In The city of Shengjing in June, the trees are lined with trees and flowers and plants.
On the square, beside the path, the willow branches are like smoke, the poplar crown is like an umbrella, and the acacia, soap horn, and small leaf are casting more and more thick tree shadows, vaguely confused.
The countryside is a busy scene of farming, and farmers are busy planting seedlings, storing water and fertilizing. Duckweed was also spread on the pond, and there were more small grass carp shaking figures under the duckweed, and a pair of purple swallows skimmed the river pond obliquely.
The air is filled with the scent of various plants, the small freshness of the blades of grass, the small sweetness of the flowers, and the rise and fall, like a shadow, reminiscent of Hisaishi's "Kikujiro's Summer".
In the early summer breeze, the summer flowers bloom timidly and brilliantly.
On that day, I went to the morning market to buy vegetables, and I saw many yan yan showing off their "flying stunts", walking through the alleys, low and low, whizzing past you, and silver shining on their wings. At the door of a garage, a nest of swallows was found, and in a half-moon nest a female swallow quietly incubated eggs. The bungalow by the morning market is inhabited by many out-of-town tenants, and a slightly blessed middle-aged woman is standing in the shade of a tree to feed the chickens, and the small yellow rice sprinkled is scrambled by a few small yellow chicken cubs on the ground. A pair of black wren brothers also joined in the fun, the middle-aged woman shouted their names affectionately, and the small grains of rice thrown in the air could always be caught by the two of them accurately, making the chicken chicks on the ground whose fluff had not yet faded look out of reach.
When the rain and mango seeds, the summer solstice fruit is fragrant
"Green apricots hanging at the bottom of the leaves".
The plants near the water began to flourish, the long branches of the water willows, the emerald leaf swords of the calamus. The branches and leaves of cucumbers, beans, and melons spread, climbed onto the shelf, and blossomed. Early mornings are always awakened by the chirping of birds outside the window, and the recent ostentatious calls of hens after laying eggs have also been added. The floral fragrance in the air became lighter than in the spring, and more shrubs and trees began to bloom in bunches of buds. Liaodong water wax and mountain plum blossoms are as white as white jade. The spikes of the soaphorn tree are hidden deep in the leaves, until the cobblestone road under the tree is full of grass-green fine flowers, and as soon as you look up, you find that the tree has opened early. When the smell in the air became sweet, I found that roses of various colors bloomed, rose red, gouache, pale yellow, moon white, squeezed branches and leaves wanted to stretch out, it was difficult to show a small face.
On the grass, the flower seeds sown by my mother in the early spring have opened up a field of fine and confused flowers, and the protagonists are various colors of cornflowers and Yu Beauty. Cornflower is a very interesting flower, its corolla is composed of many small flowers, but the surrounding circle is a few fruitless flowers without flower buds. The real flowers are surrounded in the center, and are many small blue-purple straws with a pistil and many pollen-covered stamens hidden in the tubes. As soon as the breeze blows and the raindrops hit, the small thin pipe is crooked, followed by a stream of pollen. The fragrant pollen attracts many insects to stop. As soon as they come, the cornflowers give a little pollen, eat it, and stick it on their bodies, as long as they bring a little to another cornflower as a greeting gift.
There is also a garden variety of cornflower disguised as a small thistle, which is more attractive to insects than purebred cornflowers, and several green-banded green-banded phoenix butterflies come every day these days. In fact, nature is a very big story, there are infinite possibilities, I can only use very small details, appreciate it, tell it, fall in love with it.
The cherry on the summer solstice is red and the weather is hot. The girls put on beautiful skirts and sandals, and the toenails exposed outside the sandals were as colorful as the fiery summer, lake blue, yan red, apple green, and codan powder. At dusk, a large group of people sat around the garden to barbecue, a few strings of beef and mutton, a few strings of green shrimp, and a few strings of shiitake mushroom chicken wings. After a few sips of rye draft beer, the children laughed happily, ran outside the garden, and jumped in to beg for a roasted chicken wing to nibble all over their mouths.
