is happy.
I think there are many interesting things in summer, such as me, my cousin and some friends of my cousin. When we were bored, we decided to catch dragonflies and step on lotus flowers. On a charming summer evening, my cousin punted in the lotus pond and we stood in the cabin. With the net, when a dragonfly falls on the lotus leaf, a net can trap several dragonflies. We don't just catch dragonflies in the lotus pond, but step on lotus flowers. How happy we are to play in the lotus pond! How happy I am! In the eyes of others, summer is tasteless, but in my eyes, it is a beautiful world. Let me find a lot of fun, catching dragonflies, stepping on lotus flowers, composing music and singing lyrics. ...
Summer is my favorite. I put all the fun in the morning and evening of summer. I like summer, it brings me good times. I will keep summer as a beautiful painting.
Ah! In summer, you are a beautiful angel in my mind.
In summer, if I can sleep in summer, it will be a deep night, and I will start chanting again alone.
Spring in Shijiazhuang is always so short, so short that it is too short to feel the breath of flowers in summer.
In summer, I began to be afraid of this season. Five years, five years ago, this season brought you to my side, and we met unexpectedly on campus.
In summer, I drank the pure water you bought on a sunny afternoon, and the night wind was gently embraced by you. I spent the whole night with you in the Internet cafe on a boring weekend. We had a romantic encounter in the empty campus, and we had a faint miss in the long summer vacation.
Summer always reminds me of you.
I was headstrong before, but I am still headstrong now, so I still fantasize about meeting you again.
I smell the summer heat, but I can't smell you anymore.
Tossing and turning, thinking of you in complex emotions! Miss you! Miss you!
There is not a sound of air vibration in the silent night sky. If it is noisy, it may disturb my thoughts, bring me back to reality and remind me that it is night and it is time to rest.
In summer, if I can sleep in summer, I would rather commit suicide and spend all the time belonging to this season.
At least I won't see the boy wearing an orange T-shirt thinking of the scene where I followed you all the way from the boys' dormitory to the off-campus Internet cafe.
At least I won't think of your concern when I see ice cream.
At least I won't see beer and remember how many nights we drank.
At least I wouldn't think that we would walk on the playground together on a cool summer night.
Summer, what happened to me?
The flame-like temperature can't affect the cold heart.
The picture reappears, but I can't go back to that summer with you.
Fantasy, fantasy, disillusionment.
A chastity and a chastity freeze frame will never be played in the series again.
Miss you! Click Tentative, and then play it again. I still miss you!
If your indifference is also in the summer when we passed by, maybe you can balance this season!
The season suitable for blowing at night is full of tender days you have given!
I won't even give you a reason to hate you this season!
Prose in Summer 3 Summer is a poem "Thinking of a Quiet Night" written in Jiangnan. It is rich and suitable for expressing emotions, weaving colorful dreams, whispering under the moon and thinking quietly.
So, leaning against the window, quietly thinking about the past, let a wisp of breeze come face to face, with the fragrance of earth and Shan Ye, knocking on the door of the universe, opening the curtain of the blue sky, opening the waves of the Milky Way and looking at the bright stars, blurred and flashing, a little colorful, eager to arrive in the thick midsummer night. Through the gentle touch of the moon hanging on the treetops, it reveals the feelings like water deeply hidden in the ravine of the years, so that the faint joy and sadness are slowly chewed by loneliness.
Tonight, sitting on the edge of soul and dream, smelling the fragrance of rose trees, watching the flowing green leaves, listening to the tinkling of clear springs on the rocks, listening to the singing of birds in the mountains, listening to the rustling of vegetation in the forest, smearing graceful thoughts, releasing your soul to the fullest, and wandering in the south of the Yangtze River with light and pure Xia Feng.
Perhaps, all the literati have a dream of Jiangnan in their hearts, decorating their homes. In Jiangnan, make yourself a mountain, lie in a Yuan Ye, walk into rivers and swim into pavilions. Wherever you go, graceful steps are in the landscape map leading to the painter. I like the fragrance of its soil, like the ease of small bridges and flowing water; Like the quiet time of its old street, like the charm of blue bricks and small tiles; I like its soft time and the warm breath of the river flowing under the eaves. A thin bamboo oil paper flower umbrella and a beautiful back are enough to make many literati pour their love and splash ink.
In this life, I would like to retire from the mountains and rivers in the south of the Yangtze River, and to exude the open-mindedness of life, which is fleeting. ...
