Sentences in Lhasa's Summer Essays

Summer, the ancient city of Lhasa, is a slightly fumigation season.

Summer in Lhasa has its own unique personality and charm. She doesn't have flowers and wild vines in the south of the Yangtze River. She can't even see weeds or hear sharp cicadas. In the summer in Lhasa, all the dullness and noise in the south of the Yangtze River have turned into refreshing coolness.

Clouds are like washing, and the sky is as blue as the deepest pure sea. Those tall and majestic mountains are still naked and stand proudly, but they are painted with a faint green in summer, which has a little exciting romance and warmth in the boundless vastness.

When the leaves of poplars are getting more and more full, the grassland in Lalu must be green. You don't have to pay attention to crowded places of interest, and you don't have to visit the scenery polluted by too many unrestrained languages. In Lhasa, if you casually walk into an obscure alley or a deserted road in the suburbs, there will be an indescribable silence that you can remember vividly.

A year after I left Lhasa, in summer, I stopped in a corner of it again. Walking in the transparent wind of the ancient city, I hold the sunshine that I have dreamed of for many years. Without words, I think we understand each other. In the shadow of light and blooming Gesang flowers, sunshine is like an old man's smiling face.

The rain at night still comes as promised, like a wisp of green leaves. The beauty of a small harp singing first lingers in my ears, then turns into a little coolness and drops into my heart. Only in summer in Lhasa can you hear such real rain? The rain in Jiangnan is fierce and fierce. The rain in Saibei is even more spectacular than that. The shadow has just appeared without a trace. Southwest is also rainy, where is summer, but where to listen to the rain?

It's almost dawn. In the Woods outside the window, there are birds chirping happily, and some of them are jumping and playing or strolling like gentlemen in the sand in the Woods. They don't avoid people very much, sometimes they suddenly fly away, but they leave exquisite footprints on the beach, like micro-sculptures and poems.

However, I will not just stay in Lhasa in summer. For me, what really fascinates her is not only the mysterious legend, but also its beautiful face. What nature and history gave her made me feel an indomitable greatness. Perhaps this is the banner of vitality, the battlefield of the tireless soul of mankind, and also the bend of the harbor.

Here, if you do it with your heart, you will see the Zen machine.