Summer again

The sun is burning, people can't open their eyes, knowing that they are calling, and they are sending out a very regular burst of dissatisfaction from the dense bushes. There is a lotus pond not far from the grandmother's house. Every time the passage is over, a wave of blue waves ripples slightly, and the water is covered with blue bricks and tiles. A cluster of lotus leaves is scattered with it, and it is inevitable to think of the lotus pond and the fragrant noodles. A grand occasion of blooming.

In the summer, it is the day of the lotus pond. When I was passing by again this year, I was quietly scented with a fragrant smell. With a familiar taste, I could not help but speed up my pace. I saw a group of neighbors sitting leisurely in the shade of the pond, shaking the old fan, wearing a long, washed white shirt, holding up half of the sleeves, laughing and nodding, and holding the herbal tea at the side. A little bit of a sip, so good. Who said that it is a great happiness to blow the cold air in the summer.

The sky suddenly became gray and gray, and the violent sunshine instantly became dark. Only the lotus flower of that pond was opened. As expected, there was a burst of thunder from the distant sky, and I couldn’t help but feel that my chest was stuffy and seemed to be blocked by something. The old people who are still talking about it have already put away their chairs, laughing and saying that it is going to rain, it is raining, how cool it is.

During the speech, the fine raindrops fell, and in the twinkling of an eye, the asphalt road was replaced with a layer of color. The raindrops were getting bigger and bigger, and the ears screamed in a moment, and there was no warning at all. When I hurriedly opened the umbrella, it was already drenched.

When I got home and pushed open the window, I saw that the distant peaks were blurred, like the azure color that was blooming, from deep to shallow. The fresh water vapor with large clusters in the air, and the unique trees of the camphor tree in front of the door, are better than any perfume.

When I returned to the lotus pond, it was still full of lotus flowers. The blue water rippled slightly. I don’t know if there will be lotus in this pool next summer and a group of people sitting in the pond. The old man who enjoys the herbal tea in the shade of the trees.

The third day: summer in the north and the north