In my mind, the word "cool" is only related to summer. I have been away from the village for so many years, working and living in the city. I rarely hear people around me use the word "benefiting from the shade". Every night, no one really comes out to enjoy the shade. At most, a few young people come out to run at night, a few mothers. Taking children to play in the park downstairs is different from the meaning of enjoying the shade in my heart. In the city, there are air conditioners everywhere in office buildings and residential buildings, so there is really no need to come out to enjoy the shade at night. Nowadays, air conditioners are also popular in rural areas. Most people have installed air conditioners, and many fewer people come out to enjoy the shade on summer nights. On weekends, I open the window and a cool breeze blows in. I picked up the silk-faced fan I bought from Hangzhou a few years ago, and said to the big sheep, "Come on, let's go downstairs to enjoy the shade." As soon as I said this, I was surprised that I actually used the word "bringing in the shade". It's been years since the word was used. I still remember being in the village when I was a child, when it was getting dark, the people in the village had dinner early, shaking a palm fan from the east end of the village to the west end of the village, stopping to chat when they saw people, chatting about the harvest, chatting about the gas, and occasionally patted with the palm fan. Mosquito on my leg: "Ouch, this dead mosquito!" I also followed the example of an adult and walked around the main road in the village with a hard palm fan. I went to catch fireflies in the wild grass by the roadside. Our home has always been a distribution center for our neighbors. There will always be a bunch of people who come to chat and enjoy the shade if there is something going on.

Our home has always been a distribution center for our neighbors. There will always be a bunch of people who come to chat and enjoy the shade if there is something going on. On summer evenings, after dinner, my father took out the old-fashioned bamboo bed at home and put it next to the jujube tree. It is dark red, smooth and cold to the touch, and it is cool to lie on it. The bamboo bed is not very stable, and when a slightly fatter person sits on it, it will make a painful "squeak" sound. The neighbors have been swinging back and forth several times on the road with their palm fans. When they saw my father carrying out the bamboo bed, they walked into my yard one after another, as if they had been waiting for this moment for a long time. They sat together on the bamboo bed, and when someone moved a little, the bamboo bed creaked and screamed. I was always worried that the bamboo bed would collapse, and I wished they would leave quickly. However, sometimes they tell interesting stories, and I wish they would stay a little longer. Sometimes my grandmother gets involved. Everyone, you say one and he says one, and it's endless. I hid behind the adults, pricked up my ears and didn't want to miss a word. Rural people don’t like to watch the time. I don’t know how long we have been talking. The sky is getting darker, the stars are getting brighter, and the air is getting cooler. The people sitting on my bamboo bed chatting yawned and said, “It shouldn’t be early. Now, we have to go back to sleep." We were already too sleepy, lying motionless on the bamboo bed, vaguely feeling wet, maybe the dew was forming. Father patted us: "Get up, we have to go to the room to sleep." "No, can't we sleep outside all night?" I was impatient.

My sister and I ignored it. Father and mother had no choice but to carry one end of the bamboo bed and carry us into the house like a stretcher. Lying on a bamboo bed and feeling like the bamboo bed is flying is wonderful. Summer is still as hot as ever, but with the air conditioner blowing at night, it's not too hard. It's just that I don't look forward to summer as much as I did when I was a child

In my mind, the word "cool" is only related to summer. I have been away from the village for so many years, working and living in the city. I rarely hear people around me use the word "benefiting from the shade". Every night, no one really comes out to enjoy the shade. At most, a few young people come out to run at night, a few mothers. Taking children to play in the park downstairs is different from the meaning of enjoying the shade in my heart. In the city, there are air conditioners everywhere in office buildings and residential buildings, so there is really no need to come out to enjoy the shade at night. Nowadays, air conditioners are also popular in rural areas. Most people have installed air conditioners, and many fewer people come out to enjoy the shade on summer nights. On weekends, I open the window and a cool breeze blows in. I picked up the silk-faced fan I bought from Hangzhou a few years ago, and said to the big sheep, "Come on, let's go downstairs to enjoy the shade." As soon as I said this, I was surprised that I actually used the word "bringing in the shade". It's been years since the word was used. I still remember being in the village when I was a child, when it was getting dark, the people in the village had dinner early, shaking a palm fan from the east end of the village to the west end of the village, stopping to chat when they saw people, chatting about the harvest, chatting about the gas, and occasionally patted with the palm fan. Mosquito on my leg: "Ouch, this dead mosquito!" I also followed the example of an adult and walked around the main road in the village with a hard palm fan. I went to catch fireflies in the wild grass by the roadside. Our home has always been a distribution center for our neighbors. There will always be a bunch of people who come to chat and enjoy the shade if there is something going on.

Our home has always been a distribution center for our neighbors. There will always be a bunch of people who come to chat and enjoy the shade if there is something going on. On summer evenings, after dinner, my father took out the old-fashioned bamboo bed at home and put it next to the jujube tree. It is dark red, smooth and cold to the touch, and it is cool to lie on it. The bamboo bed is not very stable, and when a slightly fatter person sits on it, it will make a painful "squeak" sound. The neighbors have been swinging back and forth several times on the road with their palm fans. When they saw my father carrying out the bamboo bed, they walked into my yard one after another, as if they had been waiting for this moment for a long time. They sat together on the bamboo bed, and when someone moved a little, the bamboo bed creaked and screamed. I was always worried that the bamboo bed would collapse, and I wished they would leave quickly. However, sometimes they tell interesting stories, and I wish they would stay a little longer. Sometimes my grandmother gets involved. Everyone, you say one and he says one, and it's endless. I hid behind the adults, pricked up my ears and didn't want to miss a word. Rural people don’t like to watch the time. I don’t know how long we have been talking. The sky is getting darker, the stars are getting brighter, and the air is getting cooler. The people sitting on my bamboo bed chatting yawned and said, “It shouldn’t be early. Now, we have to go back to sleep." We were already too sleepy, lying motionless on the bamboo bed, vaguely feeling wet, maybe the dew was forming. Father patted us: "Get up, we have to go to the room to sleep." "No, can't we sleep outside all night?" I was impatient.

My sister and I ignored it. Father and mother had no choice but to carry one end of the bamboo bed and carry us into the house like a stretcher. Lying on a bamboo bed and feeling like the bamboo bed is flying is wonderful. Summer is still as hot as ever, but with the air conditioner blowing at night, it's not too hard. It's just that I don't look forward to summer as much as I did when I was a child