In the time of my youth, as the ethereal moonlight gently cascaded upon the ancient streets of this village, a faint breeze whispered through the dry leaves, echoing tales of antiquity. A solitary swordsman, draped in black robes, stood in the heart of the road, his gaze as profound as the night sky, concealing within a myriad of emotions. His heart, tranquil as a lake, yet tumultuous as a raging sea.
On a scorching day during summer break, the oppressive sun scorched the earth relentlessly. The morning lacked even a whisper of a breeze, the willows hung drearily, devoid of vitality. Not a single ant could be found on the ground—they, too, succumbed to such weather.
As afternoon arrived, the heat persisted, leaves swaying ever so slightly. Mercifully, a breeze emerged! Soon, it gathered strength, stirring up whirlwinds of dust. Gleefully, I dashed outside, relishing this precious respite. Looking skyward, it seemed as though the heavens had accidentally spilled an inkwell, dense ebony clouds swiftly blanketing half the sky.
The wind, fierce in its sporadic gusts, failed to dispel the heatwave. "Pitter-patter," a cool sensation graced my skin—rain! The downpour began with sizable drops resembling small coins! Raindrops incessantly descended upon me, cooling my head instantly—truly invigorating! Yet, the pavement remained heated.
It was the final lecture from our teacher, a momentous occasion where the mundane courses we usually endured became precious. This marked the last time we would hear the wise guidance of the teacher who had been with us for six years. Soon, we would depart for different paths, under the tutelage of new mentors. The teacher admonished us to "speak less, do more," imparting her own experiences, wishing us smooth journeys ahead. She urged us to maintain contact, to share our innermost thoughts and promised solutions to any difficulties. The typically formidable teacher, today, wept like a child.
Today, within the classroom, typically abuzz with joy, an air of tension prevailed. Today heralded a pivotal moment in our lives—the graduation exam. Strangely, upon receiving the test paper, the earlier nervousness dissipated. Grasping the pen to answer, the rustling of writing within the classroom brought a semblance of solace. Every question on the paper was scrutinized meticulously, each solution pondered earnestly; this exam held greater importance than any before. Upon completing the paper, friends discussed the questions, jubilant if answered correctly, filled with regret if mistaken. The teacher shared our worries.
Today was result collection day, and my heart raced with nervousness. Rising early, despite ample time, sleep evaded me. At 8 o'clock, arriving at school, the teacher was already surrounded by classmates. I squeezed in, outwardly composed but inwardly anxious. Despite a decent performance, it fell slightly short of expectations. Witnessing classmates outperforming heightened my discomfort. I knew it was my carelessness, but there's no antidote for regret.
Entering school for the last time as a primary school student, the school would soon become alma mater. After over a month's absence, classmates were exuberant. Today, collecting enrollment letters, though aware of my designated school, I felt inexplicably nervous. The teacher joyously called my name, presenting me with the admission letter. Hastily inquiring about my closest friends' allocations, learning they'd attend the same high school as me, filled me with immense joy. The final chapter of primary school life concluded thus.
The last summer, impending farewells weighed heavily. The realization struck, and it hurt. Six years slipped away. Once eager to grow up, now longing for the carefree past. Promise me, we're not parting ways—we're just graduating!
The rain intensified, each drop pounding relentlessly. Eventually, the last vestige of sweltering air was banished. The downpour grew denser, raindrops pelting down like an onslaught. Drenched from head to toe, akin to a soaked chicken, I hurried homeward. As the rain persisted, through the curtain of water, I glimpsed the verdant row of willows by the riverside, their supple branches swaying vigorously, alongside a cluster of bamboo, their drooping heads laden with moisture.
Summer rain—swift in arrival, swift in departure, and the sun reclaimed its place, casting a serene smile upon the azure expanse. Trees, having endured the tempest's caress, appeared even more lush and vibrant, glistening in the fading sunlight.
Such is the nature of summer—capricious and ever-changing.
In the domain of capricious summer, where the sun weaves its tapestry of radiance one moment, ensnaring humanity in a tapestry of sweat-soaked tribulation, only to yield abruptly to tempestuous downpours the next—such mercurial temperament begets disdain.
Imagine a specific noon, a tableau akin to nuclear fusion where the sun, more vehement than recollection permits, appeared gripped by an unrelenting wrath, searing the earth with merciless intent. Its scalding breath could render an egg to cinder upon stone. Every iota of its essence seemed geared towards unleashing a deluge of scorching heat. The searing brilliance singed both heavens and terra firma alike, transforming the entire expanse into a seething cauldron bereft of solace. Abandoned streets bore the spectral visage of desolation, where even the zephyr carried a scorching touch, rendering shaded alcoves as blistering as molten lava. Asphalt thoroughfares liquefied under the solar onslaught, and verdant canopies bowed in obeisance. The incessant drone of cicadas composed a dissonant symphony, a haunting opus plaguing the very soul. Even the grassy sward appeared destined for consumption by the inferno's ascent.
As suggested earlier, the whimsical summer—akin to a mischievous sprite—opted this time to shed "tears."
Later in the afternoon, the zenith of exodus, as laborers poured forth in synchronized release from their havens. Yet, alas, the firmament erred, amassing an abrupt and ominous assemblage of clouds, shrouding the celestial dome. A flash of iridescent luminescence streaked the horizon, thunder clapped forth in resounding proclamation. The tumultuous congregation of somber clouds stirred aloft. Lightning fissured the firmament like celestial sabers, cleaving through the somber expanse, piercing the terrestrial realm. Raindrops, akin to volleys of machine gun fire, pelted the ground, fostering torrents interlaced with hail. The tempest burgeoned, the wind crescendoed, veiling the thoroughfares in an opaque shroud resembling mist. Trees, their trunks splintering under the assault, pirouetted in the tempest's embrace. Eaves disgorged cascades, fashioning the earth into a coursing torrent, as denizens sought sanctuary beneath sheltering alcoves.
Yet, as fleetingly as the tempest arrived, so too did it abscond, its tears assuaged by the resurgent firmament's resplendent smile.
Amidst the summer's domain, the relentless sun reigns supreme, its scorching rays a fiery embrace upon the land.
Within this arid season, a cherished respite emerges - the art of swimming. The serene pool, an oasis of coolness amid the sweltering tyranny, offers solace beyond compare.
My repertoire of summertime elixirs spans from the decadence of ice creams to the succulent indulgence of watermelon slices, each a coveted reprieve. It's a time for enthralling encounters with charming insects; dragonflies skimming the water's surface while the ceaseless chant of cicadas orchestrates an agitated symphony within the stifling air.
The vista of summer, an innate allure; sunlight cascades upon the liquid expanse, transforming it into a glimmering tapestry, an ode to scattered pearls. As twilight descends, accompanied by my mother on leisurely strolls, behold! A cloud resembling an ethereal dragon unfurls across the heavens. With night's arrival, the moon's gentle luminescence bathes the firmament while stars, celestial beacons, shimmer in a symphony of cosmic radiance.
Thus, the abhorrent summer—its whims and fancies—alternately drenched humanity in perspiration-laden travail and bestowed upon them the guise of waterlogged fowl.
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