July mood prose

Picking a few golden flowers is like fire, calming the restless heart in July. Accepting the test of years in the hot summer is to test the mood of expressing July-preface.

Burning summer, full of July mood, entered the beginning of the summer heat all year round in the sultry. Hot, as if for the first time, the whole sweat pore was occupied by sweat drops, and the whole body moisture was evaporated by high temperature.

Summer in the northeast is unbearable. Hiding in the house and doing nothing will make you sweat, as if there are nine suns in the sky, attacking the earth together and catching human beings. I feel that the end of the world is coming, captured by the heat, and put on the hot judgment platform.

Just when I felt that the end of the world was coming and I was about to lose my support, a heavy rain drowned out the enthusiasm of summer. Cold air is in a desperate struggle with heat, and human beings benefit from it. Enjoy the wind and rain that day and night, and enjoy the rare coolness and good mood in summer while singing.

Night arrival, brightly lit. Sit in front of the computer, pick up the mood in July and express your feelings about summer. A cool breeze sneaked in with the wind, and a trace of tenderness was grateful for the rare coolness of summer.

There are still traces of heavy rain on the ground, and crystal raindrops are shining on the green grass in Ye Er. The trees in front of the window are swaying the mood of July, and the waning moon in the air is shining with melancholy silver light.

-) fidgety

In early July, sultry weather followed. The high temperature for several days made the water's heart stop fidgeting. People also become inexplicably angry, have no patience to talk or do things so-so, and are absent-minded

Yesterday, the highest temperature was 32 degrees, and the passionate sun baked the earth like a frying pan. Walking on the frying pan seemed like a barbecue and sizzled. All the water in my body has evaporated, and the feeling of thirst makes me want to stay by the well and fill my stomach with cold water. That kind of scene is a bit like Camel Xiangzi written by Lao She. The sultry summer rain is coming, and it is thirsty and hot.

The air is full of hot air, and the heat wave is coming to the tired people. Standing in front of the window, hot air blows in, sitting in the shade, hot air is also flowing, even standing in the legendary tuyere, hot air is rolling in.

Hot, attack Shencheng. Be agitated and mean. Enduring the unbearable heat, my mood began to worry. Unable to stand the cold, the body issued an alarm. The alarm of life is also ringing, and this heat is a test for everyone.

There is not a cloud on the horizon. At ordinary times, wisps of clouds like cotton wool don't know where to sleep. The air seems to have solidified, and so does the wind. Stuffy and irritable, the mystery in my heart is tense, and my soul is wandering between heaven and hell.

Cities with four distinct seasons, people who love green. Unable to bear the torment of the intense summer heat on the rich green, it propped up a cool Ye Er for people, and also turned its edge because of the enthusiasm of the sun. Those delicate flowers closed their eyes shyly to avoid the burning passion of the sun. Beauty is tired and Ye Er is lazy. The whole city seems to be on a steamer, facing fumigation and roasting.

Standing in the sun when I was on a business trip, I couldn't breathe because of the heat, and sweat poured out along the sweat pores. Losing water makes thirst rush out. It's like walking in the desert and seeing the spring in a mirage, but the beauty is beyond my reach. The coolness of a mirage supports me to run forward.

Irritability, spreading in the crowd, like the flu, is unpredictable. Some people are not calm when things happen, and some people are hysterical.

Looking at the pedestrians in the street, they are as expressionless and upset as I am. At this time, a group of primary school students passed by, not knowing the age of heat, and letting these children chase and play, as if heat had nothing to do with them. It is a teenager who doesn't know the taste of heat! Play up to 30 degrees. Looking back suddenly, dating back to childhood. I don't know what heat tastes like. I was sunburned by seasonal high temperature in the hot summer, and I stepped barefoot on the hot asphalt road, playing with my friends, chasing sprinklers and enjoying the cool.

I really want to come, thinking that when I was a child, I was not afraid of the heat and chased the sprinkler. At this moment, a familiar music came into my ears. The sprinkler in the city is in the middle of the road, spraying crystal drops in all directions in hot summer. Thick white fog flew into the air, a drop of water fell on the road, and people were walking.

Irritability is diluted by sprinklers, and the roasting of the earth is weakened by sprinklers. Shower is undoubtedly a good medicine against the heat, and its efficacy lasts at least one and a half hours.

