With a touch of leisure, accompanied by the fragrance of flowers all the way, we walked through midsummer June, with the richness of June, with the memory of the car show, and facing the wind of midsummer, we met to walk into the burning July, into the solstice of July Enthusiasm

With a touch of leisure, accompanied by the fragrance of flowers all the way, we walked through midsummer June, with the richness of June, with the memory of the car show, facing the wind of midsummer, we met to walk into the burning July, into July. The enthusiasm of the month, the intensity of July, the joy of July.

In June, there are ten years of sharpening the sword and three years of life; in June, there are the figures of young students struggling; in June, there are memories of wheat and yellow flowers; in June, there is also the haze of the once fierce epidemic gradually fading away. , work and markets have resumed, traffic is normal, fireworks and popularity linger in the lively summer nights, welcoming the turbulent July.

Walking into July, walking into midsummer, walking into the dog days, walking into the romance of July, you also walked into the green ocean and the beautiful scenery. The city is green, green is in the city; the sky is blue and the clouds are white, and even the dark green crops are stretching their muscles and bones, singing at the top of their lungs, growing jointly, and the harvest that is about to come will spread out the golden color all over the field of vision.

Carrying a wisp of breeze and clouds, touching a wisp of thoughts, igniting a touch of pastoral poetry, quietly and gently blending into a charming heart, so graceful, so much mood, so peaceful, like white clouds embellishment, seven In the months of time, there are my footsteps and yours. I love you more and cherish you more.

Entering July, embrace the midsummer, sit by the lake to enjoy the cool air, play and sing, drive away the heat and welcome the coolness. Leaning against the railing of the bridge, I set up the easel, opened the lotus and drew it on the end of the paper, and it filled my heart. The wind in the lotus pond is warm, just like the moonlight in the lotus pond. Under the moonlight, a small boat is roaming on the lake, sometimes passing by with the wind, or walking with colorful lotus flowers, without asking about each other, the way forward or the way back. The moonlight shook me awake, and the flute played melodiously.

Entering July, the sky is getting late, and I think of the poem about feeling unwell towards the evening and driving to Guyuan. Sleepless at night, the night is full of stars, full of affection, leaning against the building and looking at the moon, so lonely that I can't sleep. Looking forward to the rain falling in my heart, the wind falling in my eyebrows, and my heart rippling. Suddenly, "I asked about the return date, but the night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond. Why should we cut the candles from the west window together and talk about the night rain in Bashan."

The wind in July is gentle, the clouds in July are elegant, and the sunshine in July is like fire. The rain in July is affectionate. Time goes by, and my thoughts linger for a long time. In July, the love is stronger and the intention is more intense. The summer wind welcomes colorful colors, and the summer sun has an extra splendor. The years move forward, through June, into July, into the lush forest, into the brilliant flower stream, into the fragrant lotus pond, into the fiery red you.

Taste life and realize the true meaning. Look at the flowing water, dip it in a touch of color, embed a piece of text, describe the scenery, you are there in July, and I am there in July, moisturizing things silently, recording life with the lens, using words to reflect the inner words, the mind is calm and natural, and elegance comes naturally. Remember this midsummer and this burning July.