Spring has gone with the fallen flowers, and summer has come with green leaves dancing in the warm wind. Below is a classic and beautiful prose description of summer that I bring to you for your enjoyment. Appreciation of the classic beautiful prose about summer: Please don’t pass, summer
Time flies by. Before I knew it, I was about to leave my happy primary school. Before I could catch the meteor-like time, it passed by quietly without leaving any trace. Over the past six years, I have lived a colorful childhood with my classmates, and a happy classroom with my teachers. Teachers and classmates, it was you who made me change from the frog in the well to the bird flying in the sky now!
Six years have passed, and I never expected that I would transform from an innocent child to a passionate person so quickly. I'm a young man, I really can't bear it!
I can't bear it, my amiable teacher! Teacher, are you reading my composition now? Do you still remember that thing? It was a scorching summer, and you just Take over our class, and all of us are still very unfamiliar with you. But by the time you finish your first class, we will no longer be strangers to you. I feel your passion for teaching from each of your wonderful and humorous new words. From each of your funny and cute actions, I can feel your care for your students. Soon I was deeply infected by you. I was infected by your enthusiasm for teaching, and I became happy to learn and tireless. I was infected by your care for us, and I became optimistic, cheerful, and self-improvement. Teacher, you have given me this. Your love for me can be compared to selfless maternal love and great fatherly love. You and I have never met, but you care for me so much. I will never forget your amiability. Teacher!
Reluctant to leave, my innocent and lovely classmates! Students, are you as reluctant to leave as I am? I think you are, and I believe you, like me, will never forget everything we did in elementary school. Recall it? It was another scorching summer. With the help of fate, we were lucky enough to meet in a sea of ??people. I think it was not an accident, but an arrangement of fate. But why, fate wants us to experience such a cruel separation! Whenever I think of the process of our struggle and study together, and the childhood days when we played happily together, I can't help but shed tears of reluctance.
Reluctant to part with the colorful primary school life. Elementary school has given me so much, and I don’t want it to get away from me step by step. It is so enjoyable to do morning exercises happily every day and go to class happily every day. I don’t deny that I had such a life when I was in junior high school, but I am sure that life at that time was far inferior to what it is now. It was like a world of difference. Elementary school will always be the best! People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes? I have understood this truth for a long time, but I have never experienced such a thing, and now I have finally experienced it. That feeling is so painful that I don't want to live, but I still want to live and wait for the moment to meet again. ?This is an ancient matter, thousands of miles away *** Chanjuan? I hope we really have this beautiful moonlight!
A cold wind blew by, chilling my heart and making me even more tired. my heart. I slowly, slowly fell asleep. Master, I see that you feel very distressed. Let me give you a wish!? I want this summer, which represents the end, to never end! Appreciation of the beautiful prose about summer, Part 2 : The Gone Summer
On summer evenings, I often walk with my mother on the country roads full of wild flowers. The afterglow of the red sun spreads on the sparkling water, adding color to the lotus leaves. Some rouge. Looking up at the blue sky, the birds are flying freely. They are flying in groups, flying, and they are so happy! Even the frogs in the field could not bear their temper and sang cheerful songs.
They danced and jumped, having a great time, as if wherever they were, it was a paradise of happiness! This was indeed extremely pleasant! Even I was driven by the notes flowing around and danced involuntarily. Boom? There was a thunderous roar from nowhere, and a gray-white arc cut through the sky. Then, the birds disappeared, the frogs disappeared, the lake dried up, and the flowers withered. It's just me, still looking at the sky dreamily, looking at the sky that is no longer blue. The whole world is shrouded in gray, with no end in sight. I was so numb that I couldn't feel the tears flowing down my cheeks and into my heart?
I frowned and endured the pain, but the tears were still flowing. It's gone, the chirping of birds, the sound of frogs, the blooming flowers, and the ripples of water. They are gone, all gone, far away from me, leaving only memories! Say goodbye, goodbye will not be too far away. Listening to this song, I fell into deep thought, thinking about the summer when I met you, That evening shrouded by the setting sun, ah! How happy, how nostalgic, and missed it was!
Maybe, we will meet each other tomorrow? Or maybe in the next summer. But those scary gray devils use their ferocious faces to erode our encounters again and again? Perhaps, only in dreams can I sleep with you, but when I open my eyes, I find that you are not actually around? I hate it, I hate it. Those smart people, for their own personal interests, will dirty you, taint you, and ruin you! Why are there so many devils who live for money in the world, and why are they willing to do anything for their own interests?
Because of their selfishness and ignorance, we parted ways! They are unforgivable criminals and slaves at the feet of interests! They are very sad, and all they have is a ferocious heart? But I always believe that in the future, One day, we will definitely be able to meet again, because I firmly believe that in this world, darkness can never beat the light! I will be here? Waiting for you, remember, our agreement? Appreciation of the beautiful prose of classic description of summer Chapter 3: Summer's Memory
Summer is here again, still so enthusiastic.
Enjoying the breath of summer, the past summer is like a picture unfolding in your mind?
My hometown is in the countryside and is a key grain-producing county. In midsummer, if you look around, you will see soybeans, millet, wheat, corn, rice, sorghum? They are all crops, and they are full of rich green. The green stretches as far as the eye can see, just like a green ocean. Pieces of farmhouses are scattered like islands in the green sea, and country roads are like floating bridges winding through them. A water channel flows through the farmland and runs from north to south. It is the etiquette that the hard-working old family members learned from their Mongolian brothers and dedicated the white hada to the green sea. The clear river water flows quietly. Under the sunlight, the water is shimmering and sparkling, making people think of the Milky Way with shining stars in the vast night sky. Look, there is a diamond inlaid on the side of the Hada! That is my family’s treasure? An artificial lake. The breeze is unable to kill the heat, and the setting sun flies up the mountain with its wings. ? Heat has been with summer since ancient times.
