夏天到了,烈日炎炎,所有的事物都笼罩在烈日的火焰下。风吹来了,吹散了些许炎热,使人们得到了短暂的舒适。我和小伙伴们仍在田间穿梭,四处玩耍着,一点也不怕那骄阳。坐在小溪边,把小脚丫伸进溪水中,听那“哗哗”的流水声,看那风吹过时水面上荡起的涟漪。扒开芦苇丛,钻进绿荫中,谨慎地看着远方,突然看见大树后面的人,马上不出声,把自己藏得更深,风吹过,掩盖了窸窸窣窣的声音,他并没有 Summer is coming, and the sun is scorching, all things are shrouded in the flames of the hot sun. The wind is blowing, blowing a little hot, so that people have been short-lived comfort. My friends and I are still in the field shuttle, playing around, not afraid of that sun. Sitting in the stream, the little feet into the brook water, listen to that “rushing ” water sound, see the wind ripples on the water surface. Preemptive reeds, drilling into the shade, carefully watching the distance, suddenly saw the tree behind the people, immediately without a sound, to hide themselves deeper, the wind blew over the cover of the voice of grief, his not at all