A sad story about summer

The summer of 2007 is still the same. 1. Memories always keep spinning in my mind from a long time ago, and then suddenly freeze in 2007, playing back and screening one by one. Many times, I thought you were still there, but some years passed. At that time, a new album was released in May, and I always liked a song called Summer Lightyear. There is a kind of midsummer sunshine that suddenly comes in and shines on the heart that is no longer hot. It's 2009, and I'm facing the senior high school entrance examination in June. Are you under unprecedented pressure like me? Even if you look at the blue sky and want to fly, you can't fly out! Second, in fact, every time the feast ends, we will take off our masks layer by layer. Nothing is intentional, but we unconsciously replace tears with smiles and sadness with laughter. All this is just a product of parting day, a midsummer carnival. Is growth really a fester that people must experience? When we look back at those old friends again and again, we only think about "can we meet again in the future" and "do you live near each other?" Well, nothing! We're not kids anymore! What's the big deal! "I don't know if I left, but I left. It won't say goodbye to you first, as Xu Zhimo wrote: "He came quietly, just like he left quietly. He waved his sleeves without taking away a cloud. "Many times childhood will pass very quickly, and we are teenagers, accepting the feelings, pressures or troubles that teenagers should have. Adults always love to say that we haven't grown up, and we will never laugh mercilessly, saying that we are not strong enough to stand some small things. In fact, we just use that childlike innocence to face the pressure of the senior high school entrance examination, which can make the gloomy colors more gorgeous. An indelible mark once left on the desk. The boy who was absent-minded in class and couldn't answer the questions. The box that has been hit by basketball countless times. How can I not miss those faces that have cried and laughed? Today, however, we have faded a little and matured a lot. Who can say that we have not grown up? Fourth, there is always a feeling of sophistication in midsummer, but I still like it. Just like the sunshine from a light-year away, it gives me a real burning feeling, just like the feeling brought to me in 2007, without any hypocrisy. If life has a precious and exclusive memory, then 2007 and 2009 will coexist in my heart. However, when I silently counted the days and years, I found that my junior high school career had passed away. 5. If one day I can really see through the scenery and get tired of the secular scenery, don't forget that we agreed to see the flowing water together ... I wrote it myself, so use it if you want. . . .

B: What are the beautiful stories in summer?

When summer comes, the sun shines brightly on the earth. This tree is green, like a green umbrella The little flower hung its head, and the cicada in the tree cried, "It's so hot, so hot." The puppy sticks out its tongue and enjoys the cool under the big tree.

One night, I was sleeping when my mother woke me up. My mother said, "Take me to Shanghai to see my eyes." At first, I didn't want to go I heard my mother say, "Take me to the Oriental Pearl after seeing it." I'm glad to hear it. I followed my parents to Shanghai to see my eyes. After seeing my eyes, my mother took me to the Oriental Pearl. My mother and I are happy to come to the Oriental Pearl. I see the Oriental Pearl Tower has three big circles, the top one is the smallest, the second one is a little bigger, and the bottom one is the largest. When I didn't go in, I thought it was only three floors. However, as soon as I entered, my aunt told me that a * * * has more than 300 floors. When I entered, I saw an astronomical telescope. I threw a dollar in. I used an astronomical telescope to see countless little stars winking at me. I'm so happy that my mother and I came to the second lap again. Suddenly found that the big circle has become like a small ant. My mother and I came to the third lap again. I saw the Oriental Pearl Tower made of glass. I really wanted to buy one, but my mother thought it was too expensive, so she didn't buy it. I went upstairs with my mother, and I saw a door. I thought it was an ordinary door. I felt a little dizzy as soon as I entered. When you come out, you can't go in until you are seventeen. My mother and I walked back to the first floor and went home with my mother. It is really meaningful to see the beautiful scenery of the Oriental Pearl Tower this summer.

The story of summer In spring, a kind of green emerged from the ground. In summer, the ground is covered with a thick layer of bright green grass, as if it were painted with varnish. So fresh and beautiful. The willows in the street also hung their heads shyly, and the branches swayed back and forth in the wind.

