Those unforgettable moments, hidden past events, people in your heart

I love the eternal day of summer, and I like to sit alone on the balcony of the mountain on the windy dusk.

In the small valley, the rice waves are rushing, and the beautiful rice fragrance is churning.

Slowly, the brilliant clouds were purified, and the soft evening stars were in place one by one.

| Zhang Xiaofeng", "I Like"

The sun is so hard to set in the summer, but it is going to set after all, and the children who spend the summer vacation pay attention to the movement of the sun, just to lose no time in jumping into the moat early and enjoying the greatest happiness of summer.

| Su Tong's "A Street in Summer"

Midsummer, fireworks, plum wine, sardines, tunnels where cherry blossoms meet, small towns where trains pass, summer, I miss your taste.

| Akio Yoshida's "Diary of a Sea Street"

If there really is an end to the world, it will not come in the summer.

| August Chang'an "The Best of Us"

Summer is a season of outwardly sexy and inner innocence.

| Baby Anne "Sleeping Space"

The world is emotional, but in the middle of summer, white porcelain plum soup, crushed ice hits the wall when it sounds.

| help him lemon tea "Mu Xuanying hangs up"

My stories always take place in the summer, where the hot climate makes people more naked and harder to hide the desires in their hearts.

At that time, it seemed that it was always summer, the sun always had time to accompany us, the sun was full, too bright, making the eyes black.

| Jiang Wen's "Sunny Day"

The shadow of noon made me sad

It drifted to the west

Every branch resembles the leaves of an aquatic weed

That's how it lives for a summer

| Gu Cheng's "A Summer"

The smell of popsicle soda comes to mind in the smoke

And those who have nothing to do all summer young

| Jay Chou's "The Last Battle"

Summer mornings in July!

Aside from hunters, who has ever experienced the joy of walking in the bushes at dawn?

Your footprints leave green marks on the dew-stained grass.

You pluck the wet branches with your hands, and a heat that is contained in the night immediately hits you; the air is filled with the fresh bitterness of absinthe, the sweet scent of buckwheat and clover, and in the distance there is a dense oak forest, shining red in the sun, and the weather is still cool, but it already feels like the heat is approaching.

Too much fragrance makes you dizzy.

| Turgenev's Hunter's Notes