The breeze in Xu Lai is cool in early summer.

In early summer, there is a little breeze, without the heat of the sun, leaving the spring breeze soft.

Walking in the street at dusk, walking in the twilight, the lights haven't turned on, the crowd hasn't gathered, and the drums haven't sounded yet. The wind came slowly, the branches shook gently and the leaves rustled. Everything is harmonious and peaceful, and the years are quiet.

Stand still, admire. Maple trees are green, season by season, and their shapes are charming and moving. Kapok faded into residual red, with a thick emerald green, silent in the early summer wind. However, the jacaranda can't wait, and the lavender is swaying and smeared with flowers, which makes passers-by in a hurry admire.

Under the tree, stood an old woman, ice powder, cold cakes, cold noodles, freehand brushwork of a standard summer night street. Although it's not spicy, years of taste memory made me stop in front of the stall and order two bowls. Transparent ice powder, waxy cake and a spoonful of brown sugar water make the temptation on the tip of the tongue suddenly dissipate in the breeze, which is not cold but cold, terrible.

Walking in the green corridor with food and thoughts. Sycamore trees, lush, tall and straight, flourishing, communicate with each other, showing a long history. A breeze blowing, slender branches and delicate leaves intertwined into fine mottles, let the early summer night come out, let the early summer coolness flow quietly.

Downstairs, the lawless dense alder tree was poisoned. The elevator, back and forth, up and down, left and right, cut down one branch after another, cut down one ya after another. Looking back, the once proud Huang Qi is no longer majestic, and his spirit is gone. Only the newly born branches and leaves, swaying the past in the cool breeze of early summer, spread the joy of growth.

Beside the tree, there are stars all over the sky, and clusters of purple flowers are dense and elegant. Breeze blowing, flowers dancing lightly, ups and downs, deep and shallow, like stars flashing.

Night comes quietly and the wind blows slowly. Light hair, light summer flowers, cool early summer.

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