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Summer is like flowers, with a wisp of breeze, listen to a cicada! I still slept soundly in the spring dream. No, it was the dense rain that caught my tired heart and the withered soul harvested by the scyck with rain. This time when I went to the countryside, I really came home. This was what I had been longing for. If it hadn’t been for the matter of picking up my daughter to school, what kind of state would it be like to have such a thoughtful visit and such a rainy day. The village director who accompanied me took care of me very much. The dinner was at his home, which was simple but suitable. It was the kind of home. His granddaughter was the same age as my daughter, and she was afraid of giving birth at first, I played with her and gradually got close to me. Although I used to live in the team and miss home, I really didn’t think about it at this time. I am think about the harvested uncrushed rapeseed? Or worried about the unharvested wheat wet by the rain? Tonight, I am alone, a Kang. No one disturbed me, only the rain beat the tiles lightly and heavily. The summer solstice wind did not feel any coolness. It was summer! That night, the rain was intermittent, and the director said that his thunderous snores would disturb me. He had already slept in another room, and I only heard the clamor on the road and the breath of heart, I only heard birds and flowers at dawn, songs and laughter in wheat fields. We are always sweating like rain, walking towards the wheat field with difficulty, doing some interesting things under the wheat stack, or rolling in the wheat straw. For this beautiful scenery, poetic and picturesque! In the past, I always felt that I trudged because of birth, tasted the sour and bitter because of birth, and never came into being as gorgeous as summer flowers. Praise, fame and wealth, boring, desire filled between purity and reality, US unable to stop. Make a bright summer flower! Undefeated and undefeated, the enchantment is like fire. It is better to be a spectator in the world. Since then, I have gained more feelings of seeing Nanshan leisurely. In the dim light, it was already bright. I heard the cough of the director next door and saw the summer bird standing on the telegraph pole outside the window. In the yard, summer flowers smile. Praise in the early morning of June 30th (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring

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