Summer

The day just dawned, the flowers and trees were dyed red, the wind woke up the birds and the bees, and the fields and meadows were full of crystal dewdrops – this is the beautiful scenery just dawning.

The sun rose and sprinkled a golden color on the smooth leaves of the creek, a vine, a rose, a yellow scorpion, and a mist. The fascinating view of the sun rises. .

The river is flowing, thinking of a knight, sometimes playing a roundabout here, sometimes staying there for a while, then quickly rushing to the sea.

The rain fell, over the roof, over the chimney, a string, a drop. The branches are bent and the sky frowns.

The birds sang a song: My dear children, you are my beloved, I will always shelter you from the wind. What a beautiful bird!

The sun disappeared, and the cow lowered his head and walked slowly on the path. The fireflies flashed brightly on the hills and fields, and the sky slowly turned from yellow to red, deep yellow, and darkened—so the sun disappeared.

First day: Ann