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Filling the summer is a tense, hot, hurried melody.

As if a pot of cold water on the stove was gradually bubbling and finally boiling, the grass on the hillside gradually grew into a long wall of dark colors. The soft-flying butterflies are gone, but they are replaced by annoying cicadas that chirp long and long among the leaves. The fiery red sun baked a golden earth, and the waves of wheat rolled and beat against the distant mountains; The clouds in the sky fluttered against the cars on the road, like the waves of the sea surging against ships.

Gold dominates everything in the world, and the hot wind floats across the sky, blowing the aroma of ripe wheat. After half a year of accumulation, the spirit of spring has become a kind of surging momentum, rolling on the fields and rising between heaven and earth. Summer is here.

The colors of summer are golden. From the point of view of painting, this makes sense about the middle of the term. The color of spring is cold green, such as blue waves, such as tender bamboo, full of hope; The color of autumn is hot red, like the sunset, like red leaves, marking the end of things.

Summer is just between the spring flowers and the truth-seeking, naturally responding to this neutral yellow --- harvest has not yet been completed, it is a peak season of inheriting the past and opening up the future, and life alternates. You see, the wheat has just been cut, and the cotton seedlings in the fields with seven or eight green leaves, the sorghum and corn holding the trumpets in the sky, and the hanging seedlings crawling forward on the ground, all burst out with vigorous vitality. At this time, they are no longer moistening slowly in the spring breeze and light rain, but under the steaming of the heat, they are vigorous and vigorous, making the final sprint to the end of autumn.

The melody of summer is tense, and every nerve of people is tenseYou see the sickle-wielding peasants in the fields, bent over, sweating, thinking only about quick mowing, quick mowing; Maizi is on the field, and there is a thought of fast fighting, fast fighting. It is hard enough for them to get up early and go to bed late, and they wake up in the middle of the night to listen to the window paper, but the wind is blowing; Look out the window, the sky is covered with clouds.

After the wheat is beaten, it is time to breathe a sigh of relief, and we have to hurry to top dressing and watering the autumn seedlings. \'The Tian family has few idle months, and people are busy in May'.They carry summer and autumn on their shoulders.

It is a pity that the literati of the past dynasties do not know how many spring flowers and autumn moons have written, but there are very few shadows of summer. Probably, spring dissolves, autumn waves surge, and summer is always soaked in bitter sweat. People who have leisure and leisure naturally don't like this tense melody.

But I want to praise this ** summer between spring and autumn.

Joy in front of the palace, Xia" Xue Anfu.

Liu Fushu, glass thousands of acres soaked in curling. The song of the warbler is singing, and the scholars and girls call each other. It is not as good as Danqing painting. lost on the way home, and propped into the depths of the lotus. Do you know that he loves me and I love West Lake?

Liu Fushu, glass thousands of acres soaked in curling. The song of the warbler is singing, and the scholars and girls call each other. It is not as good as Danqing painting. lost on the way home, and propped into the depths of the lotus. Do you know that he loves me and I love West Lake?

It was a long wait. It seems to be longer than a year. For a few days, I was restless and restless.

Those that can only be obtained during the Spring Festival, all the delicious and fun things, such as new clothes and shoes, lanterns, kites, peanuts, candies, zongzi, rice cakes, rice balls, steamed buns, ......Compared to the fireworks next to my pillow that will shine brightly, they are all tasteless and tasteless, so I can't arouse the slightest interest.

Finally, I am looking forward to the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve. As soon as I opened my eyes in the morning, I asked my mother and said that I could release it now. Mom said that she had to wait until the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, when it was dark, and the fireworks would look good.

So every few minutes throughout the day, I looked up at the clock, and the time had never passed so slowly, and the sky was darkening almost inch by inch. I finally stayed up until dinner, and I only ate a few bites of the sumptuous Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, but I put down my chopsticks and slipped out. There was no one in the empty yard, and the family ate endlessly for the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, and I pinched the paper tube tightly and looked around, hoping that everyone would come out to see me set off the fireworks, and for a while I even felt that it was almost dawn.

Finally, my grandmother came out with a box of matches.

Everyone walked out giggling, and many pairs of eyes lit up in the dark courtyard. I carefully placed the paper tube on the flat ground and began to try to strike a match in the wind to light the fuse of the paper tube. My hands trembled, and I lit it several times before I lit it, threw down the match and slammed into hiding behind my mother.

With a snort, a string of golden flames flew from the ground. Like rain, like a fountain, and like ears of rice swaying in the wind, they flutter in front of your eyes, illuminating the dark night sky around you. We jumped and clapped our hands and stamped our feet with wide eyes, we didn't know how to welcome it, maybe we should invite the whole town to share in this beautiful ...... of joy

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