Summer night, sultry and upset. Hiding in a cool room, drinking cold and refreshing beer and watching messy and noisy TV are boring and boring. Outside the window is the city sky, brilliant. Neon lights and street lamps in tall buildings have already lit up the summer night sky. The stars shining all over the sky in memory, as well as the moon with a smiling face, are out of sight and have disappeared. But in my memory, the colorful summer night of my childhood always haunts me.
When I was a child, it was a summer night without dazzling neon lights in the city, busy people and cars and noisy TV. It was a happy time, frogs were singing and stars were shining.
At that time, on a summer night, you can walk with your family on a green winding mountain road and climb to the top of the mountain, lie on the green straw mat, smell the sweetness of the grass and count the stars in the sky.
You can also step on the narrow path in the field with your family and go to the field; Smell the intoxicating rice fragrance in the field and listen to the frogs singing happily in the field.
There is also the need to catch moths and shiny scarabs and dance like meteors with friends under the mercury lamp on the roadside.
However, the most unforgettable thing is the summer night sports meeting.
On a summer night, on a flat land; Boys and girls; Happy friends all sit together, holding hands; Above, it's a happy star.
A small partner, holding a faint handkerchief, circled around the small partner, waiting for the opportunity, and put the small handkerchief behind the small partner with the singing of the small partner. In this cheerful atmosphere, friends sang in unison: "throw away the handkerchief, throw away the handkerchief." Please put it behind the child, don't tell him ... Tell him quickly, quickly, quickly ... "That song spread far under the stars in the boundless night sky on summer nights. Spread to the distant starry sky, spread to the whole night world. ...
Chapter 2: Summer-the world of cicadas and dragonflies
The high temperature in summer has lasted for several days. Hot and boring. In the morning, despite a night's rest, the Broussonetia papyrifera downstairs is still so drooping and listless. The mountains and clouds on the horizon seem sleepy and tired. But the fruit of Broussonetia papyrifera is bright red, like a twinkling red star looming among the dense leaves. In such a groggy and boring world, only cicadas are awake and happy. They started their high-decibel singing happily in the early morning. I am also busy singing from one tree to another. Not tired, not worried at all. In the Woods and grasslands. Only occasionally, a bug flies around wildly, but I don't know where it is going. However, I'm afraid the most energetic one is the dragonfly. They spread their beautiful and light wings and are busy flying around in the open fields, looking for traces of mosquitoes and moths. When the sky is clear and sunny, people will hide in the house in a hurry. Outside, in the vast world, it is the world of cicadas and dragonflies. Summer is theirs.
The third part: In the cicada singing, it evokes the memory of summer.
Looking around, "it's the hardest to stop when it's hot and cold." It's true.
"Residual clouds collect summer heat, and new rain brings autumn haze". The stars will turn and the seasons will alternate, which is an eternal natural law. However, when people face one threshold after another that they have to step on, they often have a nostalgic idea, although not everyone is "everyone is bitter in summer, I love long summer".
The high and low notes of cicadas seem to make the scorching summer longer. "The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze chirps at midnight." Therefore, in people's minds, the scenery and feelings of summer are always deeply fixed in their hearts with the unique rhythm of this season.
Are you leaving in summer? Following the cicadas ringing in my heart all summer, I combed the memories of summer in my mind.
Summer is coming, where is your track? Where is summer? In the tireless cicada singing, in several lightning and thunder showers, in the burning sun, in the lush shade, in fact, it has been floating in our memory.
"Waterfalls contain autumn air, and vines bring cool summer." In the heat, we have vaguely felt a chill, and it seems that we have heard another sound besides cicada singing, which is vaguely ringing in our hearts. A trace of melancholy surged up, and summer passed like this!
"In summer, the courtyard is deep and the pomegranate flowers are full of curtains." In summer, we feel its fiery feelings and appreciate its passionate and hearty style. Although, it is difficult for us to adapt to and accept this fiery enthusiasm.
"The shade is thick and the summer is long, and the balcony reflects the pond." Summer is the most beautiful season, with plenty of precipitation, abundant rain and lush vegetation, but full of green is on the hillside and fields, and the fragrance of vegetation is attractive and fascinating.
Drifting away, rushing by, still the same, still calm.
"Deep in the bamboo forest, where insects are singing, it is the wind when it is cool." In the cicada singing, there are both the heat of summer heat and transpiration, drowsiness and irritability, the green lotus in the pond and the bright moon hanging high in the sky.
Drifting away, rushing by, still the same, still calm.
Enthusiasm is the essence of summer. Cicadas sing, playing the memory of summer.
Chapter Four: Midsummer
The smell of cuckoo running in the wilderness is unpleasant, but it looks like snow geese sleeping in a clear spring. Liu Hua's stars are charming, and it is suspected that fire buds burn green branches. The shade is dense, there is no winding path, and it is chilly. Yesterday I lamented that summer was shallow, but now I feel that summer is deep. The sun god burned and baked the earth fiercely, and Tianhe was stingy and didn't borrow the cold. The bamboo is tired and reclining, and the lotus is unintentional and graceful. Smoky wind, sweaty light shirts, people walking in a hurry, steaming, dreams in the afternoon, worrying about their families. Melons and plums are juicy and easy to produce, but it's harder to watch plums.
