Before I could fully enjoy the joy of spring, summer came in a hurry with light steps.
The flowers in early summer are plain but not colourful; the wind in early summer is fragrant but not greasy; the sunshine in early summer is warm but not hot; the rain in early summer is soft but not impetuous. I put on a shirt and thin trousers, rolled up my sleeves, and came into contact with the gifts of early summer to taste the taste of early summer.
Wild Rose understands the thoughts of early summer, with the remaining vitality of Fangchun, twisting waist water to climb up the railing, beautiful lines of fresh poems; a string of wisteria swaying graceful posture, singing a que small order; Magnolia and clove flowers also came, but there is no peach Yan Li crazy, do not show the landscape, only quietly open; it is pomegranate red through the sky, people are exhilarated. These flowers are light and elegant, the wind is cold, a sweet fragrance swept by, faintly, gently, fragrance without rouge. Is the most suitable kind, such as drinking a glass of low-alcohol light and elegant liquor, warm, refreshing feeling, not on fire, let people aftertaste; also like a discharge of young women, only smile, disappeared in the crowd, so that you want to wear but can not find.
Green spring green trees cool summer wind, purple fern red japonica afternoon fragrance. The wind in early summer, with neither pink nor greasy taste, is a light wind in catkins pond, a refreshing wind of "white blankets of poplar flowers on the trail, folding green money on lotus leaves in the brook", and a refreshing wind of "warm wind on a sunny day, green grass winning flowers" with the hope of a bumper harvest. I travel on urban and rural buses every day and am particularly sensitive to the wind. The north wind is cold, squeezing in from the car door and drilling straight into the tightly wrapped clothes, piercing and cold; although the autumn wind is not cold, it is hard to avoid feeling low with the withering air of grass; the east wind is not cold, but there is still not much warmth in the body. Early summer wind, succulent leaves and green seedlings brewing a shallow green microwave and fresh air, through the window, straight to the bottom of your heart, let you relaxed and happy.
Get out of the car, and the sun hit full, each ray of sunshine is like a thin string played by the breeze, dizziness is like a cheerful note flowing in the body. The sun in early summer is the hand of a gentle maiden, gently caressing your face, that kind of feeling is indescribable. The sun in early summer is like a spring of forty or fifty degrees, moisturizing the skin, slippery and wet, leaving your tiredness without a trace. The sun in early summer is still like a cup of new tea that has been soaked for a period of time, lukewarm and green, smelling and smelling; sipping, astringent; smacking, there is a sweet taste. Compared with the scorching sun in midsummer, the sunshine in early summer is a gentle sheep without a grumpy temper. But occasionally it will make you a little wayward and make you sweat. However, the rain in early summer immediately extinguished this attempt.
You see, the clouds gradually drooped down, covering one side of the sky, a cool breeze blew, and the rain came. The fine rain fell obliquely, and the swallows became the spirits of early summer, weaving elegant poems one by one. I was in the middle of the yard, let the rain kiss, Rain Water down the cheek, lips sweet, nose smelled the smell of earth and faint scent of flowers. Close your eyes and listen to the patter of rain, like a silver flute blowing a soft, gentle, lingering tune. An ink painting came to mind: the earth is a piece of green rice paper, the drizzle is a brush dipped in color, gently, the color will faint away. The flowers are fragrant, the grass is green, the seedlings are green.
The rain and clouds opened, the cuckoo's wet cry polished the sky, and the refreshing wind twisted the flowers into strings and let the sun bounce. I stepped on the drums of frogs to taste the taste of shallow summer.
Author: Gao Yueshan
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