绿色简约散文诗歌设计  173206

At dusk, my father would move a bamboo bed into the yard, and we would lie on it counting stars. My mother waved her palm-leaf fan, stroke after stroke, chasing away mosquitoes and bringing a cool breeze. Fireflies flickered like stars fallen to earth.

如今住在城里，窗外是空调外机嗡嗡的响声。关上门窗，把热气隔在外面，也把蝉声隔在了外面。凉是凉了，总觉着少了什么。可夏天终究是好的。黄昏时分，暑气渐退，天边烧起绯红的晚霞。买一个西瓜回来，切开，红瓤黑籽，咬一口，汁水四溢。这是夏天才有的痛快。

Now I live in the city. Outside the window, air conditioning units hum. I close the windows and doors, shutting out the heat—and the sound of cicadas as well. It is cool, yes, but something feels missing. Yet summer is still wonderful. 

At dusk, the heat gradually fades, and the sky's edge burns with crimson sunset clouds.Buy a watermelon,cut it open—red flesh,black seeds.One bite,and juice overflows.This is the unbridled pleasure that only summer brings. 

Night deepens.The moon rises,casting its clear light upon the windowsill.The cicadas'voices fade,and crickets begin their songs.Summer is like this—loud with life,and quietly peaceful at the same time.