Prose in Summer 4 In the summer, I borrowed a wisp of gardenia fragrance from your wind, stained with the charm of hibiscus, lived by the slender lotus leaf, and faced a little green duckweed. You twisted on the calligraphy mat, slimmed down into my simple poem, and beat the drums of life in time.
Under the gardenia, youth was originally a sad book. I remember that year, I loved the elegant brushwork of Shu Hai Yilin, and I was full of energy. Flying words guide the country, and the dignified atmosphere of books brings us endless fragrance, which is the ashes between our talks and laughter, and can eliminate several storms? In a hurry, spring is back.
This summer, graduation season, another crossroads in life, a long trip. Maybe some moods are suitable for preservation, and some throbs are suitable for memories. Some friends are suitable for gratitude. They wade through the river of years. The road has an end, and the "Tao" is endless. From innocent childhood to ignorant and confused teenagers and then to slightly mature youth, we are always stepping on our own steps, deep or shallow, big or small, connected in series to witness the growth all the way, and love has been flowing in our hearts.
The road ahead, is the wind rising and the moon setting, the bridge breaking the river, or is it sunny and full of flowers? A journey of mountains and rivers, a journey of singing, a snowstorm and more sadness.
Leaves fall to the roots, know how to pick, and when flowers fall, they feel youthful.
I have been careful not to mention summer in my words, so I was overwhelmed by large pieces of unintelligible words. You may not know why I talk so much empty talk, just because my mother, years and love are all things I thought of this summer. When those words that I once thought were beautiful were presented to me, I shrank back.
My mother said that I can finally be independent this summer. At that time, I didn't need to be afraid anymore. I can't imagine how much hardship and pain my mother has experienced in the past years, whether it is the shadow left by a failed marriage or too many things in her life. I thought of my mother's face together, and this time my eyes were wet.
I mentioned my mother again and again this summer. I think this is the biggest mistake of my life. My mother has lived most of her life, and she is still so dim. When I went home for the Spring Festival, my mother came to meet me at the station. I'm wearing clothes worth 1000 yuan, and my mother is still wearing the shabby cotton-padded clothes I saw eight years ago. At that moment, my heart broke. I don't think this feeling needs too many words, and I think you can understand it.
When I was paid in May, I sent my mother a bag that she had been nagging about all winter, but she called me and scolded me for being out alone, but my mother forgave me for this betrayal, because many times I lost the whole world and could not live without you.
Mother is something that runs through years, and years? Whose life is it? I have never liked such a thick green, and I can even see the parting behind the green, because the light rain once told me that when the leaves turn dark green, we will separate, so I lost them frequently in such a green burning season, which made me have to mention your love to us. Remember the light year in midsummer? If I didn't meet you, what would I gain and what would I lose? Love is cool at night. You and I have both experienced its beauty, but this time I am the only one who has experienced emptiness.
Summer Essay 6 When the scorching sun wolfs down the pool that is about to dry up, where will the poor fish go? I used to look forward to summer as a fish in a puddle looks forward to the rainy season. I always thought that only summer could keep me away from competition and pressure.
Enjoy summer gifts with my brothers during the long summer vacation. Laughter in the cool morning, exercise in the hot afternoon, and madness in the golden summer night. Forget all the stress and troubles in sweating like rain.
Looking forward to, autumn has gone to winter, winter has gone to the solstice of summer, and then there is a hot, lonely and lifeless season, but the summer I dream of has not yet arrived.
The fish in the puddle knows how far the rainy season is, and the stretched mud and hot temperature still torment it mercilessly.
Vicissitudes are cruel.
The time between my fingers took me through sixteen spring and autumn years, and the years passed quickly like a river flowing into the sea, which made me dizzy. I was still immersed in the midsummer when I was a child, swimming in clear water and cicadas chirping endlessly; The soul is still in the forest, shooting an arrow with a bow, and the joy is still the same. It's hard to forget those distant past events.
Now, I am forced to pick up the pressure and sadness, but what I don't want to lose is lost, lost. The endless ocean of problems bothers me, and the boring life bothers me. Do you have to accept pain when you grow up?
Summer childhood playmates, where are you? Do you remember the summer when we dated together? Do you still remember our summer vows? At the end of the song, people are scattered, and the memory has not disappeared.
Silly fish is still intoxicated and remembering the vast lakes of the past, but he doesn't know that death is coming.
Later, I finally understood: how can people be incompatible with the law of growth, the bright moon also has its ups and downs, the pressure of youth should replace the freedom of childhood, and time cannot go back. Some things have indeed passed with the years. We should accept what is realistic. How can we force what is lost?
