Sun in September is particularly bright. It can be seen that the mountains are bright, the trees are clear, and people seem spiritual and clean. The water in the river seemed to have no impurities, so clear that you could see the gravel at the bottom of the water. Although the majesty of the sun has weakened, it is not very obvious, and it is still hot and bathes the earth. After harvesting rice, there is a little straw left. When you walk through the fields in the sun, you can hear the soft crisp sounds here and there, one crisp sound after another, like setting off a children's firecracker.
Dragonflies come out in groups to play in the sunny September. On the weekend, the children cut a golden bamboo , bent the bamboo tips into a circle, came under the eaves, or in front of the pomegranate tree in the yard, stretched out the circle, and gently pounced, and the entire circle was trapped by spider silk webs. Then a few children made an appointment, came to the lotus pond, and came to the fields. Yellow dragonflies and red dragonflies flew over with their wings, and the children's circles rushed over quickly. A dragonfly was captured, and another dragonfly was captured...
The silt in the rice fields had not been completely dried by the sun, and live marsh beans. It was sunny and it was time to sow broad beans. The young mother brought a basket of bean seeds and served some on a plate. The little girl was playing with her mother, and a string of light or heavy feet were printed in the mud. The mother squatted and planted beans, and the little girl also planted beans; the mother stood up and went to the ridge of the field to drink water, and the little girl also followed her to drink water.
However, after all, late autumn, geese fly south, and there is a clear frost sky. When I woke up in the morning, the tile was tide, as if it was frost marks. Although there is no wind, the coldness can still be felt; at noon, the sun is particularly bright and still hot. At night, it was already the scene described by Bai Juyi : "A set sun spreads into the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red. It's a pity that the night of the third day of the September lunar month, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow." This is the 9th html March .
