夏天,用一个字来代言,毫无疑问,是“热”。到了夜晚,对于大地来说,是骄阳炙烤了一天后的短暂解脱;对于夏蝉来说,是在四处躲避烈焰并长鸣了一整天后,终于可以停止叫喊;对于路边的香樟树来说,更是顶住了骄阳似火的烘烤;对于人们来说,是夏日里那一缕清凉。每当微风吹过,树叶随着摆动起来,池塘边听取蛙声一片,那种情境是一种久违了的惬意。 Summer, with a word to endorse, no doubt, is “hot ”. To the night, for the earth, is the sun a day after the release of a short sun; for cicadas, it is in the dodge around the flames and after a long day, you can finally stop shouting; for the roadside camphor tree For the people, it is a ray of cool summer. Whenever the breeze blowing, with the leaves swinging up, listening to the frog pond side, the kind of situation is a long absence, pleasant.