The small fan gently shakes the day is already hot, another year of bayberry ripe, that bite of sour and sweet, every summer can not forget. I can think of the summer beauty, idle time in one side of their own small world, unnecessary outside disturbances, alone

The small fan gently shakes the day is already hot,

Another year of bayberry ripening,

That mouthful of sweet and sour,

I can't forget it every summer.

I can think of the beauty of summer,

Idle time in one side of their own small world,

Unnecessary external disturbances,

Write alone, read, drink tea, smell incense.

Eating the bayberry picked in the season,

It's really called "nothing little fairy".