Early summer. Window

This summer came too fast, in a hurry, just like someone rushed with a whip. Before getting ready, the temperature has risen to more than 30 degrees. The sudden high temperature makes people really can’t stand it. Very good, it rained last night. The cool rain brushed away the hot summer, and also brushed away the agony accumulated in my heart. Alone by the window, there were many thoughts that had not been taken care of for a long time, like rain butterflies, rushing into the brain one after another. I think of the old house, the river beside the house, and the Grove by the river. Unconsciously, there was a warm heat in my heart. The thick green, from spring to autumn, from autumn to winter, gave me many fantasies and happiness. Especially in the early morning of summer, the clear and crisp Birdsong was singing on the window lattice, just like the sounds of nature falling to the world. How can you endure sleepiness, staying in bed, depression and sorrow. But at this moment, it is early summer, and the Forest should have been green! Metasequoia was dressed in military uniform, and the weeping willows were like waves. wu yue Huai Flowers. Yes, where is the locust tree! It must be as white as snow, and the trees are fragrant. Remember childhood town there are many locust tree, are grown village road edge, are grown over he kan in. Because the locust flower is very heavy, every flowering season, the branches are always pressed low. Therefore, many children were attracted to pick and pick. Some took home to cook, while some did not wash, so they put them in their mouths to chew. I heard from my sisters that locust flower is very sweet. However, I have never eaten or even picked it. It was not that I didn’t like the locust flower, but that I was reluctant to give up the appearance of the empty branches and the wind and cool flowers. Therefore, I prefer to look at locust flowers leaning against the bridge fence, watching them string by string, leaning down to the surface of the water, with beauty making up. Somehow, when I was a child, I felt that locust flowers were more like a string of white grapes. Maybe it was because her flowers were the same as grapes, which were all crowded together. What’s more, later on, I learned the words of stalagmite and stalagmite, and I also thought that the flooria on the water and the flooria under the water could reach with my head, which were stalagmite and stalagmite. I feel that one day, the locust flower under water will come out of the water, closely connected with the locust flower on the water. Besides flowers, the leaves of locust tree are also very unique, oval, soft and light. One by one, the branches are relatively arranged, just like hanging large comb grates. And one thing I prefer to do is to take off a piece, sip it between my lips and blow it gently. The leaves of locust trees are clear, crisp and melodious, just like a tail fish swimming in the Green Village. Unconsciously, the thoughts of exile have been far away. I thought of locust flower, purple broad bean flower, white eggplant flower, pepper flower, yellow pumpkin flower, loofah flower, cucumber flower and so on, and even thought of the time when I waited for my home with my grandma. Yes, as time goes by, these beautiful flowers and plain flowers are all on the branches of my memory. They never fade and dye the riverbed of my life so fragrant. But at this moment, by the window in the rain, the fragrance lingered on the nose, still drunk, drunk eyes, drunk every time, staring in the rain…… Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…