#Summer Battle#Three Seasons Worm A cicada that is still chirping high and low, has just fallen asleep on a tree pole, and in her dream, she flew to the future winter, looking at the world of powder and jade in a strange way, skimming

#Summer Wars #Three Seasons Bugs

A cicada that is still chirping high and low,

Just fell asleep on a tree pole,

In the dream, she flew to the winter of the future,

Strangely looking at the world of pink jade,

Skimming the snow,

Shake hands with each other with the red plum that quietly blooms,

Sigh, unknown winter does not freeze three feet.

Summer worms do not talk to ice,

This fine three-season worm,

Fantasizing about the cold winter that can never be reached,

Longing for the longing of life,

Hustle and bustle to live in the most lively summer.

It's not easy to be born,

The obvious shortcomings there are heart-wrenching,

But people always feel positive and brave,

Let life continue to be enthusiastic.