Cicada, evening breeze, another tender season.

Still faithfully love summer.

Summer seems to deserve all the wonderful descriptions.

All the beautiful things,

It all seems to happen in summer.

Burning the sun,

It's the first business card in summer.

Like a torch in the sky,

Igniting the summer in the northern hemisphere,

Along with the afterglow of eyes and soul,

Everything is shining.

Sunshine is never stingy,

It comes from mountains, rivers, lakes and oceans.

Fall on your side.

With such good sunshine,

We can't live up to this summer.

Look up,

This is a blue sky covered by branches and leaves.

Those green shadows are like palm trees,

Holding a beam of sunshine.

There is always pleasant coolness in the shade,

There is always plenty of sunshine between branches,

All the madness of spring,

Create this green ocean.

Those tiny shadows pass through the leaves,

Like a sparkling sea.

Cicada crouched under the thick green shade,

Calling for summer,

I hate it all day,

But without cicadas,

Summer seems to have lost its flavor.

This is the trace of summer.

More like a symbol, a symbol—

Then indulge in singing!

Before the summer finale,

Play the annual movement.

Bubbles are bubbling,

It is always tempting to unscrew the lid after shaking the bottle.

Those carbonic acids mean dancing on the tip of the tongue,

But it can't hide the sweetness of oranges.

Summer is always closely related to summer soda.

The taste in my memory has never changed,

My heart is full,

It's like taking one more sip and flying into the sky.

Looking forward to the arrival of summer,

Because this season is as exciting as orange soda.

After a hot day,

Always like walking,

Always want to blow the night breeze.

The heat wave of transpiration during the day has not subsided,

The coolness of a single night has arrived.

Always walking with friends,

You can travel romantically without holding a candle.

Want to reach out and say:

"Come on, let's go for a ride."

The enthusiasm and ignorance of teenagers,

The sincerity and love of teenagers,

The young man smiled at his eyes and his brow was full of enthusiasm.

Everything has a unique summer flavor.

The bones of teenagers are tall and straight poplars.

The blood of teenagers is a surging river.

Teenagers' eyes are full of summer light,

The beating sun is on the teenager's chest.

Green leaves and cicadas in summer know that,

Running water and night wind know.

As a teenager, you have all summer.

Today is a long summer,

Listen to little chestnut pour out a little,

You can't hide the joy of summer between the lines.

What about you?

Little chestnut wants to hear yours, too,

Summer impression.

Produced by: New Media Studio

Copywriter: Liu Zichen

Photography: Yuan Handan, Li Xuyang