The earth is silent and the streets are silent. Ye Er is humid and full of flowers. That's the best reward for sprinklers, but how can a drop in the bucket resist the hot attack? The restless heart is still in July, and the mood in July meets the test of more than 30 degrees.

2) A little cold is falling from the sky.

The clouds on the horizon are getting thicker and thicker, as if the sky is getting very low. Swallows in the air sometimes dive from the air and sometimes hover in mid-air.

A morning breeze blew away the high temperature for many days, and it was a little cold. It came to us with a summer smile. What is rare is that the morning breeze brings a little coolness and floats from the horizon.

The withered flowers seem to understand something. Shake your hungry body and look into the distance. The grass on the roadside greedily sucks the coolness.

It suddenly began to rain continuously in the sky, and the rain weaved in the air into the coolness of summer. The rain kept shuttling through the coolness of the warp and the wetness of the weft, and the warp and weft interlaced to weave beautiful patterns-misty boundless, Penglai fairyland and mirage, which appeared beautifully between heaven and earth. The weather forecast didn't say it would rain, but it did.

In an instant, heaven and earth are integrated. Cold brings a little comfort to this dawn.

The low-flying swallow doesn't know where to hide at this time. The twittering birds disappeared. The rain curtain woven by rain falls from the sky, and it is cold to dissipate heat.

Hungry, flagging flowers, stretching their waists in the rain, smiling. Greedy to absorb the essence of heaven and earth, selflessly kiss the raindrops. The grass greeted the rain with open arms and kissed it crystal clear.

The continuous rain dispelled the fidgety for many days, diluted the annoying high temperature, purified the streets and alleys of the city, and calmed the fragile heart.

Standing at the crossroads, holding up a blue umbrella is like a bunch of blue orchids in a faint empty valley. Soon the bouquet of orchids merged into a colorful garden, and the umbrellas in the streets competed for each other.

In a trace of coolness, the once restless heart was instantly cheerful, and the once closed heart door was opened to happiness, and it was scratched by a pedestrian's umbrella. I apologetically replied: it doesn't matter.

Stepping on the cheerful rhythm, singing the most beautiful ditty between heaven and earth, shuttling through the flowing big garden, enjoying the moisture of rain and dew and tasting the wet sweetness.

A trace of coolness floated down from the horizon, making the rows of poplars on the roadside straighten their backs and put on the clothes of withered flowers, revealing fragrance in the wet. The whole city is full of youth in the rain and cold.

A trace of coolness floated down from the horizon, making the grass on the roadside grow wildly. Let the escort put on his dress and sing in the drizzle.

There is a hint of coolness floating on the horizon, making the thirsty land fly with passion. Wake up the sleeping factors and imagine the summer heart music in the ticking sound.

There is a trace of cold floating in the sky, which makes the flying swallows stop running. At this time, she must hide in the nest built with love and discuss with her lover in a low voice how to teach her children to spread their wings and fly in the lingering rain.

Continuous rain drops continuously, and the sound of ticking seems to be the whisper of dialogue between heaven and earth, and it is also the deep affection of rain to repay the earth. ……

Stand between heaven and earth and listen to the whispers of love. Bathed in the cold, open the window of my heart, my heart is flying!

3) Handmade noodles

As the saying goes, jiaozi lies on his head, and pancakes spread eggs on his feet. I want to eat cold noodles before I arrive in Er Fu, especially at noon.

In the north, especially in the northeast, there is a habit of eating cold noodles in dog days. Whenever the heat is unbearable, I have no appetite. You will think of cold noodles, which are made of water. When you wake up, put them on the chopping board, roll them into thin slices with a rolling pin, and cut them into even strips with a knife. Put it in boiling water and cook it in a pot. Put it in cold water and fish it repeatedly. Finally, the noodles are cool and refreshing, which makes people want to eat this meal. Handmade noodles in restaurants are also very popular now, which are cheap and delicious. But authentic handmade noodles are best made by yourself.

Handmade noodles are actually very simple, that is, mix the noodles with cold water and put them aside to sober up. Here, we have prepared the ingredients for making brine. We like to eat minced meat sauce from Zhajiang Noodles, and we like to eat noodles. We can choose seasonal vegetables according to our hobbies, cut them into pieces and put them in boiling soup, and then thicken them with starch.

I like to stir-fry vegetables with minced meat or with a little shredded pork. I like the refreshing feeling, so I basically don't eat noodles with gravy and Zhajiang Noodles. It feels good to try it once in a while.

