Summer evening prose

Turn on the ink weather, and the high temperature warning will wake up frequently. The high temperature of 367 degrees continues, the hot and soft road surface, the rush of people, the flying dust and the whining air conditioning sound make people feel so agitated and almost suffocated.

At night, the wind blows occasionally. Walking in the fields in the southern suburbs, Miao's children collapsed on the ground, and some of them had withered. Pale yellow cucumber flowers, purple eggplant flowers and pale blue bean curd have lost their freshness and are pregnant with fruits in the heat. Cicada was hoarse, as if helpless. Call.

The weeping willows in the field can't resist the intrusion of drought, and the leaves fall leisurely. In this way, a lively life withered in the original vibrant time, and in the rolling heat wave, it was silent and far away bit by bit.

Although the flowering period of the pomegranate tree was delayed, it could not bear the continuous drought and high temperature and fell red. I gently picked up a petal, still with a faint fragrance, and my heart tightened. The fate of this flower is very similar to our life. Bloom's blooming youth passed away in a hurry Who has the power to save the world? Who can change the eternal law of survival of the fittest and blooming of flowers?

Dawn, after all, insisted on a little coolness, gave up the habit of running in the morning, polished the manuscript that had been put on hold for a long time, and handled the messages, information and comments of several websites.

In order to get rid of the summer heat, a 20-kilometer summer vacation tour was started a few days ago. Every evening, as the sunset recedes, ride along Kaiyuan Road and enter the green corridor of Qilihe River to the west. It's like a summer distribution center. Thousands of citizens came to the long river bank, stayed in the pavilions paved with green land, river bank and white marble, and slowly stayed away from the damp heat in the hazy night. Landscape lights and lawn lights emit light yellow and light green respectively, which complement the quiet water and create a cool color. The slender street lamps shed orange light on the purplish red road through the Woods. With the swaying of flowers and plants, the light and shadow are more blurred.

I rode in the same direction with several strangers, sometimes overtaking and sometimes slowing down. In the silent night, we inadvertently arrived at the Jade Belt Bridge. Being far away from the city and breezy makes me feel much better. From a distance, the scene of the South-to-North Water Transfer Project is as hot as summer, and the construction is racing against time as expected. The completion of this world-famous and epoch-making project will certainly change the living environment of Chinese people, turn thin soil into fertile land and clear water into others. By then, the vegetation in those summer days may no longer be grayish yellow, and tiny life will thrive under the nourishment of the south water. The vast land is no longer cracked, and the creatures on earth may not leave us in this crazy season.

As the night grew dark, I went back to the steel intersection. My car broke down and I was hiking on my way home. Midnight is approaching, and I don't know when the sea of people has dispersed just now, leaving only the quiet water surface, sparkling against the light from far and near. Lonely street lamps, stick to the purple road deep in the East Ring Road. I am asking: in this hot summer, why is the summer rain always late, even so stingy? Let those fresh lives suffer and even wither.

At this time, there is a ringing reminder of information, and the meteorological department sent a rainstorm warning. Looking at the sky, so blue and starry, how can there be signs of rain?