Author: Site Editor Publish Time: 2026-09-03 Origin: Site
Summer deserves to be taken seriously.
We chose to escape the sweltering heat of the city and headed towards the mountains. The wheels rolled onto the "Wan Nan Sichuan-Tibet Highway", and outside the window were the continuous rows of green mountains and rain. Inside the car, there was the long-awaited reunion and anticipation. We explored a stream hidden in the valley. When the wind stopped and the rain ended, the water was clear and emerald green. At that moment, the coolness spread up from the ankles, moving slowly and gently, taking away all the heat of the summer.
"Shallow Bank Catching the Ball"
At that moment when our eyes met, the essence of (mutual understanding) had already been largely established. The ball traced a curved path through the air - would it splash into the water? Or would it land steadily in the basin...
"Floating Board Sailing Race"
With both hands paddling through the water, the body sways slightly along with the floating board. One might carefully maintain balance, or boldly rush forward to create waves.
"Old Memories Float Away"
With a sideways stance, aiming, and forcefully swinging the wrist, the pebble skimmed the water surface, dancing gracefully and creating a series of ripples. We focused intently, holding our breath, and returned to that carefree childhood afternoon.
"Race of Streams"
The running in the shallow streams has a completely different rhythm from that on land. On every wet face, the smiles are brighter than the sunlight.
"Water Battle with Name Tags"
Water buckets, water guns, water basins - all kinds of items. As soon as the whistle sounded, the water surface immediately burst into a flurry of activity.
The water droplets danced gleefully in the sunlight, falling on the hair, the shoulders, and the corners of the smiling eyes. The dual competition of water fights and tag games merged into a cacophony of screams and laughter, making it impossible to determine who had the upper hand.
As night fell, the lights came on, and the first singing competition of Green Valley began in a gentle and soothing manner.
The atmosphere at the scene became increasingly intense. Some chose soulful ballads that flowed slowly like a river in the night of a valley; some picked lively melodies, with words expressing an undeniable good mood that drew the audience on to sway gently along; some took the stage to perform dances, with carefree steps but a sense of ease. Everyone gathered together to win golden eggs and witness the grand prizes of the singing competition...
The night was ordinary, but because everyone sang, laughed and played together, it became the most special memory of Green Valley.