The little nephew of five years old heard my brother say that I would whistle, so I must blow one for him on the spot, and blew the first "Two Tigers", and the little guy skimmed his lips, Aunt, and blew me a "Tick". Otherwise, give me a "Lotus Pond Moonlight". Haha, I laughed and refused: No, no. The sky gradually darkened, the red charcoal fire was extinguished, and the root plants outside the fence began to bloom, lilies, flax, caryophyllus, stone alkali flowers, calendula, black heart chrysanthemum, and large flower Xuancao. The scent of flowers diluted by the sunlight during the day is now overflowing with the evening breeze. In the shadow of the flowers and herbs, the little nephew who could no longer see his eyebrows sang to himself: tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tick- tick-tick-
Dragon Boat Festival, bought a few scented lotus bags to hang at home. There was one hanging from the pen holder, one from the lamp, one from the tripod, and one glued to the kitchen refrigerator door. As soon as you enter the door, you can smell a faint aroma of herbs. I took out a mango-flavored sorbet from the refrigerator to eat, stood on the north balcony, and saw the green trees downstairs in the shade, the apricot goose yellow jumping between the branches, and the flowers of the luan trees were connected into pieces, at this time, a dark cloud drifted through, blowing a north wind, brushing the underground for a while. Not far away, the sky was still blue, and there were a few white clouds floating in the sunlight. Before I could finish eating the ice cream in my hand, the rain stopped.
Lin Mi knew that Xia Shen was deep, and looked up at the sky. The night of the lotus comes rain, and the birds are late in the day. The breeze does not move, sit and watch the water shift.
Blooming black-hearted chrysanthemums and little bees plucking honey from their butts.
When the mango is planted, the white roses.
In July, the fire umbrella is high and the summer heat is steaming. Spread out bamboo mats and open all the windows facing the house. The wind that came in was all hot baking. The rain is abundant, the plants are more and more luxuriant, the grass is growing wildly, you are wrapped around me, I am around you. Morning glory flowers crawled all over the courtyard walls, blowing one little pink trumpet after another in the early morning. Dewdrops are dotted with grass tips, and the blue-purple flowers of the duck planters bloom at the feet of the skirt. Deep in the grass nest are large tree roots that have been soaked by the rain for days, and next to the roots are clusters of amber mushrooms that burrow out of the ground, like a delicate little folding umbrella. On the surface of the pond are swirling goose-yellow wattles and green oval leaves under the flowers, one cluster here and one there. The bluestone at the bottom of the water reflects the projection of a few grass carp.
Little summer open Xuan lying down, big summer sweat beads melt
In the garden, sweet potatoes bloomed, cannabis blossoms, and a large patch of dried and curly dan. At noon, small sunflowers of various colors bloom on both sides of the path, harvesting vegetable blue.
The columns are piled with small round leaves and golden flowers of the emerald green of the dry lotus. The fruits and vegetables in the vegetable garden can not be picked, cucumbers, beans, goji berries, bread eggplant, suzi leaves, and melon tips. Early in the morning, my mother was busy watering, weeding, sharpening, and dictating the melon flowers and gourd flowers. In the water basin in the courtyard, there are fine cucumber and persimmon yellow apricot fruits that have just been picked. Watermelon is the most popular fruit of the season, and eating iced watermelon with a big fan is always the happiest and most pleasant thing in the middle of summer.
Picking up a bamboo pole, he hit a tree of yellow apricots.
Around the time of the summer, it rained for a day, and at three or four o'clock in the afternoon, the rain was still slowly falling. The weather was hot and humid, and the river was full. The stone path under the shade of the tree, many flannel-like green mosses grow at the stone crevices, and the bluestone slabs are set with beautiful edges.
The fragrance of the moon flowers in front of the gallery is wrapped around the rain and around the water vapor all over the yard. Purple carob flowers were strung in bunches, with gentle vines at the ends, and climbed up the fence, the clothesline, and the windowsill. Sitting in the room, you can see the beautiful silhouette of its window flowers. The branches of the gourd are twisted into an arc on the courtyard door. The pentagonal green leaves, Tingting's flower stems blow up trumpet-like white flowers. The few pale blue gourds that had been hanging there and had quietly grown up were still covered with fine fluff, like green coats.
Only to see the raindrops gradually full on it, and then quickly draw an arc and fall down, crystal-like light, Huo Di flashed. A few of her mother's mango-yellow chicks frolicked on the rain-soaked grass, pecked at an earthworm, and chirped a few times. The child did his homework, put on the shoes of the adults, and ran out, drenched in rain, jumping happily, and laughing crisply.
The rain was still falling, and there was no intention of stopping.
When the red sun passes, the breeze is nowhere to be found. The scriptures talk about pillow books, and melons and plums float and sink. Lan Ruo was quiet, and Maoz was deep and deep. The steaming is as promised, and it is even more regrettable to divide the yin.
This article is excerpted from "The Four Seasons at the Doorstep", by Kang Su Ai Luo.
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