七月的乡间是富有诗意的。昼长人静的中午,这些杨柳树是蝉儿歌唱的舞台,蝉的嘶鸣,与悠悠流淌的河水,还有这些静默的矮柳高杨,是这河堤上夏日永远的风景。坐在绿阴下,仰望天空,是无尽的蔚蓝,那些曾展翅飞翔的鸟儿,这时也栖息在绿阴深处的枝头,烦躁地呜叫着夏日的闷热。地里的庄稼已长得密不透风,青纱帐似的玉米地里传来草被锄断的咯吱声、 The country of July is poetic. Daydreaming at noon, these willow trees are cicadas singing stage, neighing cicadas, and the long flowing river, as well as these silent dwarf Liu Yang, is the embankment on the summer forever landscape. Sit under the shade, looking to the sky, is endless blue, those who have wings to fly the birds, then perched in the shade of the branches, annoying irritable summer hot. The crops in the field have grown airtight, the corn field came into the grass like a cornice was hoe off the creak,