Night reading 丨 Summer is an art

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Spring kicked a few feet and walked away, just coming to summer. Summer is the art, and you can empty your mind.

In the summer, he shook his arms and started painting with the enthusiasm of fire. The sun is a pen, the earth is paper, and the hotness is a great pot of pigment. Xia is a genius painter. This big painter is full of color, the mangosteen is dazzling, the stream has become a silver belt, and the green mountains emerge from the bones of an ancient woman to describe the eyebrows. What about tomatoes? The small balls of the falling branches were applied to the proud red face. The appearance of more likely people, the stamina that grew strong on the ground than the shoulders, was woven by a golden silk, and became a bright Jinhai. Uncle's face of the peasant is also a loyal painter, showing the same pleasant color.

Starting the stage of nature in summer, flowing the enthusiasm of life with charming performances. In the summer, the innocent performer suddenly opened the curtain, and the performers came to the stage one by one. On the green grass beach, a gust of wind blows, and the waves are layered. The red and purple little grass flowers shook around on the stage of Bilang, and danced a beautiful skirt. Butterflies are made of natural powder. The appearance is bright and beautiful, the flower branches are exhibiting, and the thoughts are dancing in the sea of ​​flowers. Xia Chan practiced a good voice. It is indeed a singer. His high -pitched chorus can raise the sky. On the natural night platform of Xia, the farmers' rap performances were flowing.

Summer is hot, and it becomes a poet in the summer. In summer, rice and soybeans are the most beautiful poems. The poetic feelings are full of overflowing. Walking in the enthusiastic season, rice and soybean poems are strong and long. Cotton, corn and rice, soybeans are the same poem, as well as crazy pumpkins, green pomegranates living on the branches, pea seedlings tipped with loess ... One head, a passion for poetry, The end of the poetry line is enough to go to the endless sky. When you walk around in the summer, you can pick up a series of poems. Glutter began a big horn, a poem. The burning red dragonfly flew around in summer, and it was a passional poem. The old grandma who was cool in the dense green shade was a pastoral poem. A group of baby bullies on pastoral beaches is a philosophical poem.

Summer, practical talents, and dedication, is a omnipotent art genius. Xiaohe lives endlessly, the green mountains are youthful, the mountains and streams can't take the footsteps. Looking at it again, the crowds of people were eye -catching on the beach, a group of white sea seagulls flying, and the rolling waves of the sea and the good words of the beautiful girl handsome men, and the letter was given to the blue sky. In summer, the silence is magical into bones, and the dull art becomes fresh, and the sparsely dwarf fences are woven into a beautiful home where flowers are surrounded by flowers. Put the seeds of spring into the pocket and quietly hatch the hopes of life with hot feelings.

Compared with spring, summer is much more enthusiastic. Spring is a tender baby with crystal eyes, looking at the Spring Sky Yunjin on the green grass slope. Xia is the burning furnace of the furnace. Summer is the art of the door. Whoever dominates this art will live out.

Source: Excerpt from "Chutian Metropolis Daily" July 21, 2022 A13 version of poetry beauty authors

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