What pervades the whole summer is a tense, warm and urgent melody.

It's like a pot of water on the stove bubbling, steaming and finally boiling. The fine sandy grass on the hillside grew into thick hair, and the faint green smoke on the forest belt condensed into a long black wall. Dancing bees and butterflies disappeared, but they got annoying cicadas, and the potential leaves kept ringing. The fiery red sun is baking a golden land, and the wheat waves are rolling, flapping the distant mountains and clouds in the sky, flapping the cars on the highway, and rushing to the ships like waves. Gold dominates everything in the world, and hot air floats across the fields, blowing the smell of mature wheat. After half a year's savings, the spirit of spring has become a majestic trend, rolling in the fields and rising between heaven and earth. Summer has arrived.

The color of summer is golden. From the perspective of painting, this makes sense. The color of spring is cool and green, such as blue waves and tender bamboo, full of hope; The color of autumn is fiery red, such as sunset glow and red leaves, which indicates the extreme of things. Between the spring and autumn of summer, it is natural to respond to this neutral yellow-the harvest is there but the hope is not exhausted. This is a peak season of connecting the past with the future and alternating life. You see, wheat has just been cut, cotton seedlings with seven or eight green leaves in the field, sorghum corn with megaphones in the air, and melon seedlings crawling on the ground all show great vitality in generate. At this time, they didn't last long in the spring breeze and light rain, but under the transpiration of the hot summer, they flourished and made a final sprint at the end of Xiang Qiu.

The melody of summer is tense, and every nerve of people is tense. Looking at the farmers waving sickles in the field, they bent down and sweated like rain, thinking about cutting fast, cutting fast; Here comes the wheat, thinking about playing, playing. It is hard enough for them to get up early and go to bed late. They have to listen to the window paper when they wake up in the middle of the night, but the wind is very strong. Looking out of the window, the sky is overcast. When the wheat harvest is finished, it's time to breathe a sigh of relief. We should water the autumn seedlings at once. "There are fewer families in the month and more people in May", with summer and autumn on their shoulders.

Regrettably, scholars of past dynasties have written many spring flowers and autumn moons, but there are few shadows of summer. Probably, spring is warm and full of eyes, and summer is always immersed in bitter sweat. Leisure people naturally don't like this tense melody. I want to loudly praise this golden summer between spring and autumn.

< >:

My father's friend gave us two pots of lotus flowers, one red and the other white, which were put in the yard.

For eight years, I haven't seen lotus flowers in the yard-but there are many in my hometown garden; There are not only two pedicures, but also three pedicures and four pedicures, all of which are red-violet.

One moonlit night nine years ago, my grandfather and I were enjoying the cool in the garden. Grandpa smiled and said to me, "When our garden first opened in Santillian, you three sisters just joined our big family. Everyone is happy and said that it should be Huarui. "

I feel a little bored when I hear the complicated rain in the middle of the night and get up early on a cloudy day. When I looked out of the window, the white lotus had withered and the white petals were floating in the water like a boat. There is only a small lotus leaf and a few pale yellow flower whiskers left on the stem. That red lotus, which was still in full bloom last night, stood gracefully among the green leaves this morning.

Still uncomfortable! -I wandered for a while, and there was a loud thunder outside the window. Then it rained heavily, and it rained harder and harder. The red-violet flower was scattered by dense raindrops. Under the empty sky, I dare not go down the stairs or think about it.

Calling my mother in the room, I quickly went over and sat next to my mother-when I turned around, I suddenly saw a big lotus leaf next to Honglian, which slowly tilted down and covered it ... My restless mood disappeared!

The rain did not subside, but red-violet did not waver. Raindrops kept beating, only on the brave and kind lotus leaf, some weak water droplets gathered.

I was deeply moved-

Mom! You are a lotus leaf, I am a red lotus, and the rain in my heart is coming. Except you, who is the shade under my unobstructed sky?

Cicada:

Cicadas sing early this year. Before the azaleas dispersed, I heard the intermittent cicada singing. In recent months, cicadas outside the window have learned more and more, and busy people are very tired.

One day, a sick cicada was picked up under the tree Its transparent wings converged, its body trembled slightly and there was no sound. This is a little thing that has lived in a tree for a long time. It's small, but it's loud. It's been ringing all summer! I once asked: Why bother? It's just summer!

The friend said, Do you know? It waited 17 years, only to wait for a summer. Only this summer, it came out of the soil and grew up from the larvae. When the autumn wind blows, its life is over.

17 buried in the mud, come out and live for a summer. Why?

The friend said: that is the original trajectory of life. In order to continue life, it must live well. Even 90 years, 90 days, as long as you live well.

Oh! This is the meaning of cicada's life!

In the sunset, I think of the color of autumn wind, and I forgive that annoying cup!