夏天,风轻无雨,只有骄阳炙烤着大地。当一切都变得成熟而显得有些老成的时候,它带着狂热,顷刻间席卷了整座城市。匆匆从炽热的太阳底下飞奔过的人,也忘不了抱怨几句“这个天好热,晒死人了”。关于夏天的记忆,从这里开始。记得那年夏天,有一位70多岁的大爷经常来汇钱,他每次来的时候都是背着很多空的饮料瓶和很多纸盒,每次都是汇100元。他很喜欢笑,每一次都笑着对我说:“闺女,又麻烦你 Summer, light and rain-free, only the sun roasted the earth. As everything matured and seemed old-fashioned, it swept through the city in a moment of fanaticism. Hurriedly flying from the hot sun under the people, but also forget not to complain a few words ”This is a hot day, Sun people.“ About summer memory, start from here. I remember that summer, a 70-year-old uncle often send money, every time he comes are carrying a lot of empty beverage bottles and many cartons, each time sink 100 yuan. He likes to laugh, every time a smile said to me: ”daughter, trouble you again