Thoughts flow in summer

Summer is coming, and the breath of early summer is burning. It seems to bring people into the midsummer earlier. It is already sweating when people are not allowed to return to God. This weather is really a bit overbearing. The heat at noon is too hot to eat. This is just the scene of early summer. For us in southeast Hebei, we are afraid of the heat in summer. When it comes to the midsummer season, the temperature was even worse than that of the southernmost city. I really didn’t know how the years of hand-shaking Pu fan passed. In my memory, the summer of my childhood was hot. There was no cloud or wind in the air. There was a hot sun overhead, and all the trees stood there listlessly and lazily. People are too hot to breathe, sweating profusely. There are two tall jujube trees in my yard. The trees are higher than the roof, with luxuriant branches and leaves. The vigorous Crown provides us with shade. I remember that my mother cooked a pot of hot water to bathe us every night, then lay on the straw mat woven with wheat straw in the yard, patting my son’s ass and shaking the cattail fan in hand, coax children sleep. Looking forward to a shower in the afternoon every day, bringing a moment of coolness became a kind of hope. It was the most pleasant thing in my childhood memory to follow the adults to swim in the Grand Canal naked. My hometown is on the Bank of Nanjing-Hangzhou Grand Canal in eastern Hebei. There are tall willows and low Pu willows on the bank. The Long Soft willows hang down to the river surface, and the shady willows shine with the river. When the flood flooded in summer, you could hear the sound of running water and boatman’s trumpet at home. There are abundant fishes in the canal, and every family has nets for fishing. When the rain cleared up, the sun burnt the earth. On both sides of the canal, the Green Corns made a sound of GABA. In fact, in addition to being unbridled, summer also has a gentle time, just like its dusk. I like the summer dusk, the smell of ripe soil, the dense atmosphere that comes up from the bottom of the water, and the night breeze blowing through the forest, which is also intoxicating. Standing on the bank of the Grand Canal, it was very pleasant to have a gust of wind. The Willows on both sides were rustling like laughter shaking off the ground, sitting on the ground with moisture, you can watch the boatman pull the fiber, you can watch the cargo ship move forward, and occasionally you can see the fish rolling in the water. I like to spend time like this. In the mark of childhood, this is a relatively thick painting. I like to stand by the canal and watch the boatmen pull the fiber. The Slender Man’s dark spine bowed to the ground and trudged alone. The boatmen shouted while walking, singing old songs, shouting the trumpet, shouting loudly, echoing the desolation of ancient times. Regardless of the wind, rain and poisonous Sun, the boatmen always walk away without mistake, and a nest in the cabin at night is a sleep. At that time, none of the trackers wore shoes. Although there were calluses on their feet, they often rubbed and bled when walking on the riverbank. Once I saw the world famous painting “The trackers on the Volga River”. Although I didn’t understand art, I was still shocked by the picture: a group of trackers dressed in tattered clothes took heavy steps, walking along the river bank step by step with yellow sand. The leading man is an old man with broad shoulders. He wrapped his headscarf with patches on his clothes and looked at the front indifferently. The road was still long! How familiar I am with such a picture! Later, when I heard the song “The love of the trackers” sung all over the country, I couldn’t help laughing: my younger sister took the bow of the boat while my elder brother walked on the shore. The elder brother pulled a beautiful younger sister, and surely he wouldn’t have to pull it as hard as other trackers. The trackers on the canal planted strong seeds in my young heart, No matter what kind of difficulties I encounter in the future, I will think of those trackers on the canal, and I will generate infinite power. Later, the riverbed was dry and cut off. Some people said it was caused by drought, while others said it used more water for industrial development. Now I can’t find the feeling of swimming in the canal water any more. Today, when I went home, it was still the old house or the canal. My mother was still sitting in her own house. Suddenly hearing the rustling of my ears, I thought it was raining. After I came back to my mind, I realized that it was the sound of wind blowing through the Treetop. The trees I planted by myself were higher than the roof, dozens of meters of straight green shade became a barrier, sifting the wind carefully, just like a thin rain leaking through, scattering a faint fragrance of trees, I do not know whether it is in the wood grain or in the veins, or in the green fruit, in short, this kind of breath can only be found in the air of summer, with a long-brewed drunkenness and a ripe mood, in this warm and hot tide, everything is branded with the impulse and vividness of summer. In the rainy wind, I suddenly heard the green laughter in the forest. A cup of tea in my hand seemed to be blown by the wind at the bottom of the Cup, and my eyes were full of green. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. 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