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蝉一遍一遍地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。金色的汁液从风的唇边滑落,滴在老农的脸上,禾苗在老农的笑声中飞快成长。七月的黄昏,被一群一群的蜻蜓无休止地纠缠着,显得很疲惫,很无奈。但心满意足的感觉,让七月的黄昏淡定了许多。
Cicadas to recite the fate of the season went over and over again. 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 juice slipped from the wind’s lips, dripping on the farmer’s face, seedlings grow rapidly in the laughter of the farmer. Twilight in July, by a group of dragonflies endlessly entangled, looked very tired, very helpless. But the feeling of contentment, calm the dusk in July many.