At noon in summer, it is very hot, the walls and the ground are particularly dazzling, and it is very hot around. At this time, an old woman picking up garbage is absorbed in her work-picking up garbage meticulously, while picking it up, she keeps chanting: "One corner and two corners ..." She is also carrying a bag much bigger than her. It's bulging, and it's estimated that it's not light.

The hottest afternoon in summer arrives at one o'clock. I happened to go out to buy cold drinks at that time and saw the old woman carefully "Taobao" in the trash can. At this time, Sun seemed to be bluffing and said, "Let me show you what I can do!" Radiated a lot of light and heat, and the straight body of the grass bent down.

There are few people in the street, and soon they will sweat like rain under the "caress" of the sun. I looked at the old woman. She must be sweating. But he refused to spend a penny for himself. "Alas ..." I sighed, and I looked at her as I walked along. She scoured the trash cans one by one. You will get a dime or two every time. She seems very happy.

Gradually, I am getting farther and farther away from that old woman. Looking at her back from a distance. I can only see a big bag, tightly pressed on a rickety body, which must be an old man abandoned by his children!

Despite the contempt of the world and the eyes of * * *, she is determined to be a self-reliant person instead of relying on others because she is eighty. This is a strong old man! It is still sunny this summer. I hope the towering trees can block some sunshine and be more green!

C. Describe the story of summer

This summer vacation, in the scorching heat, after a bumpy journey, my parents and I arrived at my grandparents' home. Every morning, we can drink delicious soybean milk. I really want to know how to make soybean milk, so one morning, I watched my aunts grind soybean milk and make tofu with great interest.

It's not easy to eat good tofu. First, soak the soybeans in water and let the beans "take off" their clothes; Then put the swollen soybeans into a stone mill with appropriate amount of water, and push the stone mill to grind into raw soybean milk. I felt very hard when I helped my aunt push the stone mill, but I felt very fulfilled when I saw pure white raw soybean milk flowing out of the stone mill. Step 2, pour the ground raw soybean milk into a filter bag, filter out the bean dregs, and squeeze out pure soybean milk; Then put the pure soybean milk into a pot and boil it. In this way, the cooked soybean milk is ready. Fill a bowl with a little sugar, which is especially fresh and pure. The third step is to "change" the cooked soybean milk into tofu. First, add gypsum water to the cooked soybean milk and stir it a little, and it will become tofu pudding. Then take out the square mold and put the filter cloth into the mold. Then pour the tofu pudding in. After a while, wrap the tofu in the mold with a filter cloth, cover it with a board, press on a heavy object, and drain the water, and it will become a piece of snow-white tofu. The most important thing in this step is to add a proper amount of gypsum water, otherwise the tofu will not taste good.

After watching the whole process of tofu making, I not only learned the basic methods of tofu making, but also realized the meaning of "a little hardship".

Drink soybean milk and eat tofu at noon. Don't you think this is killing two birds with one stone? Today, I tasted the joy of making tofu myself in summer. Learning to make tofu is my biggest gain this summer vacation.

D. Ask a love story about summer.

/kloc-summer mood of 0/7 years old

/kloc-In the summer of 0/7 years old, Song Liang fell madly in love with keeping a diary. Dense words recorded his millet, and faint sadness was his only mood. The diary contains Xiaomi's clothes and hairstyle, as well as who she walked with and what expression she used when she spoke. . . . . .

Crazy diary writing makes his writing advance by leaps and bounds, and his poems are often published in the school newspaper. The students asked Song Liang who he was writing for, but he just smiled and said nothing.

Xiaomi's home is three blocks away from Song Liang's. In those days, because of Xiaomi, the community he rarely went to became familiar and cordial. He always goes there for a walk when he is free. And every time I see her, Song Liang will quickly lower her head, afraid to look into her eyes, as if she could see through the secrets hidden in her body with a gentle sweep. This time, every time he came and hid, the eyes that were deadlocked on Xiaomi were captured by her. Xiaomi looked at him and smiled slightly after a short indecision; "Are you Song Liang?"

At that moment, Song Liang's heart choked, and then she was hit by happiness: she actually knew her name. A brief panic made Song Liang forget the prologue he had imagined thousands of times. He just looked at Xiaomi and smiled shyly.

