I love the four seasons, because they all have a unique place, spring, summer, autumn, winter cold. However, in comparison, I like summer more! Summer, is a fantasy season, everyone in the summer of weave their own beautiful dream,, is a full of exuberant pathein machine season, whether it is day flying off flying birds, or the river fish swimming, have fully demonstrated the existence of life; summer, is a a beautiful painting, there are green grass, red flowers, blue sky, white clouds, and the stretch as far as eye can see the colorful earth...... Summer morning is cool, look, the moon is not down, it put a soft silver generously to the thin layer of mist. So, the fog in the flow, the flow of silver, the earth shine brightly. The clear river is flowing slowly, flashing sparkling. The shore grass kiss the morning dew, the village whispers in the breeze, as if to say what, I think, it must to remind us to seize the time to learn,do not waste this precious time. Summer noon is depressed, the burning sun baked earth like pit real hot, there is no trace of wind, road sand seemed is flashing light, hot mixing in the air, everywhere play summer power. The dogs are climbing stick out your tongue on the ground, even the trees on the crow also mouth breathing, a little breeze occasionally blowing, and heat waves, people are hiding in the house, the earth a quiet, only that cicada also tirelessly called "cicadas, cicadas, cicada......"