I love you for cool summer nights. The windows were open and the lights were on. Fruit in a bowl. Your head is on my shoulder. These are the most enjoyable moments of the day.
"In the summer hides a cute you like a bubbling soda at dusk and a cat who often sleeps on the windowsill."
I like my cowardice, pain and embarrassment as well. I like the summer light, the smell of the wind, the chirping of cicadas, I like these, I like it very much.
It seems that all the stories of youth must be in the summer, the endless summer.
You are my warm gloves, cold beer, shirt with the smell of sunshine, day in and day out dreams.
If there really is an end to the world, it will not come in the summer.
The cicadas that summer were louder than in any other year, and the branches outside the classroom window grew wildly, but they could not stop the blazing sun.
The summer evening breeze gently blows the curtains of the window sills, the twilight is hazy, lying down for a while dozing off, so comfortable that you almost decide to live your life like this.
The sweetness of the watermelon lies in the first bite, and the throbbing in the heart lies in the first sight.
I know you in the summer and separate from you in the summer, just as the summer sun must be brilliant, and the summer rain is dark.
It was hot but sunny that day, and wildflowers were blooming in the sound of cicadas. I think maybe the summer burned so hard that year that I miss it infinitely.
Is it the sun that shines in the summer or does the summer stain your light?
I put summer in a jar, and in it there was the scorching heat of the sun, the sunset in the sky, your side face, my gaze, and the me and you of the last three years.
Because you fell in love with this late summer, I became obsessed with your warm dimples.
At the end of the summer, the sun is still so harsh and dizzying, like a very quiet, nice warm-toned oil painting.
I always love to talk to you about the universe, the gentleness, the orange soda smell of the wind and the blue sunset.
The heart of the teenager is the wasteland of the summer night, which cannot be cut and burned endlessly, and the long wind blows, and the weeds connect to the sky.
The late summer sun is still so dazzling, there is no hot summer, warm, the breeze blows the earth, standing on the slopes of the wilderness, it is pleasant.
You will have many summers in your life, but none of them will be like this summer.
The breeze in your arms seems to know that summer is coming, and you can't help but run to your side.
The summer sun is warm, warm, energetic, and it caresses the trees with the warmest hands and allows them to thrive. It brings us into the green world.