Xiaomi looked at him with a smile: "Your poem is beautiful." Song Liang whispered, "Really?" Xiaomi said, "Really, I like it." Song Liang wants to say: Those poems are for you. But he just said, "I can write you a lot if you like." Xiaomi gradually stopped laughing and said, "Song Liang, you should study hard. When we go to college, we will grow up. " At some point, Xiaomi ran away, and Song Liang stood for a long time, thinking about the meaning of Xiaomi's sentence. How much meaning does that sentence contain when he grows up? After all, has Xiaomi seen through all its secrets?

In the following days, Song Liang studied hard. His father and mother said: Song Liang is very sensible and knows how to study hard. Only Song Liang knows. He is just thinking that one day in the future, he will be in the same university as Xiaomi, and he can still see Xiaomi bouncing in the shade between the entrance and exit.

Song Liang, 19 years old, has grown taller. He is like a sapling with enough ability. When the spring breeze blew, he shouted and spread all the dense branches. However, millet is like a flower that has already formed. Two years of growth have made all the details perfect. Her beauty is peaceful and meticulous, like snowflakes fluttering on a windless night. There are many melodious marks between her eyebrows and eyes, which Song Liang likes, and gradually grow long, just like the wine in the luminous cup, flashing amber luster.

The time to fill in the college entrance examination volunteers is getting closer and closer, and Song Liang is getting more and more anxious. He really wants to know which city college melodious Xiaomi will choose, and choosing Xiaomi is his future direction. Want to ask, always have no courage, anxiety and hesitation, on the boulevard in front of Su's house, his shadow often lingers. At that time, I finally saw Xiaomi coming, and Song Liang got up the courage to meet him.

Xiaomi will definitely look at him and study hard for a year, as if the heavy books have pushed Song Liang out of his mind. For a long time, she narrowed her obviously short-sighted eyes and said, Song Liang.

Song Liang blushed: "Corn, which university do you think is the best?"

At this moment, someone upstairs shouted, "Corn." Looking up solemnly, he quickly said, "Peking University. My mother called me, Song Liang, goodbye. " Simi hurried home, the street was full of spring breeze, and Song Liang's happiness came completely. If Mimi is optimistic, she must have passed the exam.

That year, Song Liang leaned against Peking University and received the admission notice. The first thing Song Liang wants to tell Xiaomi is that she also wants to know whether she has been admitted. I didn't see Xiaomi. Her mother told Song Liang that Xiaomi had been admitted to Fudan University. Because she likes literature. Song Liang said slowly, Oh, getting lost is a little desperate. Walking home slowly, Song Liang opened the drawer, which contained a diary with a code of 10. Every word was a trace of his soul on the road to youth, for this girl named Xiaomi. I think that being admitted to the same university as Xiaomi is his first gift to Xiaomi, but it is impossible.

A few days later, Song Liang stood in front of Su Mi's house with a diary of 10 and said, "Su Mi, it's for you." My face suddenly turned red. Xiaomi was very strange, so he dipped his finger in water and said, "What?" Song Liang carefully removed the water droplets: "You will know after reading it."

Xiaomi took it and said with a smile, "There is just a long summer vacation, which is enough for me to finish reading them." Song Liang's heart fell back gently. At that moment, he was so afraid of being rejected.

Pile the diary in bad corn, and shy young people will praise it. Unscrew the stair railing, unprecedented relaxed, like a pigeon with transparent feathers spread out in the clear sky of Wan Li, flying happily and lightly. A summer vacation becomes long because of expectation.

The day of reporting to school is coming. That day, Song Liang gingerly knocked on the door of Xiaomi's house. It is a clever boy who opens the door. Song Liang's heart sank and asked, "Is Xiaomi there?"

The boy turned around and shouted, "Xiaomi, someone is looking." Xiaomi wiped her wet hair with a towel and saw Song Liang. "Xiao Qi, let Song Liang in quickly."

Song Liang sat flat on the sofa, looking at Xiaomi all the time, and the feeling of being unknown floated up slowly. Xiaomi pointed to the boy: "Xiao Qi, get Song Liang something to drink." The boy named Xiao Qi opened the refrigerator, took out a can of coke and threw it to Song Liang. There was a hint of ambiguity in his faint smile: "Xiaomi, I'll blow-dry your hair, or you'll miss the movie at 6: 30."

