In late spring and early summer, it is the time of warmth, lukewarm and lukewarm, and it is best to sleep lightly. Or sip a cup of tea and feel comfortable.
I love Summer deeply. Not for its enthusiasm like fire, only for its bold temperament; not for its passionate, only for its vitality; not for its warmth and depth, only for its full personality.
In August, when the lotus fragrance is overflowing, the hibiscus comes out of the water, with a hint of shyness, adding a little color. Looking closely is like a beauty out of the bath, the eyebrows are apricot eyes, cherry lips, the waist is unbearable, it is the weak willow wind, and it is feminine. The crimson petals bloom and appear for the first time, making them more stylish.
The slender calyx is brown in color, and down is a lush green, straight into the blue waves. There are occasionally a few double flowers in the pool, more like the heavenly immortals, the red coat and green cover, which is a classical beauty with quite color. Hands are like soft, skin is like gelatin, and neck is like a cockroach. Teeth like rhinoceros, mantis head moth, smart smile, beautiful eyes. Chivalrous bone soft intestines, closed moon shy flower appearance, sinking fish and falling geese. None of this is enough to describe.
In addition, the summer rain is also full of characteristics, heavy rain pours, washing how much dry and hot hearts, how much life is nourished, so that the world becomes more pure and beautiful. A rain that pours out everything incomparably translucently.
I love the storms and rains of summer, the red sun of summer, and the vitality of summer.
I love summer.