An essay on enjoying the cool under a big tree

In hot summer, people like to enjoy the cool under the big tree. The thick leaves of this big tree block the summer sun and make it cool. The following is the composition of enjoying the cool under the big tree, which I compiled for you, for reference only. Welcome to read it.

There is a good place to enjoy the cool in the park, which is under the big banyan tree by the river.

At 3 pm, my mother and I were very tired when we walked home. By the way, we went into the park and sat on the stone bench under the banyan tree. The stone bench is cold and comfortable to sit on. The sky is blue, and the sun is still so dazzling. A cool breeze blew, and the hanging leaves were a little dark, as if hitting me in the face. Enjoying the coolness of nature, I took a deep breath of fresh air and then spit it out slowly.

Hula, a few yellow leaves floated from the tree into the river, causing ripples in Shui Yang. They are like boats, pushed farther and farther by the wind.

This is the back door of the park. It's very quiet. Usually there are few people, but today an uncle came, carrying a fishing rod and holding a folding tube. He put down his chair, sat by the river, untied the fishing rod, hung some fish food and threw the fishing line into the river. Soon, a silvery white fish took the bait. At this time, the sun is not so dazzling, and the exposed green slate shines.

Another gust of wind blew, and I couldn't help narrowing my eyes and listening to the leaves singing slightly. ...

In the afternoon, I was enjoying the cool under the big tree as usual, but my eyes were attracted by a group of worker ants, who were carrying food several times larger than themselves. They moved from the garden to the door of their cave. Who makes them so motivated; Who let them be so diligent; Who enables them to carry things that are twice or twice as heavy as themselves?

Looking at them, it seems that I am a small worker ant myself: five seconds later, I found that the tree in front of me became bigger, no, I should be smaller. Then I grew four feet, two hands became two feet with my earth-shaking changes, and tentacles grew on my head, and the original yellow skin became the black skin of black ants. ...

Suddenly, a child came along. When he found the ant, he immediately pricked several holes in the ant's hole with a pencil and finally walked away. When I dared to feel sorry for myself and was ready to leave, I found that about ten or twenty ants came out of the hole. I think the "red alert" in their cave must have sounded.

They have been waiting in front of the cave, constantly walking from left to right, and then from right to left, for fear that terrible things like just now will happen again.

Five minutes and ten minutes later, they were still standing in front of the hole. I don't know how long it took, but they went to repair their hole to make it easier for other ants to come in and out in the future. I think maybe the "extraordinary period" has passed, otherwise how dare they repair this hole? Look at their methodical repair, and it will soon be smooth. ......

When the sun yawned goodbye to me and the sparrow called my name, I had to return to my world.

I am willing to take your hand to travel to the ant kingdom!

Three summers is the best season to prove love.

Every summer night, I always move a chair and sit under the hutong tree at the gate, and then gently shake it with a fan. Of course, it is more lively after the whole family has finished eating.

I sat in a chair, closed my eyes and felt every breeze blowing, and my heart was very leisurely. At this time, grandma sat next to me with a fan and gave me a fan. Close your eyes, get sleepy gradually, and fall asleep unconsciously.

It's like this every day, but now it's just me and my mother at home, probably because I miss it. I dare not sit by the alley in front of the door, and I dare not touch the electric fan again. I just sit in front of the electric fan and think about the past alone. It's a little cold on a hot day. I sat by an alley, sitting in a chair with my eyes closed, as usual. Maybe I fell asleep again, and I vaguely felt that my body was sinking upwards, or it might be a reality. I only heard a bang, and I fell to the ground with my chair. At this time, the whole family will laugh and I will laugh. ...

But now the hutong is gloomy, and it is not the cool breeze that blows, but every thought in my heart. A little confused by the electric fan. I went out and went to the hutong, feeling the cool breeze and blowing back my memory of grandma.

At that time, I was not sitting in a chair, but in a recliner. I lay comfortably on it, and grandma sat in the chair and chatted with other adults. I looked at the stars in the sky as if they were moving quietly and flashing. My eyes are a little dizzy, but I don't want to close them. I turned my head and looked at the moon. How dazzling and bright it is among those stars!

Now grandma is in Jiaozuo, it's hard to see her, but those memories are always there. Grandma, when can you come back to accompany me? I miss you!

We are children enjoying the cool under the big tree. We like to play barefoot and swing. A pure unruly.

But they all lament that we live in the shadow of our parents and are still ignorant of the world. Eating snacks, playing PPS, writing Martian articles, shopping, dad contributing, mom handling things. In their impression, it seems that we are so powerless to the world, spoiled and spoiled by our parents.

They just blindly regard our "personal preferences" as problems, but never really regard our "problems" as problems. That shadow hides the wind and rain, but it also hides the truth in our hearts. What are we really like? Only child, when mom and dad have gone to work, leaving only an empty house and a lonely person. Barbie, who doesn't talk, ignores us; And the TV set that has been talking is too trivial to cater to our wishes.

So, we began to linger in BBS. In this virtual world, get rid of loneliness in a digital way. Then they began to criticize, saying that we have become computer-controlled machines, drifting in the virtual. But we just want to find a confidant, a partner who can talk about everything.

They say we are beautifully dressed, but in fact we just want to attract attention, so that someone can pay more attention to us. They say that we worship foreign things and worship foreign devils, but they always let us learn seven or eight foreign languages and hope that we will emigrate. They say that we are all playing brotherhood, and our feelings are too naive to withstand the wind and rain, but we want to know: why some of us were abandoned in the first place, and why some of us have to endure the broken family? Who caused these things about feelings?

Life still needs sunshine. There will always be a bright day, and we will step out of the shadows and "rewrite a history in my way".