The hair dryer buzzes, Xiao Qi's fingers skillfully pass through Xiaomi's black hair, and the room for three people looks lonely and dreary. All this is really painful for Song Liang. Finally, the hair dryer stopped sobbing, and Song Liang said with difficulty, "Have you seen Xiaomi?"

Xiaomi's expression paused and then said, "Oh, I've been crazy for a summer vacation. I just want to get back the time I didn't play before, but I haven't taken care of it yet."

Song Liang's heart, heavy, painful, or lucky, squeezed into it together. "I'd better take it back."

Xiaomi agreed, went into the bedroom and carried it out. When she handed it to Song Liang, she asked, "What? So heavy? "

Song Liang said, "I wrote a poem. I remember you said you liked it, so I just wanted you to see it. "

Xiaomi said, "Oh, you wrote so much?"

Song Liang said goodbye and turned to go out. Tears welled up in my eyes. In the summer from 17 to 19, Song Liang wrote 10 diary for two years, which was his love alone and had nothing to do with Xiaomi. Perfection only lies in one's own mood, just fine.

E. The short story about summer is a great inspiration.

1. Broken jar

Once upon a time, there was a man carrying a very beautiful jar on the road. He was walking. Accidentally, with a bang, the jar fell on a big stone on the side of the road and suddenly became a piece. Passers-by saw it and cried, feeling sorry for such a beautiful jar being broken into pieces. But the man who smashed the jar as if nothing had happened, without turning his head or looking at the jar, continued on his way.

At this time, passers-by were surprised. Why is this person so free and easy? What a beautiful jar! What a pity to break it! Some people even doubt whether this person's nerves are normal.

Afterwards, someone asked the man why he did it.

The man said, "Why do you miss a broken jar?"

Truth: Free and easy is a super enjoyment to get rid of loss and pain. If you lose it, you lose it. Why miss it? If nostalgia is useful, why continue to work hard?

Stone on the road

King Ferdinand decided to choose one of his ten Wang Zizhong as his heir. He privately told a minister to put a "boulder" on a road with water on both sides. Anyone who wants to cross this road has to face this "boulder" and either push it away, climb over it or bypass it. Then, the king asked the princes to cross the road one by one and sent a secret letter to a minister as soon as possible. The princes finished their task quickly. Ferdinand first asked the princes, "How do you deliver letters?"

One man said, "I climbed that boulder."

One said, "I went by boat."

Others said, "I swam."

Only the little prince said, "I ran across the street."

"Didn't that boulder stand in your way?" Ferdinand asked.

"I gave it a hard push with my hand and it rolled into the river."

"Why do you want to push such a big stone with your hands?"

"I just tried," said the little prince, "but when I pushed it, it moved."

F. Ancient poems describing spring and summer. The main idea of this story is

First of all, spring:

meng haoran

Spring Morning

In the spring morning, I woke up easily.

Birds are singing everywhere around me.

But now I remember that night, that storm,

I wonder how many flowers have been broken.

Xiao Chun shows us a spring scene in the early morning after the rain. It seems dull, but it has infinite charm. Don't write flowers, don't write intoxicating fragrance, just use a few strokes to outline the deep spring that you felt at that casual moment. Poets cherish spring because of love, and spring because of love, concise and sincere. From "but now I remember that night, that storm", we can imagine the splendid spring scenery with birds and flowers.

translate

Spring is a good sleep, and it will dawn before you know it;

I suddenly woke up and there were birds singing everywhere.

Confused at night, there seems to be a rustle;

Oh, it's stormy. How many flowers have fallen?

Liu Yong Tanghe Zhangzhi

Jasper dressed up as a tree,

Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down.

I don't know who cut off the thin leaves,

The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

The new willow jade is like a jade carving, and countless tender wickers hang down like ribbons. Who cut the slender willow leaves? It turns out that the spring breeze in February is a magical pair of scissors.

Comments: The author's observation is meticulous, the metaphor is novel, the imagination is unique, the language is simple and fluent, and there is a strong spring between the lines.

Second, summer.

Jiangnan hanyuefu

Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, so there is no lotus leaf.

