The Most Beautiful as Summer

When I wake up in the early morning of summer, the fog is slowly falling, and I feel like I am in a milk bath. I close my eyes, and a little bit of freshness penetrates into my skin. I open my eyes and see the green rice fields, take a deep breath, and smell the fresh green grass. When the sun slowly rises, it is like a scene of prosperous fireworks in the world. Men are weeding and cultivating fruits and vegetables in the fields, women are washing clothes by the stream, children are playing marbles in the open space, and old people are weaving baskets. This is the case in every household, with wisps of cooking smoke on the roof. There are always some unforgettable memories in everyone's heart, which have always been tangled in your heart and exist in your subconscious. Many years later, on the day when the maple leaves fell, and the day before Christmas, Bai Luo went to the orphanage to see the abandoned children and experience loneliness and indifference; he went to a beautiful wedding to experience great joy;