I want to eat noodles today, so I will make up noodles in the afternoon. Put your awake face on the chopping board at night. Roll it into oval thin slices with a rolling pin, then fold it in half several times and start cutting noodles. When cutting noodles, it is obvious that the standard width of noodles is the same as the thickness of rolled sheets. Shake off the cut noodles and gently rub them up and down with your hands. The square section just cut becomes a round section, and the toughness of the noodles is there.

I like noodles made of water and flour, which are neither soft nor hard. If you like hard noodles, you can use eggs and. Generally, one egg is added to each person, and the noodles are mixed and rolled into noodles. This method is not strong.

In fact, what I said is so lively, my cooking is very general, and I like to eat noodles rolled by my mother. I have learned the skill of kneading dough by the knife maker many times, but I have never learned it. The noodles I made are ok for me and my friends.

I remember when I was a child, I liked to eat cold noodles cooked by my mother. Whenever summer comes and I am too lazy to eat in the biting summer, my mother will give me a surprise. When I trudged through dozens of steps and pushed open the door, the cold face on the dining table dispelled the lazy cells all over my body, and the whole person cheered at once.

Food is the most important thing for the people. I am an ordinary person. I like noodles. I like those cold noodles.

Today's dinner is noodles. I shredded pork, peeled an eggplant and cut it into filaments. Then turn on the gas and put the oil and chopped green onion in the big spoon. When the oil temperature reaches 70-80 degrees, first put the shredded pork into the pot, stir-fry a few times, and then add the shredded eggplant. Continue to stir fry, then add salt and monosodium glutamate and stir fry a few times.

Then I rolled noodles, three times five divided by two, my noodles rolled noodles, and the water in the pot boiled. Roll the noodles in boiling water a few times and the noodles will be cooked. Remove the noodles with a sieve and put them in cold water. A few times, cold noodles will be served.

Take a bite of cold noodles, cool and refreshing. A restless heart is refreshing.

4) Summer-30% discount

Standing in front of my father's grave

Father was buried for a hundred days. It is an old saying of China: "Sleep in the ground"! The weather forecast for day100th says there will be light rain, so the scheduled date cannot be changed. I hardly slept on the eve of burial. I'm really worried that it will rain in the morning.

Experienced people said, "It rained on the day of burial, which is wonderful and beyond human reach." Although it is excellent, I don't want it to rain when I am buried.

The constant prayer in my heart may have touched the sky sincerely! It's just cloudy, and it's not raining.

This is a false alarm. I'm still scared to come back and taste it now! In fact, it was always gloomy and watery that morning, and it was still raining lightly on the way to the cemetery. The clouds in the cemetery are getting thinner and thinner. When the wind blows, the rain leaves us.

Pushing up the new soil, it exudes the fragrance of the soil, where my father was buried.

Standing in front of my father's grave, staring at the inscription with my father's name on it. Only then did I fully realize that my father had left me.

Before, I was puzzled that my father was not in the city, holding wet loess, where my father belonged.

Iron threshold, earth steamed bread, no one can stop who can't pass.

Standing in front of my father's grave, staring at the pushed loess. My father's eyes seemed to meet me through the clouds. That kind face, that kind smile, makes me warm and makes me not lonely.

In my impression, my father is mild-tempered, just the opposite of my mother. The mother is strict and the father is amiable. I chatted with my father's old friend that day, only to know that my father is a man with a temper. As the saying goes, "a good job has no good temper." But my father has a temper and won't lose his temper. He is only strict with people who play around and pretend to understand. In my life, I feel that I am easy-going, and I will help anyone who has difficulties. The apprentice was afraid that his daughter-in-law would come and felt that he was easy to talk to.

Standing in front of my father's grave, smelling the wet smell of the soil. An inexplicable stabbing pain made my eyes moist. There is no trace of him in this world, and there is no trace of him in this land.

I just want to see my father in my dream.

My father's cemetery is located in a beautiful place, with faint green hills in the distance, such as Dai trees, and endless plains. Overlooking is a hometown ink painting.

Everyone who has been there says that my father went to a good place. Mr. Feng Shui said this is an ideal home.

Standing in front of my father's grave, feeling, life? What is life? What is a complete and happy life?

How can I live up to my father's expectations and comfort him?

Living well and happily is a good reward for him and the greatest filial piety in life!

