“闲寂古池旁,青蛙跳进水中央,扑通一声响。”就像松尾芭蕉的这行俳句一样,乡间的夏季总是在扑通一声中悄悄来临。童年印象中,清晨时山间的薄雾展示着一夜沉淀后的清新,树上的鸟儿在朦胧中演绎着寂静一晚后的喧嚣;午间的烈日就是一首热烈歌颂夏天的歌,雄浑而嘹亮;傍晚的清风携着乡村温柔的呢喃,唤起了阵阵诗意的蛙鸣。人们在这样的环境中生活着,我在这样的人群中学习着如何生活。那时候还有形影不离的小伙伴,放学后的时间 “Freelancing next to the ancient pool, the frog jumped into the water central, thump a sound. ” Like Matsuo Basho’s line of haiku, the summer of the country is always quietly coming in the thump. Childhood impressions, early morning mist in the mountains show a fresh night after the precipitation, the birds in the trees in the dim interpretation of the noise of the night after a quiet night; afternoon sun is a song of warm tribute to the summer, powerful and Bright; evening breeze carrying rural gentle whisper, evoking bursts of poetic frogs. People live in such an environment, and I learn how to live in such a crowd. At that time there are inseparable buddy, after school time