Fish hits the lotus leaf, fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west,

Fish hit the south of the lotus leaf, fish hit the north of the lotus leaf.

Translation:

It's the season of picking lotus in Jiangnan again, and the leaves are closely connected.

Fish play in the middle of the lotus leaf, fish play in the east of the lotus leaf and fish play in the west of the lotus leaf.

Fish play in the south of the lotus leaf, and fish play in the north of the lotus leaf.

(Note: The last five sentences have the same meaning, all of which mean that fish are playing among lotus leaves. The juxtaposition of east, west, north and south is the technique of "fu" in the Book of Songs.

Explanation:

This article is a love song combined with labor. Poetry uses metaphors and puns that are common in folk love songs, takes the homonym of "lotus" and "pity" as a symbol of love, and uses the splash of fish in the lotus leaf as a metaphor for the happy scene of young men and women falling in love in the works. Fresh and healthy style. The first three sentences of this poem outline a vivid Jiangnan landscape. The last four sentences are juxtaposed with the east, the west, the north and the south, and the orientation change is based on the swimming of fish, which is vivid, natural and interesting. Sentences are repeated and slightly changed, which is the traditional technique in the Book of Songs. Used here, it is more reminiscent of lotus pickers boating, singing and corresponding scenes in the lake. None of the words in the poem directly describe people, but through the description of lotus leaves and fish, we can hear their voices, see their people, feel a kind of vitality and appreciate the inner joy of lotus pickers.

Lakeside temple at dawn

Year: Song Author: Yang Wanli Genre: Four Musts

It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.

Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

To annotate ...

[Note] (1) Jingci Temple: On the south bank of West Lake in Hangzhou today. (2) after all: after all, eventually. (3) Four seasons: Four seasons.

Whether it is the West Lake in June or not, the unique scenery is different from other times. Lotus leaves are all over the lake, and the green lotus leaves are endless, extending to the distant place where water and sky meet. Lotus leaves reflect sunlight and present a distinctive brilliant red.

Third, autumn.

Travel in the mountains

Du Mu

In the distance, there are cold mountains, oblique stone paths and people in the depths of white clouds.

Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

[translation]:

Along the winding path up the mountain, deep in the white clouds, there are people. I stopped the car because I like the late autumn scenery in Fenglin. Maple leaves dyed with autumn frost are more colorful than spring flowers in February.

Through the maple leaves, the whole poem writes the warm breath of late autumn.

[Appreciation] This poem is about autumn scenery seen in the mountains, and the last two sentences are particularly beautiful. Therefore, Huang Sheng's "Don't Find Gold in Tang Poetry" says that "there is a picture in the poem" and it is a "travel map of autumn mountains". The word "sit" in the poem is interpreted as solving, not sitting down. "Frost leaves are redder than February flowers" has been praised as a "true sentence" by predecessors, because it fulfilled the previous meaning and showed us a maple forest in autumn. You see, under the autumn sun, the maple leaves are about to drip, and the layers of forest are all dyed, which is more beautiful than the spring flowers in February! Through this piece of red, people see that autumn has the charm of spring. Can you not feel relaxed and happy and linger?

Tianjin Sha Qiu Si

Ma Zhiyuan

The old vine is a faint crow, the small bridge is a small family, and the old road is a thin horse. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

Translated text

Dead vines twine around old trees, and crows returning home at dusk perch on branches. Under the small bridge, the water is gurgling, and there are several beside it. On the ancient and desolate road, the autumn wind is bleak, and a tired thin horse carries me forward. The sun is setting slowly, and people who are sad and heartbroken are still wandering around the world.

The first painting is *** 18 with nine nouns, without empty word, which is natural and fluent, with rich connotations. With his skillful artistic skills, the author bathed nine different landscapes in the afterglow of the sunset, presented them to us in a "montage" brushwork like a focal plane, and brought the readers into the late autumn season at once: several dead vines were wrapped around several bald trees with yellow leaves. We can imagine that crows can still have old trees to return to, but wanderers are homeless. How miserable and helpless it is! Next is a small bridge, flowing water, and a small farmhouse with faint smoke. The rural scenery in which such people live is so quiet and sweet, comfortable and carefree. All this can't help but remind the wanderer of the bridges, flowing water and relatives in his hometown. Here, the sad feelings are written in the happy scene, which sets off the helpless sadness of the wandering wanderer.