The first of the three hottest periods in hot summer, which lasts for ten days.

As the saying goes, jiaozi lies on his head, and pancakes spread eggs on his feet.

It's sultry in Shenyang today, which makes people breathless.

The sultry weather makes people fidget. But that didn't stop the chopping board from chopping meat. Every family has to eat jiaozi in the evening, which is no less than the Spring Festival.

Nowadays, the price of meat is rising. The pork in Shenyang morning market is already 16 yuan a catty. In the past, people walked around the meat stalls. Today, the meat stall is crowded. Who cares how much a catty of pork is?

The poor inherit the wind, and most of them are elderly people who carry pork and vegetables. Their children will go home tonight, and they will use jiaozi to popularize China culture from the beginning today.

When I was a child, I didn't understand and didn't agree with eating jiaozi on a hot day. Every time my mother arranges jiaozi, she is full of anger. At the beginning of that year, when the hot jiaozi was served on the table, I looked at my father and wanted to know what was delicious.

Jiaozi is often bought at home, and when people come to send her, she will be accompanied by jiaozi. jiaozi, the mother, is also well-known. Later, my father told me that my mother bought him jiaozi, and he didn't feel full after eating jiaozi.

Suddenly realized, the tacit understanding between parents. Does mom know what dad likes to eat? Father also knows what mother likes.

Unfortunately, I never gave my dad a pack of jiaozi, because my mom's jiaozi didn't teach me. Mother doesn't like my help with housework, and Bao Jiaozi won't let me do it.

When I am lazy, I feel happier. Leisure and happiness.

Now that my father is gone, I regret not being able to cook him a meal in jiaozi.

The weather was sultry in the early days. People are lazy, listening to the chopping sound of other people's chopping boards, thinking about mom and dad's jiaozi.

I also follow the traditional methods of mixing dough, stuffing and making jiaozi.

How I want to: Serve a steaming plate of jiaozi in my dream to pay tribute to my father!

Please don't criticize your father, please don't dislike him, and please let him experience the fledgling creature.

Night rain

At first it was raining, and at last it was raining. As the saying goes.

The lying creature is sweating all over! I feel much cooler after sweating.

God, it's as dark as ink. I can't see my fingers, and the rumble of thunder makes the car alarm come and go.

Homecoming birds are chirping and young trees are swaying in the wind. According to my experience, it's cloudy online in shanghai dawn.

Whose children are still playing? Mother's call was earth-shattering.

After a noise, it rained heavily. Close the window and turn off all the lights.

Lightning flashed and the world became bright.

Listen to the rain, listen to the rain at the first night.

Raindrops crackled on the ground like beans and knocked on the window. Roaring in my heart, shaking my inner corner.

Close your eyes, my world is raining. In a rainy world, let your thoughts fly.

Urgent raindrops, as big as soybeans, pushed and landed on the ground. The rain sounds like nature, as if heaven and earth are playing a symphony!

At the moment, my world is quiet, and my heart rises and falls with the raindrops. The crisp and melodious sound is like pearls, large and small, pouring on a plate of jade, and the torrent gathered on the ground is like the vast grassland in Ma Benteng!

Close your eyes and listen to the first heavy rain since summer.

In the dim light, I met my father in a beautiful place. He praised my jiaozi: thin skin and big stuffing. He also said that shine on you is superior to blue in technology.

As for the technique of dough mixing, I didn't dare to ask my father or say anything. Because it is my father's duty to mix and sink, and mixing noodles is my mother's housekeeping skill.

Sitting on the floor with my father, talking about everything Talking about the first rain, my father said: As long as there is enough rainfall, this black land in Northeast China is a bumper year.

Born in the city, my affection for rain is just a pearl curtain pulled down from the sky, and my longing for rain can only make the sultry air fresh.

I didn't expect a bumper harvest in a year! The agricultural harvest seems to have nothing to do with me.

A burst of thunder woke me up from the darkness. The grass disappeared, and my father's kind smile disappeared before my eyes. I am angry at the untimely thunder, and I regret the short acquaintance with my father.

It's still raining, thunder is roaring, and lightning cuts through the night sky.

I closed my eyes and wanted my father to dream again. On the contrary, I stayed up all night.

5) A day and a night of heavy rain

In the afternoon, about two o'clock. There are more and more clouds on the horizon. Just now, the clouds were light gray, and now they are black. Dark clouds are crushing the city and a storm is coming.