The wind roared, the rain rolled, and the thunderbolt cracked the sky. The pearls are in perfect harmony, the shuttle is in full swing, and the mighty army sweeps the enemy. Who will compete with the dragon and tiger momentum? The air is foggy, so it is difficult to tell the way home in the desert. In a blink of an eye, it rained, the summer heat disappeared by half, clouds wandered around, and the sky in Raymond Yu rolled. The rough waves and the drums of frogs made the dense crowd listen to the chanting. Cicada is making a new sound, and bird's nest is flapping its wings. The vegetation is condensed with crystal dew, and the green leaves are greener. Mud, air, gardenia and fragrance blow on your face, and your vitality is not diminished.
Chapter 5: Summer Peace
The sun shone from east to west for a whole day without a moment's pause.
The sun is shining, and you can see something clearer and newer casually. In the garden, plants properly convey rich green. The color of the eyes is moist, just like the flashing emotion in the eyes of a woman in her youth; The color brewed by inorganic things also has a little organic component, which can also be in harmony with the soul. The dim light did not affect the scenery in early summer. However, the sky that is not blue is very pale blue. If it's lighter, it's no different from gray.
I have a habit of looking for something different from ordinary people. For example, the depth of color, the young leaves between branches and the old leaves, and the ups and downs of the river are all ups and downs. However, just a little behind, left a little idea, stopped in the old times, not synchronized. Nothing, leave a aftertaste, there is no sudden ash, everything is in transition, and it is also conducive to the discovery of beauty.
The white petals above the miscellaneous trees and between the wild vines, with the buzz of bees and flying butterflies, have prolonged the prelude of summer. More than fierce rush, dense and lush, on the day of gradual enrichment, sucked the rich nutrients in the sun.
For those, almost primitive ecology, like that poor man, he never suppressed his deep expectation for those simple human feelings.
Color is a new color, and gas is a rare gas. Poor cottage leaks, melons and vines enter, attractive and attractive. Even the clusters of yellow flowers are like the golden horn of the phonograph, and the misty sound is the fragrance it releases. Especially in the dead of night, fireflies are a little bit flickering, like the lyric of a violin. But this voice, inaudible, is as long as a dream.
This situation is very good. The journey of the heart and the journey of the soul can all be transformed into images and go away along the vines. The writing was unintentional, the palace merchants did not move, and the melody began.
After Lu's return, the tillers of new crops, with traces of stagnant rain, are like shyness falling in the shade of flowers. The old man has pulled out of his new job and can't explain it in any other way. In a few days, even if I relax or inadvertently, it has been pulled up one by one, making it smoky. One paragraph after another, jingling. And on it, leaves are like fingers, cut wrong, cut wrong. If so, under the shade of trees, there is the fragrance of MengMeng, just like soft wrists and dancing shadows.
To tell the truth, during the day, it's not so vague. It is not only the color of Yan Yan that pleases the eyes, but also the noise of silk and bamboo that pleases the ears.
Night, empty and bright. The moon that I haven't seen for a long time shines brightly in the night sky. Moonlight passes through some humid air and falls on mountains and water, causing a layer of confusion and subtlety. This kind of confused and wandering thoughts can wander here or settle down here.
In this confusion, you will never get lost. You can still see your own shadow, and even hear a faint voice and make its heartbeat.
Dewdrops by moonlight also shine brightly. Shu Xian's eyes are ordinary and pure. The night painted this month is thin and simple, like a plain silk hanging in the sky, measuring the temperature for the distant clouds; A few flowers, like a smile kissed by a dream, are as uneasy as a virgin who hears honey for the first time.
There are no unnecessary voices, no lengthy threads, and if you break the continuation, you can follow the suppression of sexual spirit. And its color caresses the mood, but it is vaguely painted by clouds in the clear water.
Look at the sky in a small place, look at the outside world in a small place, small and big, and have a wide heart. Even if there are no complicated levels, no side view, no seclusion, and no unspeakable fun, it can't be drawn in a few words.
Dear Weng, I am immersed in confusion, and the beauty of seclusion is beyond words. However, I would like to be empty and weak, and it is transparent. The moonlight is slanting, and there is still a full moon image, like a relief, in my heart lake. Even if there is no ethereal invisibility and invisibility, it does not hinder thinking. Consciousness can create an invisible shape or a solemn state.
It can breed poetic meaning and clear rationality. If, a weak moonlight, it will be a pearl sentence. If you spread a banana leaf, it will be cool and fragrant at night when you land. Then, it must be a catchy parallel style.
What time is it, star? I miss my strange eyes and curiosity. This doubt is actually the beauty of a summer night. The first sentence that came out was like the sound of a long finger hooking a pipa string, but suddenly it was released and stopped. Secretly echo, but at night, the fresh fragrance of blooming flowers.
If Guateng climbs the fence and hides the stars and the moon from the sun. Move a bamboo mat, light the flowers with fireflies, play with mottled lights, and gently brush the mist of new tea with the low rhyme in the air gap. What's the fun?