"The green trees are thick and the summer days are long." If the summer is described in one word, there must be many people who first think of the long word, the long cicada song, the long heat, the adults come back from the wheat field, with a body of sweat, rough throw the noodles into the well water, as the saying goes, "ice a bing" sprinkled with some green onions, vinegar, garlic chopped into the bowl one by one, gulp to eat.

Regardless of the smell of clothes that have just been soaked in sweat, one of them fell asleep when he turned upside down, and the car selling watermelons on the side of the road never said a few dollars a pound, but only exchanged the most primitive things for "wheat for watermelon!" Several families hurriedly called to stop, weighed enough catties of wheat to exchange melons, and then went home with big watermelons, and the children were already drooling. The fan leaves on the shoulders of the big electric wind are whirring and blowing, sending a cool wind, each member of the family is holding a piece of watermelon, sitting on the chair and gnawing on the watermelon, the bright red juice of the watermelon flows all over the ground, dips a mouthful, the watermelon seeds spit out the ground, the birds outside the window are still chirping, and there is only the sound of the lips and teeth gently biting the melon pulp in the room, with some crispness and pulling, and the juice of the watermelon is still entangled with the tongue and lips. At this time, there is always a woman who grabs the child's ear: Who told you to drop the watermelon water on your clothes? How many times have I told you. It can't be washed off on clothes! The child screamed in pain, grabbed his mother's wrist and begged for mercy, and the watermelon juice was stained on the woman's dark wrist. The woman shook off the child with a look of disgust, brought watermelon juice that had been wiped off from the hair, and wiped the child's face and little hands. The blend of watermelon and sweat creates a unique taste of summer.

Summer also has its own unique colors. The general tone is green, turquoise, poplar trees, poplar trees, camphor trees, willow trees, and village trees, all of which are green, and the branches are pumped, and the leaves are gradually fattened. The foliage in front of and behind the houses in the village is dense, and everywhere you walk is shady. The grape trellis also began to produce some tender green fruits, and the thick leaves of the peach tree could not cover the small peaches with some fluff that had just been brewed. The green of the watermelon, the red of the melon, and the purple of the mulberry are all colors, which are born to avoid monotony, and the lotus flowers stand in the green like a lonely fragrance, sending a light lotus fragrance to the summer breeze.

Suddenly I feel that the summer is not so long, with watermelon, with fans, and then there are more fish and shrimp caught, is a lot of lotus canopy and popsicles stuffed into the mouth, we are used to the long summer but are also slowly stuffing it with fun, stuffed to the end we make the summer short, we try our best to cherish every minute and every second, like a farmer who cuts wheat, does not know the heat, but cherishes the long summer. Never get tired of it.

In summer, there is a lot of rain, even cloudy rain, torrential rain, often for several days at a time, at this time, we can only stay at home but not idle. Instead, the bait is made slowly, and the corn, wheat, bran and bran are mixed with wine and oil to ferment for a few days, and the unique aroma sprinkled in the water will attract the fish closer. Or rainy days, shrimp is a lot, we hold an umbrella and run to the river to pick up shrimp, it is not an exaggeration to say that picking up is not an exaggeration, because in those years, the river is full of a little rain will overflow, shrimp everywhere, sometimes the rain is too big, the river is all over the place, the water will flow along the ditch dug by people to the bigger river, the road is far away, so that often some shrimp soldiers and fish will be trapped by aquatic plants or branches halfway, can not move, at this time is to pick up shrimp, sometimes it is inevitable to be caught shrimp ridicule, too clumsy, deserve to be caught. People don't seem to like to eat shrimp heads, directly remove the whole shrimp head, leave the shrimp tail to shell, after stir-frying, it is a round shrimp, soft and fragrant, it is a unique delicacy on the summer table, and it is also the favorite food of children.

Fishing is much more fun than picking up shrimp. Dig a few earthworms from the wet soil and put them in a box, which is easy to carry, and the pocket money in those years is only enough to buy fishing lines and hooks, and fishing rods are simply a luxury. Every time I ride a bicycle to fish, I always have to go to the bamboo forest by the river to cut a few bamboos, because I am afraid of being discovered, so I can only cut the bamboo slowly, a few people help to slowly put it down, and then cut off the side branches, and walk back with a half-low body so as not to be found. The bamboo pole is somewhat elastic, and with its slender and lightweight, it seems to be suitable for fishing. A few people went out in the morning light, stepping on the sunset under their feet and going home, catching mostly small fish, not wanting to eat, but also wanting to take them back to raise.

Most of the fish were fed to death by us, and we still fished for the belly of some unknown wild cat. I found the charm of calm from fishing, in the hot summer day, hanging bait, releasing the line, staring with both eyes, calmly and patiently waiting for the fish to take the bait, the sun covered the water, slept there for a little day, and then went back again, as if it did not come. If it rains, it will be a lot more lively, the rain is naughty and dancing on the water, we use the umbrella to build a small shed to shelter from the rain, let the rain beat on the umbrella, despite this, when I go back, the clothes are also soaked, fortunately, the temperature is high in summer, and I am not sick.