Pedestrians in the street hurried home, the low-flying swallows stopped preying, the small trees in front of the window swayed with the wind, and the homing birds stopped singing. At this moment, only the wind is roaring between heaven and earth, as if it were the last cry for high temperature.

At the moment, the sun was driven away by dark clouds. The sky is as dark as night. The wind blew sadly, shouting like a declaration of war at high temperature.

Wind and rain, rain curtain quickly slipped from the horizon to the ground. A heavy rain pounded the heavens and the earth sadly, confused and chaotic, and a curtain of rain seemed to isolate the city from the earth.

Standing at the window and watching the rain hit the glass window, there is a cool breath in the air in an instant. Just now, the sultry humidity was replaced by natural oxygen bar, and the coolness came with the rainstorm.

Looking at the rain, raindrops were smashed into powder at close range like beans on the windowsill. Looking at the rain, a curtain of rain collided in the air, splashing white fog. Listening to the rain, the crisp rain crackled and exploded.

Simply, nest in the corner, close your eyes and think nothing, and enter the rainy world. The sound of rain, like the solo of heaven and earth, is so strong that no sound can be mixed in.

The crackling sound of beans sounds like Marek Pentium. The surging song is like a symphony of heaven and earth. Rain drops on the windowsill, like pearls of all sizes pouring onto a plate of jade. The wind is tight and the rain is urgent. Such as pipa, intoxicating.

Listening to the rain, I suddenly recognized the voice of metaphysics. Raindrops are like a lullaby sung by my mother, and I am sleepy in her lullaby. In a trance, I snuggled up to my mother like a baby and listened to her sing. Fall asleep gradually ...

Sleeping under a rain curtain, I fell asleep. In my sleep, I saw myself shuttling through the streets in my water boots, laughing and fighting with my friends. I don't care if my trouser legs are wet. Mom called home and pretended not to hear, and her hair was wet by the rain and stuck to her forehead, regardless. Walking in the world in the rain, roaming in the kiss of raindrops.

Suddenly, I became smaller and lay on my mother's back. That year, it rained heavily for several days and nights in the mountain city, and the river spouted and turned muddy waves in the flow. All the people in the street gathered on the river bank to watch the river rise.

Mom, she didn't see how the river rose, but continued to bake cakes in the kitchen. She may subconsciously want to deliver water. Now is not the time to watch the fun. Preparing food for yourself and your family is the best policy.

Lie on your mother's back and feel the flame. It's July without oxygen, and I'm hiding in the kitchen and suffering from fire. At this time, the neighbor knocked on the window and called to her mother, stop baking cakes, and the water was about to overflow the dam.

"That's good. Let's go at once. " Mother answered, while continuing to bake the last cake.

"No, the water has landed." In people's exclamations, mother ran out of the door with a piece of cake on her back.

There are more pedestrians in the street, and people are running around like headless flies. Some people were washed away by the river, and some people cried for their parents. Mom didn't look back and walked all the way up. The muddy river chased my mother's feet all the way. Because the terrain is getting higher and higher, Mud River finally got discouraged, stopped tracking, and let mom go.

When my mother stood on the high mountain and looked back at home, the home had disappeared and was covered by a piece of Wang Yang. White is so dazzling at night, as bright as a sharp sword.

A sudden thunder woke me up from my dream. I came to the window, and under the dim light of night, I clearly saw Wang Yang outside the window. At night, it is also white, like a sharp sword.

Check online, pull up the yellow warning tonight and enter the first level of combat readiness. But I went back to bed with peace of mind and continued to sleep in the lullaby of heaven and earth.

I was awakened by the sound of raindrops in the morning, rubbing my sleepy eyes and looking out of the window. The world outside the window is white, and the scenery outside the window is embedded in the rain curtain.

I suddenly feel so happy. I went to sleep with a rain curtain at night and was awakened by the sound of rain hitting the window lattice in the morning. I cherish this happiness and go back to bed to continue my dream in the rain.

It rained until one day and one night, and finally I got tired and retired in the middle of the night.

The coolness brought by the rainstorm did not end with the departure of raindrops. But now, on a rainy night in July. This night is a good mood moment in July. We knock on the door of gratitude for the rainstorm with our hearts, thanking the rainstorm for driving away the burning summer heat, which is also a gift from nature.