Feeling of summer in the countryside

The summer sunshine has broken, the pink phoenix sunlight the horizon. Through the alley of the house where the golden scent of each beam is a beautiful summer day scene in the countryside.   Outside to call the children to break, afraid of this tree fall, fear of the other foot slipped down, afraid of the children play a crush, fight again suffering ...

  Summer on the hometown. Desire is not always available when summer vacation. Homeland poor, sunshine rain suddenly. But there is a childhood paradise, where our children are spoiled for watching the kites flying in the sky, they claw their feet at the ground, hearing the scattered particles under their feet. Field in the dry summer crack. The field is never missing the footprints of the children. We divided the battle fake, big generals were generals, but generals must be loyal, pioneering and not give up. Each passing battle is an unforgettable memory region. The children of the countryside during the season make friends with the fields of fruit trees. Only a guava, sour fruit also laughed. Poor foreigners. Very poor. It is so poor that people always make use of all that is left over. Poor children with shoulder blades, sewing as impossible to patch more and more short pants that people often say: "dog taps three days not yet"   The poor rice wrapped in straw, cutting rice also harvested hard early hours. Chicken noon soared between the roofs of the walls, three to hoist to the garden in the middle of the summer sunshine, outside garden hoe, every drop of sweat tumbling down to the ground, to plant in the garden sweet season. Bird's nest in the garden was battered by the monsoon to the ground, the birds chirping out loudly, the foreigners told me, bring them back to the old place, I fond of foreign demand to raise, laugh, leave it freedom to fly do not catch it that crime. I still remember the foreign words, so that I never forced others to do what I want.   Brown wings, red tail to the side of the pond, the children racing to catch the banana wing to swim. Wing fly away, childhood is also far from the cloud. The poor children leave, only the wings of brown fish, red dragon in the sad sun. The verse is off but it seems to be still around, as close as it may seem. The yellow straw in front of the yard fluttered some dry straw, the chickens scavenge for golden seeds, there was not a corner of the yard full of straw, when the children climbed from the high jump, no longer by the hole a hole straw, two, three children hide into the sky soaring sky. Upside-down straw yellow fatigue waiting for anyone?   Summer back. Foreigners are far and away. Going over half a life, I still dream of returning home as a baby, no worries, burden of money. Each day you have a place, some children leave the countryside, the year round friends with the field of grass, the children leave to return occasionally. Touching the memory was sleeping in years, the road back home still deep in the heart. The memory lies still, only the faint of heart.   The old way of the road, the top of grass turkey, swaying by the wind. The summer days of hometowns are as far away as the birds of the sky. The road is still wide, but insensitive to strange, pick up every memory has fallen in the footsteps lost. Far away on a sunny summer day. Foreigners followed the hoarse voice and summer. Let your heart be filled with remnants of time. Summer back as the first dating. Foreigners are still green color to cover lost souls looking for small corner love ...