The breeze is coming, the early summer is slightly cool

Early summer is graceful, with a slight breeze, without the heat of the scorching sun, leaving the softness of the spring breeze.

Walking on the streets at dusk, as dusk rises, the lanterns have not yet been lit, the crowds have not yet gathered, and the drums have not yet sounded. The wind comes slowly, the branches sway gently, and the leaves rustle. Everything is harmonious and peaceful, and the years are quiet.

Stand and admire. The maple trees are green in patches, and after a season, they are charming and moving. The remaining red color of kapok has faded, and its green color is deep, silent in the early summer wind. But the jacarandas couldn't wait to see it. They were full of light purple and swaying, painting the flowers in full swing, making passers-by admire them one after another.

Under the tree, an old lady sells ice powder, cold cakes and cold noodles, which are the standard fare on the streets on a summer night. Although it was not hot, the taste memory of many years made me stop in front of the stall and order two bowls. The transparent ice powder, glutinous cold cake, accompanied by spoonfuls of brown sugar water, the temptation on the tip of the tongue suddenly spreads in the breeze, and it is already cold before it is cold, which is terrible to watch.

Walking along the green corridor with delicious food and thoughts on your mind. The sycamore trees are lush and tall, with branches covering each other and leaves intertwining with each other, creating a long and ancient style. A breeze blows by, and the slender branches and delicate leaves are intertwined with fine mottled shapes, making the early summer night feel ready and letting the coolness of early summer flow quietly.

Walking downstairs, the lawlessly dense yellow jujube tree was brutally poisoned. The elevator went back and forth, up and down, left and right, cutting off one branch after another, and one branch after another. Looking back, the arrogant Huang Jue of the past is no longer towering and has lost its splendor. Only the newly sprouted branches and leaves are swaying in the cool breeze of early summer, swaying the accumulated past and stretching the joy of growth.

Beside the tree, gypsophila is spread out, and purple flowers are clustered in clusters, dense and elegant. Wherever the breeze passes, the flowers dance lightly, rising and falling, deep and shallow, like the waves of the sea of ????stars, like the twinkling stars.

The night comes quietly, and the wind blows slowly. Hair is fluttering, summer flowers are rippling, and early summer is slightly cool.

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