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It's really hot and the sun is dazzling, so I can't help it. I must stay indoors all day and be a good boy. Unexpectedly, being a good baby is not so easy. No, the power is out! So the office began to heat up gradually, meaning "steamer". Originally closed doors and windows were opened by fans in desperation, just to collect some so-called "tricks". It's just the poor noisy wind, not to mention the lack of air pressure, which is really good enough for the baby. No, it can't go on like this. We have to do something. We must fight the heat to the end ... so the office held an emergency meeting to recruit swimmers from all sides and gathered at the Fuchun River at 6 pm to prove our determination to resist the Japanese war. As for group activities, of course I am the number one activist, but I am a landlubber. This time, I can only sigh, I am very excited, but my heart is straight. It happened that someone asked: With such a large group of compatriots and sisters in the water, who will defend our property? Besides, how good would it be to have a handsome boy or a beautiful woman on the phone in a hurry and miss the big event by herself? This is also a thing. Check-unconsciously, all eyes turned to me, charming, dull, fierce, or with a little warmth of winter sunshine. How can I bear to disappoint these brothers and sisters who trust me so much! What reason do I have to refuse the glorious task entrusted to me by the organization? So with great enthusiasm, in this hot afternoon, we marched in the city in colorful clothes and came to our beautiful Fuchun River to relive the coolness of our childhood. They had a good time, but I just held my chin up. A man is guarding a lot of clothes and a bundle of modern communication equipment, but he has no money to buy me popsicles. A whole group of misers, huh! Looking at the ripples on the river, I was quite excited just now and slowly calmed down. Watching the beautiful sunset fall on Fuchun River, I recalled the good times many years ago, the accident that made me a landlubber ... It was the first grade of primary school, and it was quite hot that summer. Teachers try their best to prevent children from having accidents. Finally, the class teacher gave an order that a good boy should not go swimming in the stream alone. At that time, we could still be obedient, (otherwise, we would just do something behind the teacher's back, hehe! )。 I remember coming home from school that day, because it was too hot, I wanted my mother to give me a bath, but my mother thought I was bored and asked me to go to the stream to wash. "But if the teacher doesn't let me, I will be criticized by the teacher." I have always been a good student, and I can't ruin my good image. So my mother patiently did my ideological work, saying that the teacher was joking with you, and my father went to the stream to find you as soon as he got off work, and I was persuaded. In fact, to be honest, I am eager to play in the water, but I am afraid of the teacher's trust in me and have never dared to indulge. This time, it's great. I have a mother to support me. Who's afraid of who? Ha ha! I'm glad) little demon Jiro, carrying that schoolbag to school, is not afraid of the sun or the storm, and is afraid that my husband will scold me for being lazy, ignorant and ashamed to meet my parents ... At the end of the semester, a good student like me was naturally rated as a "three-good student". I was so happy when I received the award. Don't mention it. I still remember that the hero's pen in my hand was sweaty and dizzy with joy. I think time will be fixed in the happiness of my big mouth and small eyes. At this moment, Huayu, who was also rated as a three-good student, suddenly raised her just hand: the teacher, the drunken classmate and the white-shelled classmate didn't listen to the teacher and went swimming in the stream alone. That's great. Before she could relax the muscles on her cheeks, all the prizes and certificates were confiscated by the teacher. In front of all the teachers and students, she was so cruel. That's great, stupid, completely stupid. All I can think about is the sound of bees. I can't tell you how you feel. It's all my mother's fault. I said I couldn't go, and she insisted on me, which wronged me ... One thing really puzzled me and I still can't figure it out. Why wasn't I excited about the classmate who told on Huayu? I have no grudge against her, but now I have become best friends. I want to know! Don't understand! Having said that, I think everyone should understand why I am a landlubber. At that time, it was really hard to say that I was upset. I went home and had a big fight with my mother. Finally, I settled the matter on the condition that my father bought me a colored bead necklace. When I grow up, I am busy studying or working, so I seldom have the opportunity to go swimming. I envy watching those people who are my brothers flopping about in the water. Hey hey! I don't believe in that evil, I'll show you some fluttering -4 ................................................. is a tense, warm and urgent melody that permeates the whole summer. As if a pot of cold water on the stove was bubbling and finally boiling, the fine sandy grass on the hillside gradually grew into thick hair, and the faint smoke on the forest belt also condensed into a long black wall. It is rare to see butterflies dancing, but it annoys cicadas. There is a long sound between the submerged leaves. The fiery red sun is baking a golden land, the wheat waves are rolling, beating the distant mountains, and the clouds in the sky are beating the cars on the highway, like waves rushing to the ships. Gold dominates everything in the world, and hot air floats across the fields, blowing ripe wheat fragrance. After half a year's savings, the spirit of spring has become a majestic trend, rolling in the fields and rising between heaven and earth. Summer has arrived. The color of summer is golden. From the perspective of painting, this makes sense. The color of spring is cool and green, such as blue waves and tender bamboo, full of hope; The color of autumn is fiery red, such as sunset glow and red leaves, which indicates the extreme of things. In summer, between spring and autumn, there is naturally this neutral yellow? The harvest is there, and the hope is not exhausted. This is a peak season to connect the past and the future and live alternately. You see, wheat has just been cut, cotton seedlings with seven or eight green leaves in the field, sorghum corn with megaphones in the air, and melon seedlings crawling on the ground all show great vitality in generate. At this time, they didn't last long in the spring breeze and light rain, but under the transpiration of the hot summer, they flourished and made a final sprint at the end of Xiang Qiu. The melody of summer is tense, and every nerve of people is tense. Looking at the farmers waving sickles in the field, they bent down and sweated like rain, thinking about cutting quickly, cutting quickly; Here comes the wheat, thinking about playing, playing. It is hard enough for them to get up early and go to bed late. They have to listen to the window paper when they wake up in the middle of the night, but the wind is very strong. Looking out of the window, the sky is overcast. When the wheat harvest is finished, it's time to breathe a sigh of relief. We should water the autumn seedlings at once. "Tian Jia has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May", with summer and autumn on his shoulders. Regrettably, scholars of past dynasties have written many spring flowers and autumn moons, but there are few shadows of summer. Probably, spring is dissolved and full of eyes; In summer, I am always immersed in bitter sweat. Leisure people naturally don't like this tense melody. I want to loudly praise this golden summer between spring and autumn. Summer is also good weather.