Spring leaves us, the hot summer comes with the hot sun.
Summer is beautiful. In the daytime, under the shade of light and shadow, I sit there listening to cicadas singing. In the evening, when I went to the field to watch the animal singing meeting, the little frogs came to play drums and the fireflies came to light up the grasshopper to accompany the dance.
Summer is fruitful. The fruits were holding a competition to see who was the most popular. Uncle watermelon said, "I must be the most popular, because I can help people quench their thirst." peach sister said, "no, I am the most popular, because I can not only quench thirst, but also make soup It's me It's me... ".
Summer is harvest, farmer uncle looked at the golden wheat, can not see the edge, the farmer uncle happy smile.
I love summer. Everything matures in summer.