Wen/How lucky
The fruits in summer are covered with branches, and it is another year when the wind blows wheat waves.
Green apples, red cherries, yellow apricots, warm seasons, there are always unexpected encounters.
In the quiet afternoon, walking on the path next to the wheat field and looking at the endless golden wheat waves, you will be rippling in your heart.
The afternoon sun in June is as hot as your bright face. June's heart, gentle, as fragrant as gardenia blossoms!
it's another year. The fiery wind blew through the meeting between you and me, and the golden wheat waves rolled in the fields and in the eyes.
golden wheat waves are similar year after year. The golden wind, why not similar year after year?
the wheat is ripe. At that time, you walked into my poem and became the little smile in Maixiang when I looked back.
Time flies and I have never forgotten you. I can't forget your long soft hair beside the wheat field. I can't forget your colorful skirt, flying in the wind.
It's another year when the wind blows and the wheat waves blow. I harvest the fragrance in my memory and the golden old days by the wheat fields.
It's another year when the wind blows and the wheat waves blow. A rain that knows the season has soaked my eyes. . . .
About the author: Liu Qingmei, whose pen name is lucky, is from Linyi, Shandong.
Personal hobby: I like modern poetry, and I like to look at the beautiful scenery with my heart in the beautiful world. I like to read poetic life with love in beautiful words.