Is it summer vacation already?
Summer vacation
What a wonderful word it is.
Every time I hear this word, I think of swimming in Shichahai,
And the little bean ice sticks after swimming
Think of the sound of cicadas in the Hutong and the uncles and aunts waving Pu fans
Think of the dragonflies flying low by the pavilion on the Jing Mountain and the subsequent thunderstorm
Think of the flat-roofed courtyards where every house leaks rain and the pitter-patter sounds of rainwater falling into plastic basins
Think of the cool breeze in the summer night and climbing onto the roof and trees
Think of those carefree days
Those days are just like
The sky is very high and blue
The clouds are very white and far away
The wind is very clear and sweet
Life is slow and bland