The summer of childhood, those beautiful little things in memory...

The summer in my memory is the season of watermelon.

In the era without refrigerators and air conditioners,

The patio at the entrance of the alley is a great place to enjoy chilled watermelon.

Throw the watermelon into the bamboo basket,

Soak in the clear well water for half a day.

Take it out and cut it in half.

Red flesh, green skin,

The sweet juice immediately flowed down.

Take a bite.

Mouthful of coolness.

The summer of childhood,

What makes people most excited are fruits and vegetables.

I picked a thorny cucumber from the roadside ridge.

One bite and the fresh taste fills your mouth.

Not to mention the grapes climbing all over the vines.

Strings of flowers hang on the arches, and the fragrance is refreshing.

Bring a small stool.

Step on it and grab a handful, your hands will be full of sweet juice.

My favorite childhood memory,

Of course, I went to play in the lake with my friends.

The lotus leaves are crowded together.

It seems to extend to the horizon all of a sudden.

The huge and beautiful lotus,

Stretching out among the green leaves.

Rowing a boat in the lake,

Laughter and joyful voices could be heard faintly.

Although many years have passed,

But in my childhood summer memories,

It seems to be still vivid in my mind.

Even if ten or twenty years have passed,

Thinking of that summer, it is still beautiful.