The bottom of the river was finally completely exposed, and there was a dried fish on the ground. The crow came to peck, but suddenly found a mud nest under the body: loach temporarily chose rancid mud for tomorrow's rainy season. ...
A happy farmer has four lovely children, namely spring, summer, autumn and winter. Farmers hold spring in their left hand, autumn in their right hand, summer in their arms and winter on their backs. Without winter, the earth cannot breathe; Without spring, the earth will lose its vitality; Without autumn, farmers have no harvest fruits and no motivation to work; Without summer, the earth will lose its luster, life will lose its youth, flowers will wither in the cold, fruits will wither prematurely, and it will not be able to meet the autumn when the harvest is in sight. Therefore, farmers love and cherish all four children. Of the four children, Winter is simple and a strong young man. Spring is full of vitality. She is a beautifully dressed little girl. Autumn is hardworking, and he is a cultivator who can live; Between summer, spring and autumn, she is lively, hospitable, colorful, innocent and passionate. She is a girl who is as bright as a flower and burns like a flame.
Flowers bloom quietly, and the sun warms up day by day. Unconsciously, spring goes to a distant school like a skipping pupil. When summer comes, the fiery red sun rises between heaven and earth, turning the earth into gold, white clouds into heat waves and wind into flames. She jumps, she runs, she sings, she has a thin momentum, infinite passion, colorful dreams, full of infinite vitality, and expresses it in heaven and earth. A piece of grassland is her poem, a clump of Woods is her painting dyed green, a castle peak is her song, the waves of her true feelings are on the river, the waves of Daoxiang are the fragrance of her sweat, and the waves of wheat are the dance of her skirt ... Youth makes her colorful; Love makes her gentle; Vitality makes her passionate; Charm makes her an absolute beauty.
Summer, in the sea of flowers, in the green forest, in the fiery passion, in the pure love, in the pursuit of dreams, in the longing reverie. White is summer clothes; Red is a bikini in summer; Green is a cool shirt in summer; Gold is a favorite coat in summer; Colorful, it is a beautiful long skirt in summer; Colorful underwear in summer. Gorgeous in appearance and affectionate in heart; Quick and decisive action, strong and sincere feelings. Come with beautiful flowers and leave rich fruits when you leave. At first, I was ashamed and speechless, and gradually I became cheerful and generous. When you laugh, the birds sing, and the fragrance smells good. When you cry, it thunders and thunders. Love is sincere, hate is fierce.
Birds are singing in the forest, farmers are resting in the shade, rivers are winding in the valley, melons and seedlings are extending in the countryside, green leaves are swaying in the sun, branches are full in the heat, flowers bow their heads shyly, butterflies and dragonflies are playing between lotus flowers and water, corn is in the green embrace, wheat is in the golden seed, rice is in the golden smile, and watermelon is in the oily green pattern-colorful summer, brilliant summer.
The calendar of summer prose 8 opens the splendor of summer, and the bright sunshine of 20 degrees dispels the humid mood of spring.
Plum blossoms, pear blossoms and cherry blossoms have all been thanked. Human nature is that falling flowers are intentional and running water is ruthless. Looking back, May's wheatgrass is over.
A few clear birdsongs by the window awakened the morning dream of the weekend. Opening the curtain is like opening your heart. You feel that clarity and ignorance are just a window apart.
It's raining cats and dogs, and the sky is blue as washing. The sun slowly climbed to the treetops, and the trees cast mottled light and shadow on the ground. By the hedge, crickets sing tirelessly.
Sitting quietly on the terrace of the lakeside house, holding a parasol, calmly, leaving the restless street behind. The lake is still quiet, and there are three or five fishermen sharing this vast waters with me. On the lake, sparkling, swallows flying low. Clouds on the horizon and wild cranes on the island are reflected in still water. The shallow water near the shore is densely covered with green lotus leaves, and the breeze sweeps across the water, bringing a ray of lotus fragrance and nourishing the heart.
Half my life has passed, and I am very happy to settle down by the water.
I, love the water, also love lotus, because I was born at the water's edge where lotus blooms. The small wooden boat is my cradle, and the sound of waves and paddles are childhood songs. Many years later, when I was looking for a home, I intentionally or unintentionally copied my childhood.
I remember that year, on a summer day by the lotus pond, a girl in a flowery skirt came to me leisurely. I held her hand that day, but she took my heart away. This is a touching and beautiful memory. Until now, the lotus leaf is still swaying in my dream.
