Essay on Life Prose: The Long Summer

The air gradually began to be impetuous, full of restless factors and then gradually flooded, and then, summer arrived.

Although it's not as hot as the swaying lotus by the pool, nor as lively as Xia Chan's boring songs, it still needs pleated skirts or simple short T-shirts to decorate it. You don't need courage at this time of summer. With a small parasol, a pair of shoes, or a handsome hat, you can walk all the way to the top of the mountain where you didn't want to be afraid of the cold last winter and see the first sunshine in early summer.

Red watermelons and Huang Chengcheng pineapples, as well as fruits that will never slip away, have quietly appeared in the streets and lanes in this season, pleasing some impetuous hearts under a certain shade.

It turned out that all kinds of vines dotted with mottled flowers in the green leaves began to grow without distraction, so that the shade was as big as possible, so that those who had been surrounded by the sun for a long time began to avoid it.

Yesterday, I saw a blooming rose with a pink shy expression. I didn't mean to pass by today, but my eyes are full of different heights and arbitrary shapes. All of them came alive, circled around the green grass, and the corridor next to them suddenly made people feel less hot.

The swaying willows, which have always been tender and soft, are no longer supported by tender willows. The trees are covered with leaves, long and narrow, crowded together, and the shadow cast by the sun on the ground becomes a big shadow. When dancing with the wind, many-hued.

In spring, the warm yellow sunshine becomes sharp, and even the blowing wind is full of anger. I am sleepy at noon, even if I hold an umbrella, I am afraid of accidentally hitting the trunk. The leaves are shaking their heads, which seems terrible.

I began to like a plate of pickles and a small bowl of porridge. Even if you are hungry, you will start to feel sad when you see something steaming. This is the smell of summer.