Summer vacation is coming, and we all miss that neat desk more or less. Despite more nostalgia, the thread in the teacher's hand was hastily loosened, and we flew to my dream place like colorful hydrogen balloons.
The morning of summer vacation seems more beautiful and poetic than before. There are white clouds floating in the boundless blue sky, just like saussurea involucrata blooming on the flawless Hada. The breeze blows, put on the veil until it swings in the sky. I woke up early, and my eyes were not sleepy or hazy because of the drunken influence of this holiday. Open the piano box and play a D key, and the summer melody will play in your heart. They are quietly reminding us that a new day has arrived.
Put down your violin and make a cup of light tea. When you are intoxicated, take a sip of fragrant tea, enjoy the ordinary and verve scenery outside the window, and listen to the classical and quaint charm, which is familiar for a long time. It's no exaggeration to get up late during leisure holidays. My mother, who had been busy all day, was lying in bed tired, with no snoring in her throat, but her face smiled like a flower.
On the morning of the first day of the holiday, in the eyes of office workers, we are still nervous and busy, but in the eyes of our restless children, we are relaxed and happy. The weather is extremely hot and dry, and even the carefree fish sisters are swimming in the steaming river. I can't stay! I can't stay! Brother cicada was sweating with pain and moaning. However, even if the weather is hot, we still play "fruit pie" in the shade. "Jackfruit", "cherry tomato", "kiwi fruit", "blueberry" and "peach" go their separate ways, which makes the villain "little watermelon" very embarrassed. I saw him wearing a green vest, cropped trousers and patent leather sandals, with dark skin and a slightly fat figure, like a cute little raccoon that escaped from its clutches. Everyone shouted the name of their fruit together and stopped at the same place, but the watermelon stood there panting. After a long time, he finally asked, "What if the earth explodes?" "Don't run!" "What should I do?" "Run!" Everyone is scrambling. When the little watermelon saw the peach running slowly, it ran after the peach. When it is tired, it sows peaches to catch blueberries. Finally, the "small watermelon" particles were not harvested, so they were eliminated.
A good morning time left in a hurry, just as it came quietly, only taking away a cloud, not joy. At this time, the glory of the sunset added a touch of color to the sky, and a dazzling red light began to appear, shining on an old phoenix tree. After dinner, I got up and walked to the park not far from home. Some young women are talking and laughing loudly because they are sitting on stools in kiosks. The healthy old man is running in black and gray sportswear. Some women and men are ballroom dancing in the wide square, and the children are chasing and playing. On the horizon in the distance, a touch of sunset is gradually sinking, and the lights will make the whole world resplendent.
Dream vacation, wonderful music.