In the second painting, we can see that in the bleak autumn wind, on the lonely ancient road, a wanderer suffering from homesickness rides a long-delayed thin horse and wanders into the distance in the heavy twilight. At this time, the sun sets, scattering a bleak oblique light. This is the reunion moment when birds return to their nests, cattle and sheep return home and people return home. However, the wanderer is still "the end of the world is reduced." At this moment, this situation, a wandering in a foreign country, in the face of such a bleak and desolate scene, how can it not be sad, heartbroken and heartbroken! The heart of a wandering wanderer drops blood in the autumn wind. ...

It is with such a short ditty that Ma Zhiyuan expresses its indescribable connotation, vividly portrays the sad inner world of a wanderer and gives people a shocking artistic feeling.

Fourth, winter.

Xue Jiang

liu zongyuan

There are no birds in the mountains,

A thousand roads without footprints.

A boat, a bamboo cloak,

Fishing alone in a cold boat.

[translation]

In Fei Ying, there are no birds in the rolling hills.

All the traces that are hard to find on the road.

On a lonely boat,

There is a fisherman in Dai Li.

Fishing alone in the cold snow.

[opinion]

This poem truly reproduces a quiet, cold, pure and silent natural scene by line drawing, and shows it.

The poet's political frustration, depression and distress.

Du fu, soldier vehicle store

Vehicles roared, soldiers sang, and soldiers and arrows were tied to their waists. My parents, my parents, my wife and children all ran to see them. When they marched, the dust covered the sky and they couldn't see xian yangqiao. They ran after you, crying, pulling your sleeve and crying to the sky.

And every time a bystander asks you a question, pedestrians click on the frequency. Some people go to the north of the Yellow River at the age of fifteen, even if they go to the western border to open up wasteland at the age of forty. Long in the middle, the hair is tied up with a headscarf, and when I come back, I am bald and guarding the border. Countless border guards shed blood and sacrificed to form seawater, and the concept of border defense in Huang Wu has not stopped. Haven't you heard that there are hundreds of villages covered with vegetation in 200 states east of Huashan Mountain? Even if a strong woman plows the field with a hoe, nothing will grow on the crops in the field. Moreover, the soldiers of the Qin Dynasty can fight hard, and there is no difference between chickens and dogs when they are rushed to fight. No matter what demands are made on them, does the soldier dare to expand his hatred? Just like this winter, we didn't stop the soldiers west of Hangukou from enlisting. The county magistrate urgently urges people to pay taxes. Where does the tax come from? If you really know that boys are a bad thing, you might as well have a girl. Girls can also marry their nearest neighbors, and boys will die in battle.

Didn't you see Qinghai Head, where all the old bones were abandoned? The new ghost complained that the old ghost cried the loudest in the stormy dark sky.

Translated text

Vehicles rumbled, horses rustled, and soldiers went out with bows and arrows hanging from their waists. My parents, wife and children all came to see me off.

G. What are the stories about summer?

Summer night blisters

Lift a long pole,

Back where the grass is greener,

Full of stars,

Play songs in a starry place.

But I can't play songs,

Quiet is a farewell flute;

Summer insects are also silent for me,

Silence is the bubble tonight!

Poetry in summer

Rain washes the summer sky.

The faint blue color reveals the loneliness of a place.

Write the story of that year.

Play it back like an old movie without leaving the scene.

You said I'm sorry, I love you, and then you cried.

I don't know what to do. I can't help dreaming that my sadness will stay.

Since the first summer after you left.

I try to record things about you and me in the most beautiful poems.

Helpless fingertips are cold

Can't write warm words

Oh, baby, but I still don't understand.

I don't understand why you chose to leave.

Do I have to wait any longer?

The leaves of the plane floated by the roadside, and the green moonlight lingered outside the door.

One day the lost heart will come back.

Modern poetry

H. a brief introduction to idiom stories about summer

Summer insects are far from ice. A big tree and a bug describe the coldness of ice and the cruelty of winter. But the bug died in the summer. I don't believe it at all. You can talk for a long time by making up your own stories.

