Summer in my memory is the season of watermelon.
In the era of no refrigerator and air conditioning,
The courtyard at the entrance of the alley is a good place for freezing watermelon.
Throw the watermelon in the bamboo basket
Soak in the clear well water for half a day
Pull it out and cut it in half
Red flesh and green skin,
The sweet juice immediately flowed down
Take a bite
The mouth is cool.
Childhood summer,
The most exciting thing is fruits and vegetables.
Pick a cucumber with thorns on the roadside ridge.
A bite of fresh taste fills the mouth.
Not to mention grapes full of vines.
A string of strings hung on the arch, fragrant
Carry a small bench,
Step on a grasp, full of sweet juice.
Favorite in childhood memory,
Naturally, I went to play in the lake with my friends.
The lotus leaves are squeezed and squeezed one after another.
It seems to extend to the horizon.
Huge and beautiful lotus
In the green leaves.
With a boat in the lake
The laughter and laughter were spread out.
Although many years have passed,
But the summer of childhood in my memory
It seems to be vividly reflected in my mind.
Even if ten or twenty years have passed,
Think of that summer, still beautiful
