Three days ago, the evening of the balcony, I pulled aside the orange curtains on the balcony, and I felt a hissing sound in the middle of it.

I spread it out, and a gust of wind poured in from the window, blowing a red thing to the ground, and when I picked it up, it was only the wings of a dragonfly.

Through its red web-like wings, I could see that my palms also seemed to glow a faint burgundy.

However, there was more than that, there was also a pair of golden winged pounds on the ground.

The balcony of the room was hot and dreary in the direction of the sun, and I hardly walked into my room until the sun went down in the evening, and I knew nothing about what was going on between the curtains and the dragonfly, or where the dragonfly's body was.

The winged pounds were packed up and placed in a drawer. Full of doubts, diluted by time.

Not long ago, I went to the supermarket, and the sun outside, no, it should be a big fireball, burned me mercilessly and unjustly, and the sweat flowed down in a line, I wiped the sweat, and saw that there were dragonflies constantly passing in front of my eyes, so light, so cheerful, so naughty.

I walked gently, reaching out briskly and quickly, trying to grab one with my bare hands, feeling my fingers already touching its wings, and watching it grunt away.

I smiled with relief, they shouldn't be caught, not only me, but everyone else, they belong purely to summer? Or autumn? Let's be free!

When I was a child, dragonflies roamed in patches!

Especially on sweltering days, it is common for them to fly around you unscrupulously, touch your clothes, touch your cheeks, and suddenly make a sharp turn in front of your eyes, scaring and scaring you.

Even, you will be a little disgusted with them, too often appear in your sight, and some parents are noisy by children yelling for dragonflies, parents are shrugging their shoulders, helplessly said: They are too cunning, difficult to catch.

Suddenly looking back, I began to miss it.

The sky was gloomy and the air was dull and dreary, sometimes bright and sometimes obscure.

Red, green, cyan, golden...... The low-flying dragonfly is the nimble whisperer.

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