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It seems that a pot of boiling water on the stove is gradually foaming, gasping and finally boiling. The shrubs on the hillside gradually grew into dense thick hair, and the pale green smoke on the forest also condensed into a long colored wall. The bee-flying butterfly disappeared, but in exchange for annoying deaf children, there was a long buzz between the latent leaves. The fiery sun was baking in the golden land, wheat waves rolled, and the mountains in the distance were swept. The clouds in the sky swept the cars on the road, like a ship rushing in the waves. Gold dominates everything in the world, floating in the hot air, drifting across the fields, and blowing ripe malt. After six months of savings, the spring air of this spring has created a majestic momentum, rolling in the fields and rising in heaven and earth. It is summer.

The color of summer is golden. According to the painting point of view, this is about the truth. The color of spring is cold green, such as blue waves, such as tender bamboo, full of hope; the color of autumn is hot red, such as sunset, like red leaves, marking the ultimate of things. In the summer, when Chun Hua Qiu Shi is in reality, it should naturally adopt this neutral suit—the hope of harvest has already been fulfilled, and it is a season of alternating life and inheritance.

You see, the wheat has just been cut, and the seven-eight-leaves cotton seedlings in the field, the sorghum and corn that lifted the megaphone in the sky, and the melons that have moved on the ground, are bursting with vigor. At this time, they are not squandering in the spring breeze, but in the heat of the transpiration, the hair is booming, to the end of the autumn for the final sprint.

Summer melody is tense, and every nerve of people is strained. You see the peasants in the field waving and sweating. They just want to cut and cut quickly. When wheat comes into play, they think about playing and hitting. It was hard enough for them to go to bed early and get up late. When they woke up in the middle of the night, they would listen to the window paper, but from the wind, when they looked out of the window, the sky covered the clouds. When the wheat is over, it's time to relax, and you have to hurry up and give the seedlings and water. "Tianjia spends less time in the month and May is busy." They carry summer and autumn seasons on their shoulders.

It is a pity that the literati of ancient ages did not know how many Spring Flowers and Autumn Moons they had written, but they rarely had the shadow of Xia. May be dissolved on the spring day, the autumn wave, and summer it is always immersed in bitter sweat. Those who have a leisurely life naturally do not like this tense melody. I want to praise the golden summer between spring and autumn.