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It's still a little cold at night in early summer.

I hugged my shoulder tightly, but I couldn't help shivering. The moon is round and clean as water. At night, it reminds me of your eyes that night.

I miss you on such a night.

I think it's been a long time and I've forgotten everything, but why is the memory still vivid?

The first time I saw you, you looked at me with a big smile. This looks familiar. "It's so strange, I seem to have seen it there, so familiar!" I was surprised by the classic posture of Bao Dai when she met each other in a dream of red mansions.

Who says that the more uneasy the mind is, the more we need classics, just like we cry when watching Titanic, but we don't expect to be Rose or Jack one day. However, we are like this in the world of mortals, talking about disappointment and looking for hope.

Those days.

Listening to you talk about your hometown-that distant place, where there are tall derricks, neat pumping units and black mud, which soaked your childhood dreams.

When I am with you, I realize myself. It turns out that my ordinary self has so many dreams and desires. The most important thing is that you let me know that I also have a pair of wings that can fly.

And you, marveling at the blue sky in your hometown, are so high that you can let go of all your troubles; There are clouds, so white that people throb like a child's heart ... So, the beautiful Populus euphratica and the sunset in Gobi ... all went to the outside world through that thin notebook in your hand and gained more admiration.

And I, the daughter of this desert, have become the most touching chapter in your writing.

I have never found words so attractive. Stuffy, lifeless things are magical and warm in your hand. That kind of feeling, simple, can make people bloom quietly in their hearts, I think that is love. And the oil field-that distant place, because of your existence, is also clear and kind in my heart.

The fireworks in my hometown were particularly dazzling that year.

And my heart is brighter than fireworks at this time, just because you are by my side.

It's snowing.

Snowflakes are falling, and a flower floats gently on my hand, slowly melting and turning into a drop of water, like a tear, which is treasured in my heart.

At this moment, when I met your eyes, I had to give in easily And your eyes are still clear, and two dark stones are spotless.

The furthest distance in the world is when I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you!

You avoided my heat and stared at the sky with makeup and jade capacity.

You love spring/I love autumn/autumn is similar to me/but spring is like you/your red face/spring rose/my tired eyes/the glow of autumn sun/if I take a step forward/then/I will stand at the door of the cold winter. ...

You suddenly shut up.

My tears can't stop dripping. If love thinks you are qualified, it will show you the way.

But/if you take a step back/I take a step forward/where/we will be together/in a beautiful and warm summer.

I looked at the surprise in your eyes bitterly, and you couldn't help shivering. I hug you, you struggle, and I never give in. We were deadlocked, and finally, you lost, bent down and kissed me.

The happiness of that moment can be offset by the dull life.

In a trance, you suddenly pushed me away forcefully and decisively, and then ran down the hill. I was deeply hurt, and I don't know where I am now or what night it is.

I went home, but you left. I have everything, looking for your trace. In the simple shed you left behind, I found it, in a word: tears are spinning in your eyes. On the iron wall, the notches are extremely messy and deep. Ten fingers linked to one heart, heartache for many years. Just like my mood facing it at the moment.

Perhaps the unspoken is perfect and the most beautiful.

Love at the wrong time. Then, you and I in the story are destined to meet in the long river of life and then leave.

Beautiful summer never belongs to you and me, it only belongs to my heart.

summer

Summer is hot and happy.

In the morning, the weather is fine, and the sun makes the flowers and plants spirit. The little dragonfly is flying happily. Some children came out to play, laughing and chasing each other. Look, how happy they are!

At noon, the burning sun scorched the ground. Old people from every household came out and sat in a cool place to talk about this and that, each with his own views and opinions. The cicada in the tree "knows" and "knows", as if to say, "Oh dear! It is really hot today. The dead sun killed me. This lifeless summer is really hot. But summer is also good, which can make seedlings grow rapidly! "

In the evening, suddenly the clouds are gathering and it is getting dark. After a few thunders, the raindrops as big as peas kept falling, and "beep" and "beep" slammed on the window and fell to the ground with a bang, which was so small for more than half an hour. Everyone, old and young, kept praising: "This rain is really timely! What a fine rain! Really cool! "

In the evening, after the thunderstorm, a cool breeze blew, and people sat there enjoying the cool and chatting, and some even sang while walking.

