In the summer, the night wind blows, the flowers are fragrant, the cicadas chirp in the summer yard magnolias, morning glory, lilies and southeast winds open together, and on the hillside I can't name
author：Wind north of the city
In summer, the night wind blows, the flowers are fragrant, and the cicadas chirp
In the summer
Magnolias in the yard, morning glory, lilies
It opened up with the southeast wind
Open together, and on the hillside
I can't name some wildflowers
They're all open for you
I'm in the sun
Saw butterflies, bees, dragonflies
Revel in the flowers
In the moonlight, cicadas wake up in the breeze
Sing to the stars
The night wind blows a strong floral fragrance
Drunk in the moonlight, drunk on the stars
The days are simple and calm
The years are happy and simple
A childlike heart
Cut the end of the world into a close line
Write your life at your fingertips
In the summer, the night wind blows, the flowers are fragrant, the cicadas chirp in the summer yard magnolias, morning glory, lilies and southeast winds open together, and on the hillside I can't name
In the summer, the night wind blows, the flowers are fragrant, the cicadas chirp in the summer yard magnolias, morning glory, lilies and southeast winds open together, and on the hillside I can't name
In the summer, the night wind blows, the flowers are fragrant, the cicadas chirp in the summer yard magnolias, morning glory, lilies and southeast winds open together, and on the hillside I can't name
In the summer, the night wind blows, the flowers are fragrant, the cicadas chirp in the summer yard magnolias, morning glory, lilies and southeast winds open together, and on the hillside I can't name
In the summer, the night wind blows, the flowers are fragrant, the cicadas chirp in the summer yard magnolias, morning glory, lilies and southeast winds open together, and on the hillside I can't name
In the summer, the night wind blows, the flowers are fragrant, the cicadas chirp in the summer yard magnolias, morning glory, lilies and southeast winds open together, and on the hillside I can't name
In the summer, the night wind blows, the flowers are fragrant, the cicadas chirp in the summer yard magnolias, morning glory, lilies and southeast winds open together, and on the hillside I can't name
In the summer, the night wind blows, the flowers are fragrant, the cicadas chirp in the summer yard magnolias, morning glory, lilies and southeast winds open together, and on the hillside I can't name
In the summer, the night wind blows, the flowers are fragrant, the cicadas chirp in the summer yard magnolias, morning glory, lilies and southeast winds open together, and on the hillside I can't name
