Summer is a hot and joy of the season.
In the morning, clear blue, the sun put together all the plating a layer of golden yellow. A group of beautiful birds, squirming green tree branches, "chirp" singing, fresh air, and sending out a kind of hard to describe fragrance, exciting every breathe.
In the afternoon, the sky was grey, violent boiling hot sun baked the ground; A gust of wind blowing, rolled up a heat wave. "- the cicadas in the trees" "know -" to call, voice low and slow, like in an ancient legend. The old men sat in the shade, patiently shaking his fans, his mouth still curse, hot side smoke meet how happily talking about the weather and rice. Have all the birds in the tree, rested lazily on a tree, depending on the "harvest" dreams.
In the evening, burn the red sunset sky. The seaside beach were brilliant. People in swimming, in the inspection shells; Some in the play, laughter is like the waves of above. The cool water wash away the people of fatigue, a hot, make people feel relaxed and refreshed.
At night, people are walking to the park. Stroll in the park, waves of cool wind blow to the head. So cool! People talked about in the park, the roles of today; As a moment talked, intense debate for a while, then cry and laugh. This kind of multi part chorus, floating in the river travels far, far away...
Summer is hot, but it's also a happy, vibrant...
I love all the year round, but I love summer, although not as colorful spring summer, also did not fall so fruitful, more is not so heavy snow in winter, but its vibrant more likeable. Pond in summer, the water that was turned into a small dragonfly was full of lotus leaf parking apron, is also a little frog's big stage. Pieces of beautiful white lotus come out from the lotus leaf, some hide under the lotus leaf, like a shy little girl, some is the waist stretched straight, like a and who better than high! Some still huaguduo, wai together, they say me.
I like the sea in summer, there is a cool wind, soft sand and the endless blue sea water, the distant sky fly flew a few from time to time, in a low flying over the sea. When your foot into the soft sand, feel like being flooded by beach world; When you came to the beach in the morning, the sun rises from the horizon in the distance, golden light, suddenly become golden yellow beach, felt as if he is surrounded by a gold. Panoramic view of grotesque shells on the beach, the sea rocks of the crane as will as the cool and refreshing sea breeze, the wind fly away.
Summer is hot and bright, or liked. The heat of the sun with you, according to the earth, let all things thrive, is your Xia Jing portrays this leap. Ah! I like summer!