村夏是繁茂的。牛衣古柳卖黄瓜,牛衣还晾在竹篙上,古柳依然青翠,不过,那说的是初夏。现在已是仲夏,站在我家门前望去,到处一片绿。这种说法,未免过于笼统,仔细去看,那绿,也能分出好多层次来。山上多杂树,新叶从树冠上生出,要覆盖住那些老叶,老叶就是老叶,新叶就是新叶,形成多么鲜明的对比。一阵风吹过,田畈上的稻苗、豆叶,翻了过来,露出它们浅色的背面。仿佛那是隐秘的,不愿让人看见,风一过,很快又把那背面掩藏起 Village summer is luxuriant. Cattle ancient gulls to sell cucumbers, cattle clothes are also hanging on the bamboo shoots, the ancient willow is still green, but that is the early summer. It is now midsummer, standing in front of my house looking around, a green everywhere. This argument is too general, look carefully, then green, but also can be divided into many levels. Miscellaneous trees in the mountains, new leaves from the canopy born to cover those old leaves, the old leaves is the old leaves, the new leaves is the new leaves, the formation of what a sharp contrast. A gust of wind blew over the fields of rice seedlings, beans, rolled over to reveal their light-colored back. As if that is hidden, do not want people to see, the wind passed, and soon put the back hidden