The summer wind and thunderstorms, wrapped in warm and moist air, overflowed into the house. After the rain, the sky clears, walking along the river bank, seeing shallow clouds, colorful glow, and deep warmth. The smell of summer spreads all over the earth.
The hot sunshine causes plum blossoms to fall off and bamboo shoots to sprout from the forest. Summer is a hot season, with plants growing tall, flowers blooming and falling, green fruits growing, and life full of flavor. The hot season brings hardship to people, but it brings a depth and coolness.
Summer scenery, the ground is green and verdant. The rice joints, the sesame blossoms, the green leaves, and the green ears make the farmers happy, and they rejoice in the deep wrinkles on their father's face. Rain exaggerates the splendor of summer and contains a natural freshness. In the evening, walking on the fields, you can see the sunset over the distant mountains. The setting sun walked into the small island in the middle of the lake, revealing half of the red face, colorful clouds like buildings, cattle and sheep returning to the pen, galloping horses, and unpredictable changes. Under the sunset, the fields are green and the streams are clear. Under the elegant clouds and mist, an elegant village girl walked up to her like a fairy. The cool breeze of summer brings beautiful shadows, abundant fruits and melons, fresh seasonal vegetables, and the symbiosis between man and nature. I remember a childhood friend who plunged into the cool river water, picked up a large lotus leaf, and held it on his head like an umbrella to protect himself from the sun.
The summer rain brings out the coolness. Under the caress of Xia Yang, the thin willow dances beautifully. The flowers and plants on the road are gorgeous and colorful, showing bright smiles. In the scorching hot summer, there is lightning and thunder in an instant. The raindrops fell on the ground, washing the green grass spotlessly. The rain falls on the fields and flows into the ditches, rushing "swishing". When it rains in the rice fields, you can hear the sound of hundreds of thousands of seedlings drinking water. Looking at the booted seedlings, my father smiled from ear to ear. The hope of a good harvest lies in the moisture of the rain.
The summer wind passes over the green shade of the grass. The gentle summer breeze brings out all kinds of tenderness. It breaks into people's lives quietly and silently. Blowing out the shade of green grass, poetic and picturesque. In front of the old house, a large locust tree with lush branches and leaves has grown beside the ancient well for nearly a hundred years. Under the shade of the tree, in front of the stone table, the uncle and the eighth uncle were thinking quietly, jumping horses and pushing pawns to make peace. Pedestrians stopped and took a nap under the shade of the village. The breeze blew away the fatigue in their bodies. In the countryside, my father, wearing a bamboo hat, walked into the waist-high rice fields and sprinkled round and white grains of fertilizer. The wind blows and the green waves turn. The seedlings seem to be grateful. My father said that the summer wind wrapped in morning dew always gives people a pleasant feeling.
Summer tea is intoxicating with its elegance and sweetness. Get rid of the summer heat and drink herbal tea. My father took advantage of the early coolness to cut back a large net of fresh cow grass, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. Put down the net bag filled with fresh grass, scoop a ladle of water from the water tank in front of the stove, and drink it all in one gulp. Look at the feeling, it's more intoxicating than drinking a bowl of old wine. In the early years, summer farmhouse tea was made from clear spring water brought up from the river or well in front of the village. The working people drank a handful of river water and felt happy in their hearts. At that time, the river water in my hometown was clear and it was pure natural drinking water. It could be drank directly without heating or boiling. Drinking tea in the summer brings out the simple mentality of my hometown and is full of the symbiotic friendship between man and nature. During the summer harvest, grandma brought tea boiled with young reed leaves. People took a nap under the willow tree at the head of the field and drank a bucket of tea together. Their laughter echoed in the coolness, and all their grievances were resolved into the sweet and clean tea.
Summer songs, playing music and beauty together. Summer harvest time, the sound of cuckoo. My father drove the old ox and pulled the stone roller to grind the wheat. The ditty of driving cattle and the chirping sound of the stone roller pressing on the wheat straw are clearly a beautiful piece of music. Summer songs include raindrops, thunder, frogs, insects, birds chirping, cicadas singing, and beautiful music. In summer, I love to listen to the chirping of cicadas. Listen to the cicadas in the morning and sing noble. Cicadas live in the treetops, eating in the wind and drinking in the dew, telling endless heroic and tragic stories. Listen quietly to the cicadas, some singing loudly, some lightly, singing the sound of nature. It seems far and yet close, and your soul is as transparent and clear as cicada feathers.
Walking around the countryside of my hometown, the green lotus, green grass and insects chirp, releasing the coolness that hits my face. Feeling the coolness in the hot summer is a state of mind for mature life.