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Beautiful sentences describing late spring and early summer

In June and May, frogs are no longer so pleasant to hear, and flowers everywhere are no longer lingering. So at night, listening to the frogs, people just hurried by and smelled the flowers, but they didn't slow down. People seem to have adapted to the return of life in April. For May, which continues the course of life, people just ignore it.

2. May, in the countryside, was extraordinary because of labor. In May, it branded a world belonging to it in the countryside. On campus, I will always be full of energy because I am young. In May, the campus has been troubled by its light for a long time. In May, we spent it together. In May, I will be fascinated and cast my soul. May will be my forever May.

It always rains in Mao Mao in the south of the Yangtze River in May. At the beginning of the rain, there was still some white light on the horizon, and large clouds were blown west by the wind. There are mountains like running water, plain and simple, with thin fog and jagged and fuzzy shadows. In Jiangnan, the raindrops are gentle and intimate, but the sound of rain is delicate and touching, with a little sadness of the Wu family. The taste of rain is light and bitter, bitter with cold, as if deliberately hitting the soft flowers in the south of the Yangtze River, showing its tenderness and fragrance. Standing in such a landscape, overlooking Jiangnan, Jiangnan is quiet.

The countryside in May reveals something extraordinary, and the campus in May is particularly charming at this time. It is blowing the lake wind and wandering in Huangjia Lake. There is always wind on the lake. The lake is big, but the wind is not strong and gentle, just like a mother stroking her beloved son. I walked silently, and the wind blew silently, sticking to me and never giving up. Like that's what I rely on. This feeling makes me very comfortable, no matter what my mood is. Or the city, or these people, the water in Huangjiahu is still so quiet, slightly blue, and a lot less angry. On the wide lake, there are few boats, but there is always a moderate fog. When you look at it, you can vaguely see the tower standing on the other side. The pine willow on the lake is still so green. Contrary to the lake, it is full of vitality, long and straight, and lush in the hot and humid environment by the lake.