You can't be a crawling crab.
Eventually captured.
Live by the water and move forward silently.
Sing in prosperity
Through the mountains and seas, always cherish that quiet yearning.
A cup of tea, a few like-minded people
Give off the fragrance of poetry.
Nature breeds prosperity.
Flowing cups and winding marshes, wind pavilions and waterside pavilions
A new lotus is in bud and you are singing in the distance.
Summer nights are unbearable.
Get up in the middle of the night and go upstairs to enjoy the cool and expand your mind.
There are many tall buildings in Yujun, which are calm and naturally cool.
Build a simple arbor under the tree.
Go to cool and low-temperature places such as caves to escape the summer.
Water is boundless, lotus Ye Xiang.
Take a boat to enjoy lotus and dispel summer poison.
The leaves of Pu Ye are desolate, with few boils and fever.
Water window ice pavilion, wander at will.
Painting in the lake, floating melons sink fruits.
All the way along the embankment, enjoy the cool and summer.
A person's external image, background, education, work.
It's all shallow labels, a temporary cloud.
A man can have no money and no handsome face.
Men are intelligent, educated and most important.
It's not terrible that life has fooled you.
The terrible thing is that you have lost your will and faith.
In the morning light, it is like a golden cicada, climbing the pear tree and singing.
The world is aboveboard and not afraid of fooling.
The second chapter "Summer" just bid farewell to the stars in the dream.
The warm morning breeze woke me up.
The morning light squeezed out of the windowsill is smart and refreshing.
I washed it last night without leaving any dust.
The river outside the window is full of emotion.
The unspeakable secret is impatient at this moment.
The tree stands on the emerald clothes with a mature female posture.
The enthusiasm of roses overflows the green belt.
Footsteps and wheels will make time to go back.
It's like chasing an era with dew.
My poetry is also fast.
Unconsciously, I arrived at the new platform.
The third chapter "Summer" picks up this midsummer for you.
No more dreams
Moonlight through the window lattice
Hyacinthus orientalis remains the same.
Knock gently on the door.
Sighed a few times and fell down.
In the corner of the story
There is a nightingale.
Sing in a low voice
A rainy season
The dry past is gradually weathering.
Only green willows depend on each other.
Spread for you
The one full of memories
Gravel path
Chapter 4 "Summer" Flowers Bloom and Fall
It's always short-lived
I'm not sad.
Because that's what fate should be.
? I just miss it.
The enthusiasm brought by summer
It is full of hope.
The breeze blew through my heart.
It's tenderness
? I smiled cleanly.
bright sunshine
A cheerful stream
Elegant green leaves
The artist enters the heart.
? I don't expect anything better.
Chapter 5 "Summer" Summer is like a damp ancient village at dusk.
The water in the secluded path flies like jade.
Whispering in the bamboo forest, weeping willows fluttering.
Grass and wildflowers stay and spread.
Everything born to love died for beauty.
Four months is like a lifetime of vicissitudes.
Sewing up the aesthetics and scenery of the earth
Summer is colorful, but the heart is clear.
A shade, a wisp of orchid, a lotus fragrance.
The dog fell asleep, and there was a familiar snoring from the water town.
Midnight frogs sing midnight cicada dance skirts.
The river wind is full of tender dreams and acacia tears.
Winding into undulating ripples.
Xia's performance and practice.
It was a kiss that created the will.
My lonely and superficial poems
This is not determined by the temperature at which you relax.
Chapter 6 "Summer" is located by the river where the waves turn gently.
Suffer from sultry and viscous boiling
Across the mountains and rivers of Wan Li.
It suddenly reminds people of summer in their hometown.
Tianshan tries to hold up a piece of blue.
Cover us gently down there.
The rolling grasslands, that's for sure.
It's a sponge under your ass.
The natural air-conditioned room is full.
It must be a mixture of white clouds and sheep.
The sweetness of breeze is better than that of milk tea.
A poem that makes you feel the most beautiful in summer.
If you walk in a small town,
Pure breath flows with the wind.
Casual breathing has an intoxicating meaning.
In a peaceful atmosphere, pedestrians are at ease.
It seems that the world is never in a hurry.
Quiet green hides the golden spots.
Suddenly, my eyes were full of gold.
The slow time moves from early morning to evening.
I always feel young physically and mentally there.
If you walk leisurely in the fields.
You are the star in the painting.
Every picture is cut from poplar trees.
Are symmetrical and vivid.
Cotton dancing happily
Singing in summer is the most passionate.
Every leaf is full of warm desire.
?
Noise caused by heat wave
Suddenly shattered my indulgent dream
Look up at the more gloomy face.
Subconsciously pick up the umbrella around you.
Chapter 7 "Summer" I walk with the wind in June.
It's like a talkative woman.
Whisper in my ear
Talking about the appointment with Hua Shan the day before yesterday.
Talk about the chase with Baiyun today.
Green waves roll and the fragrance enters the nose.
Plenty of sunshine.
All kinds of unpredictable things.
Find a shady place.
Lying in the time of June
The grass under my feet is furry.
White clouds are flowing in the sky.
Maybe three or two butterflies flew by.
Live so long
Just like on this warm day.
Sleep freely on your pillow.
Just lying quietly.
Don't plan tomorrow's daily necessities.
I don't care if there is a butcher knife in tomorrow's news.
Now, close your eyes.
In a limited life
Please let me have a good sleep.
Chapter 8 "Summer" The river is a good place in summer.
Dark green shadow
Running water produces wind.
Many people come here for the summer.
meet and part
Dispersion and aggregation
This process
Unfamiliar and familiar
Familiar and strange
The transformation of the world
done
Quietly, quietly.