Today is a hot summer, write a poem, spend the hot summer and don't look back.

Follow a drop of sweat and touch the face of the rain.

I really hope it's interesting. Kill it.

Let's go, no longer get along with the heat.

The cicada on the willow tree calls the cold fly under the window.

Maybe Qiu, I really made eyes at her.

Happy clouds turn somersaults freely.

One by one, hot and cold meet.

Even the blue sky has been propped up by eagle wings.

Reach out and you finally like the cloud.

The wind blew lotus fragrance and peeled off the water chestnut of whisked students.

Laughing, the boat in the depths of the lotus is still rippling.

Rings of ripples undulate the waves of the tune.

-At night, it's time to put out the river lights.

Release it and you will never look back.