一蝉一遍一遍的背诵远去季节的嘱托。七月,用汗流浃背证明着自己。成熟从这里起步。蝉鸣的远端,想象着的秋天,正向我们一步步靠近。七月的风,在乡村上空盘旋,火热被风感染。金色的液汁从风的唇边滑落,滴在老农的脸上,禾苗在老农的笑声中飞快的成长。二七月的黄昏,被一群一群的蜻蜓无休止的纠缠着,显得很疲惫,很无柰。但心满意足的感觉,让七月的黄昏淡定了许多。 A cicadas recited over and over again to the seasons. July, sweating with self-evident. Mature start from here. Cicadas remote, imagined the fall, is approaching us step by step. July’s wind, circled over the countryside, the hot wind infection. Golden liquid juice slipped from the wind’s lips, drops in the farmer’s face, seedlings in the laughter of farmers grow rapidly. Twilight in the evening of July, was surrounded by a group of dragonflies endlessly, looked very tired, very frivolous. But the feeling of contentment, calm the dusk in July many.