Speaking of summer

Speaking of summer, I think of a poem written by Yang Wanli: "After all, the West Lake in June, the scenery is not with the four times." Next day lotus leaves infinite green, ying sun lotus flowers different red." This is a poem in praise of the summer, the title is "Xiao net Ci to send Lin Zi Fang", I think of this poem because I love summer. Summer is colorful. When summer comes, the lotus blossoms. Came to the lotus pool, there was a burst of refreshing fragrance, the whole person to be drunk. Some lotus flowers are all spread out; Some only open two or three pieces of petals, revealing bright yellow small lotus; Some are still blossoming, and they look like they're about to burst. Hit the thick towering trees, long can be green, like a soldier wearing green clothes. There are a lot of tenacious life next to the tree - green grass. They have a strong and unyielding spirit, which is worth our learning! Summer is lively. Cicada stopped in the tree, and cried day and night: "Cicada, cicada..." . As if to say, "Cool, cool..." . The dragonfly is busy catching pests, it is the best of the beneficial insects! Katydid play a concert in the grass, some of them sing solo, some. Chorus, what a beautiful singing! The busiest is the frog, although it also likes to sing, but the pests in the field are waiting for it to remove! Summer is exciting and happy. In the summer vacation, the children can swim in the water, soak the body in the water, really cool! Despite the hot weather, the children playing outside are very excited: some play skateboarding; Some play on swings; Some are playing hide and seek. Play a lot of sweat, then to an ice cream, that how cool ah! The cold feeling made us love it, and every time we ate a root, it was still not enough. In the evening, with a cool breeze, it is pleasant to walk in the park. Summer is not red and green; Not the wind of gold; It is not snowflakes, summer is colorful; It is also lively; It was exciting and pleasant. I love summer!In spring, it is the most lush, it is the most bright. It is bamboo, the brightest new green in spring! Spring returns to the earth and everything revives. Gentle spring breeze blowing, like the mother's warm hand, gently touching the earth; The thin spring rain falls down like a thousand stars, moistening the earth; Father Ray also beat the drum in the sky and shouted for it; Soon, the lovely shoots drilled out of the head. The baptism of spring. It looks east, looks west, butterflies fly over and dance with it; The bees came and sang with him; The bird came and told him some funny stories; The tree also leaned over and hugged the bamboo shoots..... Bamboo shoots looked at this beautiful world, everything is so "harmonious, beautiful." But the day has the eventuality, when the spring sister is not happy, the wind will come. The world was not gentle with him at all. He was tossed about by the wind, but still he stood upright; The rain clattered and washed his torso as if it would uproot him; From time to time, small insects will come to disturb it. It has learned the cruelty of the world, but it has honed it in the process of cruelty. Time flies, blink of an eye, it has grown up. Now it is a clean air, elegant not proud, tall and straight as the peak, green and powerful, like a firm person, standing in the peak, it is silent, never show their talent, silent efforts. Like a man of letters, quiet, green, gentle. The wind struck the green bamboo, but after all can not shake the green and firm figure; Can't shake that tough heart. Perhaps the growth process of bamboo has some twists and turns, but the result must be bright and bright.