People living in Zeguo, a water town, are lucky. In hot summer, they enjoy the moisture of water and the fragrance of lotus. Throughout the ages, people have devoted too much affection to the Netherlands. Dignitaries and ordinary people all love lotus flowers. Lotus rhyme sheds a scholar's pen, and hibiscus blooms a girl's cheek.
It's like a lotus pond in a fairyland, with clear moonlight and clear lotus leaves. It turned out that on the ship, the piano was rippling, the candle was slightly drunk, and Wu Nv, who was charming, danced with tenderness. How fascinating is this situation?
In Jiangnan water town, boys and girls picking lotus flowers paddle boats and hide in the depths of lotus bushes. The boat moved slowly, and a smile was written on the brow. My brother is affectionate, my sister is interested, God is my witness, and flowers are my medium. Brother, you have to be good to me all your life; Sister, I only love you in my life. A glimpse of boating, the evening breeze blows gently, and the sunset dyes the lotus pond red. Two boats are singing and melting into the boundless night. Happy people are drunk; Jiangnan water town, also drunk.
In the poet lotus pond, "the hibiscus falls and the ship moves the egret to fly"; "The lotus leaves are infinitely blue the next day, and the lotus flowers are different in color the next day"; "Take a float boat, cross the lotus pond and sing a song called Sleeping Mandarin Duck." The girls snuggled up to Xiang and smiled, contending with each other, shaking off the lotus flowers to cover the dusk photos. Reciting these beautiful words is like being in a lotus pond.
The Daming Lake described by Qiong Yao, the wind is raining and the lotus flowers are fragrant. In this sentimental summer, the romantic emperor was lucky enough to get a folk woman. After that, the emperor never came back, and the spoony woman was left alone in the empty boudoir. The story is beautiful and touching, making people sad.
I vaguely remember Mr. Zhu Ziqing's Moonlight on the Lotus Pond. In the hazy moonlight, mist fills the air, graceful green lotus leaves and graceful lotus flowers soothe the dull heart of an old China literati in the backyard of troubled times.
Lotus's character has shaped the feelings of a thousand-year-old scholar. Zhou Dunyi, a Neo-Confucianism scholar in the Northern Song Dynasty, devoted his life to fame and wealth, not literary attainment. He wrote in "Love Lotus": "Love lotus alone, never touching mud, clear but not evil, straight and not crawling outside, fragrant and clear, graceful and pure, but not ridiculous from a distance."
Me, I don't know elegance. I just want to have a rest in the busy crowd and enjoy the coolness of the lotus.
Prose in Summer 9 Summer is the world of cicadas; Summer is the world of lotus; Summer is the smell of memory.
Summer appears in cicadas. It's a pleasure to wake up every morning with cicadas singing? Catching cicadas is the most popular among many pleasures. Every summer, the children in the village will hold a long stick covered with cobwebs and pounce on cicadas from a distance, but they will fail every time. Children are not discouraged by this, because there are older children behind. Older children tend to be smarter. They wait for the night to come and turn on the lights on the balcony at home. Soon, they can hear the cicada hitting the wall. At this time, they can reach out and jump to catch cicadas. At that time, simple and pure happiness was self-evident
Summer is reflected in vitality. "The mud is not stained, it is clear but not demon, and it is not straight outside." Summer is the peak season for lotus flowers. In front of the pond, the blooming lotus flowers are shy and beautiful, and the blooming lotus leaves are green and majestic. They fluttered with the wind, stretched out and danced in it, just like the lotus fairy dancing on the lotus leaf. After a while, the lotus leaf drives the lotus to bend to the clear water, jumping like a dragonfly, and dancing like a ballet dancer on the water, soft and moving, but clean and neat. Tao Yuanming loves chrysanthemums, which can make tea and make fires, and also represent the aspirations of great men. I love lotus only because it brings us the sustenance of fantasy and yearning.
Summer is on the tip of my tongue. Wandering on the campus runway, trying to find the taste of summer in memory. "Sell cool grass, sell cool grass! A bowl of 20 cents, a bowl of 20 cents ... "An old man over 60 pushed Xiao Mu to take a taxi and shouted: Most of the people who heard the news were children, just like eating maltose. They handed in their "treasures" and exchanged cool grass with the elderly, often with little gain, but the children ate with relish and their faces were filled with childlike smiles, which was a kind of satisfaction and happiness.
