The story of summer

Unconsciously, the time has come to the end of July, this hot summer is about to pass again, although sometimes the temperature in Shenzhen reaches 37 degrees, but the memories of summer are still very memorable. It's worth remembering with my heart.

Summer labels for everyone is hot hot hot..... And my summers are wonderful and happy.

When I was a child, the summer was like this: I know the singer of the summer, the absolute strength of the faction! As long as it opens its voice, everyone knows that summer is coming. At that time, we came to the night, one of us with a flashlight in our hands, and we ran into the mountains, some people climbed trees, some people burned fires, some people played flashlights, and everyone cooperated 100%. ...... After a while, I knew that there were a lot of flying down, all around the fire, at this time we grabbed them one by one, and I didn't know what the effect was, anyway, it was fun!

Ha ha..... Scratching tired of knowing, catching fireflies is also very happy. The living conditions in the countryside were not so perfect, and old power outages were commonplace at that time. At this time, we will make a small paper lantern, catch a few fireflies and put it in, so that the small lantern that will sparkle will be ready. But every time I scratched the fireflies, it itched. Later, my mother told me that fireflies secreted stool fluid, so our body would itch.

Now in the summer of 2021, I am like this: for the sake of the family's financial expenses, go to work or work. On such a hot day, you have to sweat a lot to get to work. But it's hot and happy. Which summer does not sweat, not only exercise my body, but also improve my ability to resist stress. No matter how hot the weather is, I insist on making a living, because I am a son and I am also a father. I have to hold up a world. Ollie gives! I'm the best!

Dad that summer was like this: Dad is gone, but the memories of Dad must be there. Every summer, it's also the time of mango planting. This was also the hardest time for Dad, who didn't understand why Dad planted so much land, other people's homes were 2-3 acres of land, and our family was 7-8 acres. When I grew up, I learned that my father was a most ordinary farmer, and he could only rely on a variety of grains to sell in the market to support our brothers. If Dad was still there, He must be the one who was busy in the field again. Staring at an old straw hat, he took a small hoe and wandered through the fields. The shirt on his back was wet and dry and wet. Knowing now is that he is my hero and an example for me to learn from! Learn from Dad's industrious and brave spirit.

The story of summer continues... Waiting for the end, please look forward to the story of summer (2)!