On a summer afternoon

After a summer rain, the sun was shining again. I sat leisurely in a melon stall under the shade of the tree. I was doing business, and there were fresh sweet watermelons beside me, at this time, they were my treasures. Beside the root of the tree, there were a group of naughty children playing. I sighed: poetry and life are so harmonious. With simplicity, I enjoyed the bright sunshine in the afternoon and the rolling cicadas made me lazy, which was quite a bit of Mr. Tao’s pastoral pleasure. Sometimes people who pass by thirsty will also buy melons to quench their thirst. If chatting with someone among them, it may give me some insight. Fortunately, I found this unique summer afternoon, I stretched out my waist and shook the fan at my feet again. For a quiet moment, I waved away the complaint of flies. It was so pleasant that even the wind lost the bleak and coldness of autumn and winter. What is better than this? In this summer afternoon.

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