Throughout the year, favorite in the summer. When I was small, the front of his home has a large pond, because the shape of a large gold ingot, the village people are called "gold Bay." Summer has come to green pond duckweed shore, the breeze blowing, the wind dancing duckweed. Every time, Grandpa go to the pond water Add a few dozen lines, the round surface of the water next to the leaf surface, and the red flowers look as if looking upon the beauty pillow and sleep like . Happy swimming fish, a few blisters from time to time the rise of wind, gradually dispersed to a distance.
Summer Night shade, carrying a , holding a left temporary homes are clustered to the right of the ground . Xing Gao Ming, the people pulling the home, a few of our childhood with the stars, listening to the clear and melodious sound of crickets, unwittingly entered a dream.
After wheat harvest, cicada wings flew up into the branches, hidden in the leaves, the race to sell will be able to take voice. At this time, about three to five partners, take a long bamboo pole and made the "gum", as one of the hunters will be imposing an income only in the capsule. Thunderstorm case, picking a great Indus leaves, up in the head, playing a home. Cicada fried food is the best time, and now that it no longer the flavor of that time.
Years has been around the wheel of a 30 year period of recall to mind from time to time in a beautiful childhood, childhood footsteps, on the land is so easy ... ... 一年四季，最爱在夏日。小时候，老家的门前有一个大池塘，因为形似一个大元宝，村子里的人都称其为“元宝湾”。夏日已到，池塘岸边飘起碧绿的浮萍，微风吹来，浮萍随风舞动。每到此时，爷爷便往塘中放入几十株睡莲，圆圆的叶面紧挨水面，红红的花朵翘首而望如同倚枕而眠的美人般楚楚动人。欢快的鱼儿游来游去，不时抬头吹几个水泡，慢慢向远处散去。