What pervades the whole summer is a tense, warm and urgent melody.
As if a pot of water on the stove was bubbling and finally boiling, the fine sandy grass on the hillside grew into thick hair, and the faint smoke on the forest belt condensed into a long black wall. Dancing bees and butterflies disappeared, but they got annoying cicadas, and the potential leaves kept ringing. The fiery red sun is baking a golden land, the wheat waves are rolling, beating the distant mountains, and the clouds in the sky are beating the cars on the highway, like waves rushing to the ships. Gold dominates everything in the world, and hot air floats across the fields, blowing the smell of mature wheat. After half a year's savings, the spirit of spring has become a majestic trend, rolling in the fields and rising between heaven and earth. Summer has arrived.
The color of summer is golden. From the perspective of painting, this makes sense. The color of spring is cool and green, such as blue waves and tender bamboo, full of hope; The color of autumn is fiery red, such as sunset glow and red leaves, which indicates the extreme of things. Summer is just between the spring and autumn, naturally responding to this neutral yellow-the harvest is there but the hope is not exhausted. This is a peak season for connecting the past with the future and alternating life. You see, wheat has just been cut, cotton seedlings with seven or eight green leaves in the field, sorghum corn with megaphones in the air, and melon seedlings crawling on the ground all show great vitality in generate. At this time, they did not grow slowly in the spring breeze and light rain, but flourished under the transpiration of the hot summer, making a final sprint at the end of Xiang Qiu.
The melody of summer is tense, and every nerve of people is tense. Looking at the farmers waving sickles in the field, they bent down and sweated like rain, thinking about cutting fast, cutting fast; Here comes the wheat, thinking about playing, playing. It is hard enough for them to get up early and go to bed late. They have to listen to the window paper when they wake up in the middle of the night, but the wind is very strong. Looking out of the window, the sky is overcast. When the wheat harvest is finished, it's time to breathe a sigh of relief. We should water the autumn seedlings at once. "There are fewer families in the month and more people in May", with summer and autumn on their shoulders.
Regrettably, scholars of past dynasties have written many spring flowers and autumn moons, but there are few shadows of summer. Probably, spring is warm and full of eyes, and summer is always immersed in bitter sweat. Leisure people naturally don't like this tense melody. I will praise this golden summer loudly between spring and autumn.