The story of summer

To be honest, summer rain is not much better than other seasons. Compared with spring, she is too monotonous, compared with autumn, she is too noisy compared with winter, and she is too lost in her charm. But she was willing to do so, hiding in the four seasons. So, I fell in love with her monotony, her hustle and bustle, her blandness and unattractiveness.

Light summer is like smoke. Early summer is also the most pleasant time of the whole summer. The cicadas began to sing the rhythm of summer, they hid in the woods, in the grass and in the yards of the people, and the opening sound was not at all low-key, imposing, and it was clear that this was their season, and they were one of the important roles in the next stage. This kind of sound is very noisy, but it makes me feel calm.

The sunshine has always been bright during these days, and I would like to collect it. It was always difficult to calm the excitement in my heart, and I cried out from the bottom of my heart: Xia is coming, she is really coming.

In the summer heat, it is the green camphor trees on the side of the street, the colorful popsicles in the hands of children, or the white dress of a girl in the flower season, or the cold watermelon taken from the refrigerator, and the wordsless summer climax. There is no light summer comfort, some are just the sweat of outdoor hard laborers, there is no light summer sunshine, and some are hanging high in the air to test people's hot sun, thick summer feeling. Children can find a little bit of summer coolness in the water, and the old people go out after dinner to enjoy the coolness of the summer evening breeze. That seems to have attracted me to her blandness.

Pale words write down my favorite summer...