Drops

People often think of spring drops but few think of summer drops - clear drops that slowly flow and blend with the sun, wind and vast space of the sky and earth, creating a colorful summer.

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People often think of spring drops but few think of summer drops - clear drops that slowly flow and blend with the sun, wind and the vast space of the sky and earth, creating a colorful summer. My heart is always moved when I think of summer drops. At that time, my loved ones quietly rush back. I accept and slowly enjoy every moment that nature bestows upon me the dreamy summer drops.

The summer drops in me are the bright yellow rays of sunlight, sparkling on the treetops, the green leaves. The rays of sunlight play happily with the singing birds and all creatures. The summer sun is so golden, drying the rice fields, the roads are covered with fragrant straw. The sunlight sparkles on the yellow hair of the poor country children, burning a hard childhood. The sunlight rolls bustlingly on the rice grains, sesame seeds and the first dry peanuts of the season.

Summer sunshine is always beautiful to me, even though sometimes it is harsh and uncomfortable. But you and I will forget that feeling immediately if we think of the cold winter days and the long, rainy autumn days. I remember a pure childhood accompanied by summer sunshine, sitting under the old star fruit tree watching the beautiful purple flower clusters bloom. Summer sunshine penetrates through the leaves and then penetrates straight into the fragile flower petals. I saw a cicada molting yesterday, the sunlight shining through like a prism full of mystery and color. The picture of the countryside with summer sunshine seems to be sketched into a masterpiece by a talented artist.

I remember the windy dike of my hometown, the drops of sunlight landing on the white paper kite of students swaying with so many childhood dreams. The sunlight shines into every eye, every smile and blends with the nursery rhyme we hum. The crystal clear drops of sunlight, reflecting themselves on my childhood with so much innocence. There is the giggling of a friend when his kite string breaks. There is the choking sob when the blue sky is full of sunshine and the kite can no longer return to its owner.

The summer drops in me are cool breezes. The breezes blow all summer from the windy fields, the green grassy dikes to the cornfields with white flowers blooming. I feel like a wing of wind flying in the air, swooping down to the cornfields with elegant, gentle fragrance. The wind shimmers on the cool, clear river surface where the children are swimming. Look! It seems like the wind is also playing with me. The wind giggles and sings a summer song, echoing with the mournful music of the cicadas. The wind blows the strands of cloud hair, the bicycle basket is full of royal poinciana flowers, we naughty school children steal them to give to each other.

Summer drops in my eyes are also cool showers. The dance of the rain pattering on the yard is the sweetest moment that every village child remembers and loves in their childhood. Summer showers in the eyes of those who love rain are the cool rain that nature bestows on earthenware jars, and every summer afternoon, they scoop up delicious water with coconut shells. The showers come so quickly but also leave in a moment. And the echoes they leave behind are so wonderful and meaningful. The raindrops sink into the soil, the green trees absorb water from their roots, and the leaves sway in gratitude.

Summer drops are also drops of memories of the seasons of farewell to senior students. I quickly hid the purple Lagerstroemia branch behind my back and hesitantly gave it to you as a farewell. The innocent student years seemed to last forever, but in the end, we had to say goodbye. Every summer, the drops of memories rolled in the tears, and memories flooded back. You and I wanted to sing the song "Wishing for Old Memories" to return to the beautiful student days.

Summer is in full swing. The drops of summer are still flowing secretly in every corner, adding to a new season full of aspirations, growth, and abundance. The drops of summer fill up memories, nostalgia, and every moment. Every summer, I feel like I am immersed in countless shimmering, sparkling drops of summer,.../.

Ngoc Linh

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