The feeling of summer

Some students said that summer is sweet because there are two months of summer vacation.

Some students said that summer is bitter because there is a painful study.

Everything will be brewed by the sky.

Perhaps it is a huge fireball in the innocent blue sky. Who knows if there is a cloud? No one dares to look up. The midday sun is glory. Few people will walk on the street because they wear a top hat. More I hurried to the store, left the pentagonal or a dollar to take the ice lolly and took it away. It seems that everything is cool in the moment when the wrapping paper is opened. Many people prefer to hide in the corner of the room and enjoy the coolness of the fan in the "beep" sound of the fan or air conditioner. I was praying for the nasty mosquito to roll, and the smell of thick water on the body seemed to have no effect on this. The air was so dull that it was suffocating. This kind of weather is sure to have people who are suffering from heat stroke.

It’s a thunderstorm, and many people are looking forward to it. God seems to have a bit of compassion, and finally let the thick cloud persuade the stubborn sun to go home. Only one second, the sky crossed the lightning, the thunder rumbled, and then the raindrops fell down on the face, hit the window glass, merged into a stream of water, hit the hot ground, just like the mother was cooking After the iron pot, there was a light smoke. At this moment, another flash of lightning passed, followed by the roar of roar, and it seemed that the house would fall down.

The rain gradually became smaller and the sky returned to calm. Everything seems to be more spiritual after the thunderstorm. At the moment, I looked at the window and delusion, more in the aftertaste - the taste of summer...

I can see the flying birds, the blue sky, and I suddenly want to have a pair of wings, no longer suffering from heavy learning tasks, away from this tiring graduating class, flying to the sky of my own. However, I have nostalgia for the scenery here. I think this will definitely become the image of my heart forever, becoming the highlight of the third day, bringing color to our boring life, how unforgettable.

The taste of summer, the hot years, always makes people difficult to clear, once passed your enthusiasm, once read your passionate, familiar feelings, but suddenly felt strange, that sincere years, so stiff and cold, Can you make your dreams like a sunflower like a stem, can you let your dreams take a line like a flying kite, keep all the sorrows and worries in the wilderness, and let the seeds of poetry and sincerity be scattered all over the mountains.

Third day: Yang Na