如果春是萌芽,秋是收获,冬是永恒,那么夏就是无尽繁华前的奋斗。如果春是童谣,秋是雄歌,冬是小说,那夏就是让我陶醉的诗。我醉于盛夏的那童话般的荷塘。荷花白胜雪、红似火……五颜六色,荷花的花瓣儿紧挨在一起,好似一对亲姐妹;有的花瓣松松的,像一个刚睡醒的姑娘。美丽极了!真像一幅美丽的国画!我醉于盛夏之声。“知了,知了……”多么熟悉的声音,我百听不厌,因为这声音让我陶醉。知 If spring is budding, autumn is harvest, winter is eternal, then summer is endless struggle before flourishing. If spring is a nursery rhyme, autumn is a male song, winter is a novel, that summer is my poem intoxicated. I am drunk in that fairy tale summer lotus pond. Snow white lotus, red like fire ... ... colorful, lotus flower petals close together, like a pair of pro-sisters; some petals loose, like a girl just woke up. Beautiful! It’s like a beautiful Chinese painting! I was drunk in midsummer. “Know, know ... ” How familiar sound, I never tired, because this sound makes me intoxicated. know