When jogging, I accidentally tripped over myself and fell on the grass. Suddenly there is a bitter taste in your mouth, so spit it out quickly to find out. Bitter grass, but it has the effect of hemostasis. The astringent taste still stimulates my taste buds, just like the lotus seeds that my grandmother tasted for me in my memory, but it is also bitter and sweet. Grandma says this is life.
Summer, summer in the heart, summer in everyone's heart, contains infinite emotions and hides countless beautiful summer stories.
Summer Prose 10 "Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers and death is as beautiful as autumn leaves!" The Indian poet Tagore once said this. In the eyes of romantic poets, life is simple, as simple as a cradle and an epitaph, and the years are pure, as pure as summer and autumn. Inadvertently, another summer came to us quietly with a light pace, strong enthusiasm and spicy momentum.
She is like a woman who has just fallen in love, passionate and passionate, as if to melt the whole universe in her kiss. Flowers and plants can't bear this madness after all. They hang their shy heads and the leaves curl up quietly, hiding their thoughts that are easily provoked. There is also a stream that has been singing tirelessly. Finally, its sweet voice stopped and it put on a mask made of pebbles of seven colors. Longcheng in the north, although there is no sauna-like hot flashes in Jiangnan, is still unbearable hot. Just ask for a cool breeze, Xu Lai, to ease the hot summer days and bring a little warmth and coolness.
Although there are always countless connections and feelings between summer and hotness, she also has many loveliness. Look! Women sway colorful skirts, softening the eyes in midsummer and making this season's dreams colorful. Men naked healthy skin in the sun, in the river, swimming pool to show their swimming skills, enjoy the fun in the water, add endless vitality and majestic appearance for this summer. Children can drink cold drinks, eat ice cream and enjoy the happy privileges given to them in summer. Old people sit under the green trees in groups of three and five, drinking tea, chatting and playing chess, so they don't have a taste of life.
The corner of the community also has a unique flavor. I don't know whose loofah is hovering up along the rope and curled vines. The delicate leaves are swaying in the wind, and the long green loofah is hanging on the vine. The faint fragrance is so attractive that passers-by reach for it. On the green grass, nameless wildflowers bloom, dragonflies hover, butterflies fly, and urchins play and chase. At this time, I don't know where the scarab came from, crawling around on the twig, attracting the curious eyes of children. On the rugged path, rows of ants lined up, indicating that a heavy rain is coming.
Sure enough, in an instant, the sky was overcast, thunder and lightning, and heavy rain spread all over the earth. A puddle was formed in an instant, and water splashed everywhere from time to time. But this summer's rain came and went quickly. In a blink of an eye, the wind stopped, the clouds dispersed, the rain stopped, and it was sunny again, with birds singing and flowers fragrant. If the sky is not blue, the air is exceptionally fresh; If it weren't for flowers and trees, they would still keep the crystal rain and dew; If it weren't for the breeze, it would be refreshing; I think rain is just a beautiful illusion, and it never really comes!
On summer nights, parks are the most pleasant places. Before the afterheat of kissing the earth in the scorching sun has completely dissipated, the cool breeze has already urged people to go to the park in twos and threes, and the park that has been silent for a day has gradually become lively: old people are walking, young wives are walking their dogs, and some are sitting or standing chatting. The children ran and laughed, and the noise made the air boil. Couples are holding hands and falling in love in the shade. The most eye-catching is the aunts who dance square dance. They are all in high spirits, full of charm, twisting their posture and dancing happily with the cheerful melody that has not been played yet! Laughter and laughter mingle with the fragrance of flowers and plants, floating in the wind, echoing from afar ... This noisy crowd, winding corridors, clusters of green trees, small bridges and flowing water, dotted with various lights, constitutes a fantastic and intoxicating poetic picture.
Summer night, the noise gradually faded, unusually quiet. Looking up at the sky, you may find that the Milky Way has quietly spread out, and the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are flashing in it, as if they miss each other and stare at each other, and as if they are whispering, telling their deep feelings and longings and looking forward to the reunion of Tanabata. Or the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the evening breeze is blowing gently. Fireflies carry small green lanterns through the grass, branches and eaves, shining and erratic; Crickets sing; Frogs are melodious and summer symphonies are played. Or the lotus in the pond, the fragrance of jasmine in the courtyard, the elegant daisies and swaying willows in the garden, and the fragrance of dreams comes with the wind.
Summer has brought us so much fun and artistic conception, whether it is her warmth and beauty, or her strength and heroism, it exudes a unique charm, and her scenery is so vivid and interesting everywhere. How can we not let people be fascinated by this colorful summer?