Light summer

I like summer, I think everyone will like it. Because of the comfortable holiday; delicious ice cream; beautiful flower skirt. But I just fell in love with its faint sunshine...

Perhaps summer is a hot season. And I am always the quietest one, I like to quietly taste its beauty. The golden light is full of the earth and has its enthusiasm. People don't understand its beauty. They all played with umbrellas and curled up in the small shadows. At this time, I will let the beautiful golden light spread out to the whole body. Perhaps, in countless people, I am the darling of summer. I am not white. But it will never be tanned. He burned my skin with enthusiasm. Give this to me its hug. I sniffed it with a touch of body fragrance. Maybe this is the best gift it sent me.

The summer wind is always the most common. It does not have the tenderness of spring; the tenderness of autumn; the biting of winter; perhaps, among its sisters, it is always a supporting role for the loss of existence. And I simply like it. It doesn't know how to gently touch, so try not to hurt us; it doesn't know how to bring cool, but it tries to blow away our heat. It is not the most special one among the sisters. But it is the simplest one...

People like the shadows of the evening. I am the same, but I am not obsessed with its coolness, but its beauty. The evening sun was not hot, the golden sun began to become noble, and he wrapped everything in gorgeous gold and red. The golden sunshine shattered among the trees. At this time, the wind gently passed. The shadow of the tree on the ground eventually turned into a dynamic art. People began to look at the cat's eyes and enjoy the coolness of the evening, and I will carefully describe the beauty of the night in my heart.

Summer is always the most selfless, it loves everything. Just as people began to be impatient and complained about its body temperature. It will drop the long-lost coolness. Smile in the cheers of people, the smiles of animals, and the fullness of plants. Its sweat can't be said to be big, but it is not small. It's just a simple baptism. A smile of one meter is revealed, and the raindrops become gleaming under the refraction of the sun. It will not use the rainbow to tell its own mood; it will not use the red leaves to tell its own beauty; it will not use snowflakes to tell its own beauty; just use the simple sun rain to feel the happiness of people...

Everyone has a different summer, my summer is calm and simple. It expresses its love for us in the most common way. I am obsessed with its body fragrance, obsessed with its breath, obsessed with its skin color, and obsessed with everything about it. But I can't tell the beauty of it. I can only use the simple "like" to show my love for it...

Third day: zero south