Summer is really hot and full of joy!

summer

In the morning, the sun rises from Ran Ran in the east. Cicada called "Cicada" in the tree, as if to say, "It's so hot! It's so hot! " The water in the river was still cold in the morning, but at noon, the river began to steam. The little boy was so hot that he clamored for a haircut. After he cut off his bald head, he was still shouting, "It's too hot, too hot, buy popsicles and watermelons." The little boy was eating with relish, with a popsicle in one hand and a watermelon in the other. Suddenly, the popsicle dissolved and fell to the ground. The little boy shouted angrily, "buy another one, buy another one." The adults listened and said impatiently, "If you want to eat, God will eat. Where did you get so much money? Blame God. " There is a watermelon seller in the distance. The businessman sat in the chair with his ass not close to the chair, but he felt that the chair was a little hot. The businessman had to stand, shouting and shaking the banana fan. Someone came to touch the watermelon. "Alas," he cried suddenly, "is this a watermelon or a scalded melon?"

At noon, there was a sea of people in the swimming pool, and all they heard was snoring, shouting, dialing, patting and making noise. "My shoes are gone." "My child is gone." "My son is missing." People's voices can be heard everywhere.

People can't stand the heat. Even the old man came to the swimming pool with a cane and a fan. When they saw so many people in the swimming pool, they came to the river. The old man couldn't swim, so he sat on the shore and soaked himself in the river. The big fan in his hand kept swinging. At night, the old people are still sitting on the beach, unwilling to leave. At this time, the grandson of the old man appeared on the embankment and shouted loudly: It's time for grandparents to go home. It's getting dark. Mom and Dad will be worried. The old people said to their grandson, "grandson! Come down and take a dip. The water here is really comfortable. Come down quickly. "

The next morning, the old people put a pot of water on the balcony. In the evening, this pot of water will boil. How hot it is this summer!

summer

A slightly hot southeast wind blew on me, and I knew that the summer I was looking forward to was near.

Everything in nature has also come out from the warm spring, and I intend to lift my spirits and feel the heavy rain in summer.

Spring is still a budding tree, and now it is also a thick green. When the thick green came into view, I suddenly felt a coolness that I had never had before.

As the sun sets, the distant sky is red, and the long day turns into night. That's when children love to play.

There is a bright moon hanging in the sky, and only a few stars are dancing with her around. The dark earth echoes the bright moonlight. People are sitting under that big tree, and the air seems to be fresh in an instant with the fan swaying gently and sometimes passing a cool breeze.

Adults are laughing heartily, children are playing heartily, and the lights of nearby buildings and tall buildings are lit up during the conversation. Reflect from mid-air to the lake next to home. The calm lake is sparkling, and a fish-scale silver wave is disturbed by several unknown birds from time to time, and then it is calm.

There are more and more lights around, flashing like stars. I sat on a small stool in the park, and there were bursts of laughter from time to time. Looking at the other side of the lake, looking at the busy streets, passing pedestrians and listening to adults talking about their mistakes, I used a fan to drive away the afterheat of the sun during the day. I wonder if overseas compatriots can enjoy the moon with us.

A few birdsongs disturbed my thoughts. Looking back, there are not many people left. I walked back while catching bugs.

In the dead of night, the moon rose higher. Everything is quiet again, and occasionally you can hear birds chirping and leaves rustling ... I hope you just look at it and don't copy it.

Morning songs on the grassland

This morning, the wind was cold.

Standing on this hill, overlooking the foggy sea under my feet, let my thoughts roll into endless joy.

A faint mist hung over the horses, trees and the rising sun, and my mood fluctuated and I couldn't calm down for a long time.

The sunshine in the morning is still not very dazzling, and the dreamy red is playing on the misty fog.

This grassland is inlaid with beautiful Phnom Penh.

Breeze, smoke and the unique orange morning light on the dam,

Turn this awakening grassland into a colorful interpretation.

Here, only peace is seen, and blue is bright and vivid.

As a result, the grassland in this summer is also excited.

Orange morning, orange fog, orange dream, flashing moving and cheerful.

The softness of heaven and earth ignited the beginning of dreams, and the clear posture of trees stood as temperament in the fog.

All languages should be silent! Locked in my heart is a slowly passing horse.

There is an orange dawn in the sky, and the fog is like a rushing river.

Continuous, endless, the morning on this dam, instantly stained with blue.

Really fascinating.

Seeing this, my heart is always touched.

The refraction of sunlight makes this meadow look a little dreamy.

White clouds and blue sky are like childhood crumpled by the wind when I was a child.

Such sunlight can only be seen on the dam.

In this quiet hut, it should be a simple life.

Mountain flowers are everywhere.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the road is just a journey, but the road here is particularly attractive. ...

What will the other side of this road look like? ...

Blue summer

The birch tree in my dream, with the sunshine setting Phnom Penh on it, seems to have returned to an ancient country.

Ride leisurely on horseback

Vision creates excitement in the lens.

My heart stayed in the grassland again.