夏日的七月，透蓝的大空，悬着火球似的太阳，云彩好似被太阳烧化了，也消失得无影无踪。
初夏时节，各色野花都开了，红的、紫的、粉的、黄的，像绣在一块绿色大地毯上的灿烂斑点；成群的蜜蜂在花从中忙碌着，吸着花蕊，辛勤地飞来飞去。
许多人都说失去以后才懂得珍惜，其实珍惜后的失去更痛Many people say that after losing just know to cherish, actually cherish after losing more pain.
我想我还是不够成熟，没办法为自己那颗浮躁的心，波澜不惊地掌舵I don't think I'm still not mature enough, can the heart blundering, for himself off peacefully at the helm