Later, in late summer, there were not many fish and shrimp, but the lotus pods were ripe, and school had already begun. Taking advantage of the holiday, we went to pick the lotus pods together, and tied them to the bamboo poles with a wire hook, so that we could reach the lotus pods over a long distance, which was a clever plan we came up with after several failures. In the vegetable garden by the pond, home-grown tomatoes and cucumbers quench your thirst and are delicious desserts on a summer afternoon.

The water in the pond was very deep, but the lotus canopy was in the middle, and the long hook could not hook it, so we had to take off our shoes and socks and cautiously try to move forward into the water. The water is not as deep as we imagined, or it has not rained for too long, the water level has receded, only knee-high, and the sun has baked the water warmly, and when we walk inside, we can sometimes touch the mussel shell and be accidentally scratched. But what is even more terrifying is that when I walk into the lotus leaves in the field, I am often injured by the rhizome, and the rhizome of the lotus is covered with small thorns, but in order to eat the lotus seeds, I can't care about this, so I let my legs and feet be scratched. When we had almost finished plucking, we returned to the shore, where there was a meadow, in the middle of a dense grove. We lay there, peeling lotus seeds. The old man who herded the cow would talk to us, and the old buffalo, silent more than water, silent than earth, lay in a small puddle by the river, not moving. Sometimes a white bird stood on his back, but it remained silent, as if it were nothing.

When the sun was sinking and the grass and trees were deeply darkened, we used a rope to string the unfinished laipon into a string and hang it around our necks, like the clothes made of leaves by primitive humans, stepping on the afterglow of the sunset, sucking the lotus fragrance and the summer coolness in the evening, picking a lotus leaf and putting it on the top of our heads as a hat. The breeze comes from time to time to join in the fun, drives away the irritable sweat, the smoke curls up, walks on the road, peels off the lotus seeds, the lotus seeds are not as clear as water, but green as summer, round fat body, there is a white and tender flesh hidden in it, with the fragrance of the lotus, the color of the tree, but the taste is the unique taste of the lotus seeds.

The irritability of knowing is just the music that cheers us on the road, and the frog sound piece is a serenade that accompanies people to fall asleep, and when we look back, we are reluctant to wave like us in the wind of the lotus leaves.

Grandma was busy in the kitchen, and as soon as she arrived at home, the meal was ready, and she walked around the house with the bowls of various friends, and when she came back, the bowls were empty. After eating, teasing the little grass carp raised, peeling lotus seeds and feeding them into his mouth carelessly, under the starry night, under the shade of the tree, a pair of eyes staring at the stars in the sky, chatting about 100,000 whys, or where to go tomorrow to play? Under the gentle swing of the fan, the double eyelids fight. Look at grandma again, she was already sleepy and squinting and dozing off, the old cat curled up at her feet, and closed her eyes, and the little red light was to burn the mosquito coil all night, but we couldn't sleep, although sleepy, our enthusiasm, just like the mosquito coil that had just been burned, the residual temperature in the ashes was still there, I don't know when it will be extinguished, and I don't know when it will burn, so I fantasize, satisfied and look forward to sleeping.

Later, the summer was longer, and it became more and more difficult, and the endless knowledge of the last good feeling for summer in the memories was consumed, and there was heavy work, and the panic of being placed at the crossroads all the time and having to make a choice, and, there was the development and change over the years, the wheat already had a wheat harvester, and the giant-like body with a heavy sun-burned shell, rumbling through the wheat field, there was only the roots of the brush, and when he opened his mouth, he spit out all the wheat. Suddenly, we were no longer satisfied with a watermelon that could be exchanged for wheat, and a lotus pod that could only be caught by wading through water, although we had some emotions when we saw someone poisoning a river of shrimp with medicine, and easily catching a lot of fish with an electric box on their backs, we no longer had time to waste time on these things that were not beneficial to the future. We were pushed, and we grew up actively and passively.

It has changed a lot, and the people around him are hiding in the air-conditioned room, and as soon as they open the door, they frown: "It's really hot!" Is it hot? It's really hot, you will sweat when you walk, you must apply sunscreen before going out, make all preparations, it is best to hold an umbrella, of course, you don't have to worry if you don't go out.

Like most people, I feel anxious when I walk on the road, as if I have drawn a clear boundary with my past self, but every time I pass by the shade of trees, by the sound of cicadas, and by the sound of frogs, memory creeps quietly close to me.

So my summer day, lying in the past, hid away. Now the summer days are long, long, unbearable, and so long that I have to chew on the fragments of memories over and over again, looking for a moment of peace.

To this day, when I think of munching on watermelon under the fan, I feel refreshed and comfortable, which is what I should have in summer, and I didn't feel in the past. Will the summer be longer? With memories and tranquility, probably not.