First, summer story composition

It is very hot in summer. God seems to have a fever, and his temperature is above 35 degrees! The sun is like a fireball, scorching the earth, the air is sultry and the ground is hot. Animals can enjoy summer very well. Dogs hide in the shade, sticking out their long tongues and panting as if they had just finished a marathon. The fish soon surfaced, bubbling; Buffalo also "pedal" into the water, even if it dies in the water, it will not come out; Do your best. "I know, I know!" I cried quietly. The buttonwood trees on the roadside stood there listlessly, without a trace of wind, and the leaves were motionless and covered with thick ash. The flowers in the sun will wither in a few minutes. People also hide at home like monsters. People in the house don't feel well either. Those with air conditioning turn on the air conditioner, those without air conditioning directly blow the electric fan, and some keep shaking the cattail leaf fan.

Summer is happy. Hot summer is a good time for swimming. The irrepressible children have rushed to the swimming pool like rockets in twos and threes. They quickly changed their clothes, "plop!" 1, has rushed into the pool. Swimming rings bloom on the swimming pool like flowers. Children are like lively and lovely ducklings, swimming around freely. They have so many tricks! Some are swimming butterflies; Some are breaststroke; Others are swimming backstroke! The swimming pool will always be the Garden of Eden in our hearts. The children laughed, shouted and shouted, and the sound of "cool" and "cool" was endless. The adults couldn't help it any longer, and jumped into the water to play with the children, as if they had returned to their innocent and beautiful childhood. How happy they are!

Summer is beautiful. People's soldiers fight in the front line of flood fighting, guarding the levee and protecting the property safety of Daiyue people. The sun is like fire in summer, and the ground temperature is above 50 degrees. As soon as I went out, the heat wave rolled and the road was like the equator. The traffic police stood upright in the scorching sun and meticulously maintained traffic. Every movement of them is so natural and unrestrained and standardized. Under the correct command of the traffic police, the roads were orderly and no traffic accidents occurred. The traffic police is like a monument, how sacred it is! I am in awe. Although their figures are small on the road, they are the tallest people in my heart. City builders sweat profusely for building a beautiful home and step up construction. Under the scorching sun, they are paving roads and bridges and building tall buildings ... When the steel bar reaches 60 degrees, it will burn blisters to the touch. Their skin was tanned. The stronger the sunshine, the happier they are at work. Cleaners, postmen ... they work without regrets in the hot sun for our beautiful life. They are the most beautiful scenery in summer.

Summer is hot, happy, beautiful and colorful. I praise you, summer …

Tick tock, tick tock. It is raining cats and dogs outside the window. Oh, I see it. It is the footsteps of summer.

She walked softly into the mountain. The mountains suddenly seem to be covered with a layer of pure white silver gauze. Mountain, blurred; Books and trees are blurred. This catkin-like rain fairy floated down and instantly swallowed up Wan Li Castle Peak. Ah, spring-unrestrained.

Slowly, she stepped into the field. Her beautiful figure is flying everywhere in the field. She played happily with Uncle Tian, splashing high, just as she laughed like a clear spring. It began to rain heavily. Isn't it her silvery laughter? Oh, summer.-Frankly.

Slowly, she walked into the campus. Innocent children happily threw themselves into the arms of summer and greeted her with lark-like laughter. On campus, handfuls of small umbrellas printed with Mickey Mouse have been propped up one after another; A pair of petite feet flapping the spray, how comfortable it is! Some creative children hold umbrellas high and spin quickly. The rain that hit the cement splashed out one after another, splashing a pool of lovely laughter. Ha, summer.-interesting.

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I don't know how long it will take before the rain stops. Grandpa Sun can't wait to stick his head out. The little girl by the river beside the field pulled her mother's skirt and pointed at the sun in the sky with her little hand: "Mom, mom, look!" " Grandpa Sun has changed and become more kind! Mother stopped her work and gently stroked the little girl's head: "Look, this is the summer sun. Summer is coming! "

Yes, summer has come and a new and vibrant season has begun. Although summer is not as gentle as spring, autumn is so cool and winter is so white, her sweet sunshine and warm wind are unparalleled.

Friends, have you seen the footsteps of summer?