是你吗,夏?我凝望着路边第一朵绽放的栀子花,轻声说。是的,你来了,带着第一朵盛开的栀子花的幽香,踏着阵阵蝉鸣轻快地向我走来。在一年四季中,我独爱夏,不知道为什么,也不想去知道。小时候,我仍待在乡下,没有来到这座冰冷的城市。乡村的夏,浸满我的快乐。我记得,那一年盛夏,裹满了的,是我与朋友们在菜园里偷西瓜后的窃喜和满嘴的香甜,是午后在树阴下乘凉的惬意,是在耀眼的阳光照射下仍然兴致勃勃玩游戏的快乐…… Is it you, summer? I stared at the first roadside gardenia flowers bloom, whispered. Yes, you come, with the fragrance of the first gardenia blooming, crouching crouch briskly toward me. Throughout the year, I love summer alone, do not know why, do not want to know. As a kid, I was still in the country, did not come to this cold city. Country summer, soaked with my happiness. I remember the summer that year was full of my sweetheart and sweet mouthful after stealing watermelons in the vegetable garden. I was still enjoying the cool shade of the afternoon in the shade of the tree, Happy playing the game ......