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[Flavor of the summer] the memory of the summer: a clear spring

[Flavor of the summer] the memory of the summer
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a kind of memory, it is like precious stones embedded in the same All my memories of summer.
earliest memory of the summer, starting from the Reaper.
is a pro would prefer not to work to eat do not sleep, and catch the one we all suffer. And a half high in the throat she had reluctantly agreed to the under coercion, with the attendant will be extremely calm. Did not feel long sleep, he was soon awakened by thunder: \do it. \What follows is the endless chatter, a small resistance will learn methods: stuffy silence, with silence to deal with the stir. This is learned from their fathers, and every day live in a pro-hate, and from the complaints in her chatter can understand the.
wheat harvest to increase physical stamina is a job, scythe wielding machetes the pleasure of wheat stalk of grass in less than half an hour after the feeling is a torture. Father bent down to see the progress that sweat, but also a little inspiration and a trace of being affected by the tremor, but looked at the front while the rolling wheat, while look behind the record or to withstand the baking too malicious. Dray teams from more than envy of the cool brother who was innocent smile,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], silently grandfather talking about the wind you do not go,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but too overbearing unique summer, as it undeniably pro-Language: \Look, cut! \pressure off of being stone drums of wheat, and I everything will be fine as long as the supply, but the care of younger brother is my bounden duty.
brother at the age of growth, I knew it is already out of the custody of the threshing and then not to make the vigor of the sacrifice. The birth of a threshing wheat harvest season of late, I also have the right to participate in the rights and even forced to participate. Who does not know the taste of ah storm, until the past nearly three decades now, think of the difficulties was awkward to drowsy. Maybe I now put me to sleep is the time made it, God put the childhood I did not sleep enough to make it up.
summer after wheat harvest is also not better than a day, so disturbing the gel to see the look, the exposed children and shoes with no land appropriated, the mixture of clay and then stained sandals, fluctuated me next mowing climbing the \Each mowing,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], one to the ground and took off her shoes on the bottom of the basket.
memory of an evening that was eight years old, pro-cut noodles on the chopping board to hurry out. Younger brother were playing in the yard to see if other stores have been eaten, the pro still not back. Has not been approved by the pro look, or I might have to show something else, I started to cook. Put away, to cut the noodles into, the ignition. Although it has been done before dinner, it was only firing point, firing a little rice, or sitting before the stove when the cooks. Previously did not pay attention to the order of the pro what the following article, this time dare to defy world opinion, the noodles cooked a big lump, the result is a beat plus a two-day meal scolded. Thus, in all my childhood memories, summer is the thing I want to forward, but had to into the season.
late summer after the wheat harvest is the most beautiful memory.
after night with his uncle in a small, according to the frog to the river to the woods, according to the cicada, cicada tree of a tree, another favorite uncle gave me a small flashlight. He climbed the tree shaking branches, according to his request my hands to focus on lightning, the Chaner ground immediately rushed to the light, a few trees will be able to catch a barrel, this trophy home so he did what all no longer interfere, the only say in a few minutes each morning is cooked cicadas Kang Young.
If the wheat harvest was the most bitter of the summer season, then the grapes ripening season is the most beautiful throughout the summer.
ripe grapes, it is the children's section, from among the red grapes have started to gather in the grapes to many children, each family selected are the most mischievous and fun children. Although grapes can not forget his look at the responsibility of mowing,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], after all, a few grapes in the north is outside the village of acres of farmland. Parents also did not set the number of tasks, so when idle farmland with several partners got into pulling some grass, talking and laughing quite a few gains each day. A season down the pike of hay drying also.
every day at noon, each child got into their huts in the escape to light, this time to the most quiet moments, only too Yang or the clouds were hiding. Vineyard Manager at this time each with their own favorite thing to do. I mostly sleep, sometimes reading,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], sometimes watching the changing clouds floated south. Now think about a child's time is really too much, but then did not know, \Include, for example at the age of the children now.
the most fun summer of farmland, than after a summer shower.
suffused the room after the pond, frogs echoed each other's playing the strings. Summer is the world of insects, crickets Ming, a variety of insects in the summer does not display the name of their own voice or deep or shallow. Summer concerts I sing them all the life to hear.
passage of time, my wife is not into the wheat harvest, and no longer into the summer morning fight like cutting the grass, not into the vineyards, quiet beauty, not was agitated again and reprimanded pro. But the joy of summer get together or in the today's dreams have suddenly come summer.

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