1, hot summer
My stomach is empty,
From time to time, there was an echo of purring,
This is my first reaction when I saw a plate of watery grapes.
It's very hot,
Grapes soaked themselves into blisters one by one, and the sun scorched the earth.
My cabin fan entered the south window room, and there was an echo of purring.
Sitting by the window, facing a plate of grapes on the table,
I heard I ate one,
There's one missing from the plate, less and less,
There was only an empty plate left in the end.
I heard the rumbling echo on the plate again.
2. Little Summer
Put the bamboo mats together,
The butterfly-like wings of the village hand,
Those that ooze from the earth wall,
As cool as dew after midnight. Comfortable.
With the moon full of yellow rings,
Sink into the western hills forever,
Occasionally there are one or two fireflies,
Still put those nights,
Look carefully,
The air conditioner is installed outside the building.
Sigh high and sigh low,
Why did you defect?
One side of the hand-made building,
The indifference of not talking to each other,
Tears,
Dropping on a sultry night when no one cares.
Summer is hot,
Thinking of grandma's hand,
The cattail leaf fan that shakes till dawn.
3. The sound of rain
The village will be pink and green,
Translated into melon-scented days,
You were born from a drop of dew on a blade of grass.
And then running all the way,
Chasing the footsteps of the rain,
A cool breeze followed,
A butterfly of different colors,
Just turned the old jujube tree next to the arch bridge at the head of the village,
Suddenly disappeared,
If you lose something,
After the pond at dusk in childhood,
A group of gaping laughter,
Nursery rhymes and Lv Ping,
Splash naked waves,
Inadvertently-
A shy cricket,
Along the warm and sloping stone road,
Through your lotus cheeks,
Climb into your silent ear,
So,
A grain of rice began to fill its chest,
At this time-
Outside the sky,
In the dream,
An eagle stands still,
A shiny mass,
The rustling moonlight.
4. Afternoon
At noon, the sun began to get hot.
A fake bride with red eyes, washing her hair with soapstone,
Ever since she dreamed that the mouse was going to get married that night,
Eat three meals a day, and you will fall into a rut.
From spring to summer, slowly make yourself soft,
Embroider bright colors on bright red silk,
Broken for no reason, happy for no reason,
When the man in gray came back from the horse race,
The afternoon door has not been opened for a long time.
The shadows of the trees slant deeply into the dusk,
Tea adds fragrance, reading candlelight at night, reading:
If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, it's still a matter of time.
The purple jasmine in the backyard blooms every night.
Quietly became the bride of the moon,
And you, still, are trapped in the lights of Jiangnan,
It is known that the wedding dress in the distance has been made.
5. Hot climate
This may be irritating,
Facing the heat wave,
To make matters worse,
A cool nap,
To be everyone's wish,
A quiet life.
From a quiet space,
It's not hot at all,
It's unbearable in the dog days,
Your summer heat,
But it is sweet to the lotus beside the pond.
Frogs are singing on the lotus leaves.
Intoxicated by the beautiful scenery,
As if singing a love song,
The language of love,
Your passion,
It brings nothing to do.
Your crying,
There will be a cloud.
Out of control,
Fill up the river.
Like your passion,
Let the years flow forward.
6. Summer sunshine
The summer sun began to bite,
Straw hats covered the villagers' heads.
The water I drank suddenly turned into sweat,
The sweat was covered with mud,
The glittering convenience road shook his eyes,
A busy scene in the field,
Keywords thin cowpea, fat eggplant,
There are many sea peppers as sharp as stars.
Red tomatoes and green dishes.
The tender cucumber is so tempting.
The cobs of corn grow stronger as they get sunburned.
The clothes on the mountain are getting greener,
The pear tree is covered with sweet smiling faces.
On the slope lay withered pumpkin vines,
Cuckoo sings a thousand-year-old song,
Several ears of rice crawled out to eavesdrop.