Modern Prose Summer Love Poems

Lonely and cool autumn is an unknown land.

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The summer of 2005 turned into the past in a flash. Autumn is coming, and the blowing wind makes me feel stung by the cold wind. The summer of 2005 didn't belong to 16-year-old me, and those are over. Everything before was as irresistible as the summer of 2005, taking away those beautiful past.

My city is Asakawa, a fictional city with tall camphor trees, but only tall and rare locust trees. I like the city with camphor trees, but I also love my city with locust tree fragrance. Looking back, most of our time was spent on youth, friendship and admiration, but when summer left unconsciously, I began to look back and pay homage to the past.

Jing M.Guo's "1995-2005 Summer Before the Sun" accompanied me all summer. The whole book spans ten years. Too many things happened in those ten years, which made youth lose its vitality, made every city plant new green, and made us have endless regrets and unforgettable things. When Lu Zhiang asked Xiaoke before boarding the plane, he said, "Xiaoke ... Will you hate me?" And "the person who betrays vows and agreements" ... should be me ... ",I seem to see myself, because his helplessness and reluctance are so similar to mine. I remember when I was with willow, I said that we would go to high school and college together and then work together, but now it seems impossible, because I left, and I couldn't go back at the end of summer 2004.

The heat of summer shattered my only will, so I stayed at home for a long time and only came out on cloudy days or when it rained in Mao Mao. I like this weather, but I don't like this season. The summer in memory is disappearing bit by bit, replaced by the long and hot summer of 2005.

If autumn is a lonely season, then summer is a season of eternal life. Everything grows wildly in this season, constantly, constantly. ...

Luo Luo said, if the world we see doesn't meet the time, the speed of derailment, and it's not completely ignited, it will eventually float in the air like a piece of fallen ash, which looks like nothing ... Then, maybe it will always carry the bitter fragrance of camphor trees and stay in this place closest to summer with a perfect cross section.