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Summer's Generosity and Mystery |
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As late spring turned into summer, the heat began to surge, unabashedly
assaulting people's senses. Accustomed to the gentle touch of spring, they
now felt the passionate pounding of summer.
Finally, the oppressive atmosphere was shattered, replaced by an
irresistible fervor. Even before the time was ripe, summer came charging in
with great gusto, making hearts race and pound. Unable to contain
themselves, people shed their long sweaters and donned cooler clothes. And
summer laughed aloud in the sky.
This passion was also stirred in plants. Summer is generous, offering
sunshine and dew without reserve. As it walked through the forest, the
leaves were lush and the branches sturdy. Through flower beds, blossoms
competed for attention, brimming with life. And over the fields, the
fragrance of wheat filled the air, bringing joy to farmers. Summer saw all
this, and rejoiced in every corner.
Although summer days were lively, summer nights were quiet. It transformed
from a gallant hero into a gentle and virtuous woman. Like a beautiful and
affectionate maiden, it soothed the hearts of its lovers. And like a loving
mother, it lulled its children to sleep. The summer night was expansive, yet
always shrouded in mystery. There were many bright stars in the sky,
playfully winking in the arms of summer night. A harmonious picture emerged,
and summer smiled mysteriously.
When you bask in the sunshine, remember that it is summer's generous gift.
When you wear cool clothes and stroll through the market, remember that it
is summer's soaring passion. And when you frolic among flowers with your
companion, or confide under the moonlight, remember that you are all
summer's children. When summer departs, do not be sad, for it will return
soon, bringing new experiences. |
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