In July and August, the hoeing has already been started. Compared with spring, the pace of life has slowed down. After lunch, most of the people were taking a nap. A few energetic people gathered under the whirling old elm tree in the village, wearing vests and showing their tanned arms, smoking cigarettes, drinking tea, and squatting. , chattering about the peasants’ children.
Children are always so energetic that they are forced to take a nap on the kang by adults, but it is the adults who really need a rest. When mom and dad let out a steady breath, the children crept out. As a result, the country road surrounded by green gauze tents became lively.
The grasshoppers are chirping and singing summer songs in the fields and fields; dragonflies of all kinds with bright colors are flying gracefully around and overhead; a few butterflies are seen chirping and noisily The noisy children didn't know what was going on. They danced their beautiful wings and came closer to see what was going on. The occasional frog croaking reminded people not to forget their wonderful performance at night.
Most of the children have made appointments. Actually, there is no need to date.
Aqueducts and artificial lakes were built to prevent drought and to irrigate the paddy fields along the river. In summer, it naturally becomes the first choice place to escape the heat. Every summer, this is a paradise for children.
Children in the north are no better than children in the south, and most of them are "landlubbers". Most of those who can swim can only do "dog paddle" (freestyle swimming). If you can dig a few meters or more, you are considered to be proficient in water.
Summer is the peak season for rivers. The water is more than one meter deep, just between the waist and chest. It is suitable for learning water and relatively safe.
The poor water quality does not affect the fun in the water. Short-distance races, "mensha" (snorkeling) competitions, and "big tank" (holding your breath and squatting underwater) competitions were all entertainment events that we children enjoyed endlessly.
There are prizes and penalties in the competition. The loser has to smear black mud on his face, only showing his two eyes, and baring his teeth in a smile. You can imagine the funny look. . Not only that, but the winner has to be carried two laps on the shore before he can re-enter the next round of the game.
If you can’t swim, soak your hat in water, blow it up with air, and hold it in your mouth to make a lifebuoy. Most girls hold a washbasin and swim with the basin in both hands. Of course, more of it is hands-on instruction by word of mouth and example.
Learning to swim is an unforgettable fun and the most profound memory. Especially the joy when you succeed for the first time is no less than learning a survival skill. After I learned how to swim, I suddenly felt that I was much more capable. That feeling of pride will last for many days!
The weather is hot, so in addition to soaking in the water, the green gauze tent is also a good place to go.
The green gauze tent is vast and deep, like a mountain covered with dense forests, full of mystery and exuding temptation. When we go to the green gauze tent, the children like to go together in pairs. Dragon begets dragon, phoenix begets phoenix. ?Hard-working fathers raised hard-working offspring. The children did not forget the task assigned to them by their parents when they were escaping from the summer heat: digging pig vegetables.
The fertile black soil not only grows strong crops, but also produces a large number of wild vegetables. Cannabis, amaranth, mother-in-law, plantain, amaranth, celery, garlic, water mugwort? Most of these game delicacies that have been served on the dining table in spring have become the eagerly awaited dishes of piglets in this season. gourmet food.
Not only wild vegetables grow in the green gauze tent, but also tomatoes, girls and other vegetables and fruits. But the most common is a wild fruit called a star. The ripe black stars and yellow stars make people salivate just looking at them. I couldn't wait to pick a large handful, put them all into my mouth, and chewed them. As each piece of sweet mussel burst open in my mouth, the beautiful moment was sweet from my mouth to my heart. As a result, a sense of satisfaction spreads and surrounds me like this quiet atmosphere for a long time.
When the pig vegetables are almost dug out, we children often get together, sit or lie down on the spot, and while resting, we brag about our strengths, specialties, what we have seen and heard as we please? Willing to leave.
Summer is the season when fruits and vegetables are fragrant. Eating is a child’s nature. Eating home-made food always feels unsatisfying, and stolen food seems to be more delicious. "Stealing" is not an aboveboard matter in any case. From ancient times to the present, from old to young, no one agrees. But in fact, many naughty boys may have had such an experience.
No one teaches children how to steal, let alone who to steal from. But the smart children have all aimed at the same goal - the melon field of the production team.
The melon vines are short, unlike the green gauze tent that can hide people. When the old man stands in the field, he can have a panoramic view of the entire melon field. Stealing melons? Easier said than done. The painful lessons of failure teach children that if they steal, they must succeed. Otherwise, if they are caught, they will be kicked in the butt, or handed over to their parents for punishment. That's no small thing.
Since this is not easy, but you can’t resist the temptation of greedy people, what should you do? Then you have to talk about methods and strategies. The success rate of acting alone is too low. Historical experience has shown children the way forward, which is cooperation.
At that time, children often watched open-air movies, such as "Railway Guerrilla", "Plain Guerrilla", etc., and saw many combat examples on the screen. Now it’s time for actual combat. At the beginning, the melon-stealing guerrillas were divided into two groups. They looked at the old man from the front, entered the melon shack, chatted with the old man, and grabbed the old man’s attention. Waiting for opportunities to act all the way. Needless to say, this trick is really effective and has been successful several times.
However, the good times did not last long. After a few times, the old man refused to enter the house no matter what, especially when someone came. It seems that the old man is also making progress in "combat". What should I do? Seeing that there are fewer and fewer melons in the melon field, if I don’t steal them quickly, I won’t be able to eat them more often. What should we do? Alas! Yes! The children discovered that the melon field and the corn field were next to each other? A roundabout tactic.
The melon patch is right on the roadside. In order not to attract the attention of the old man, the children pretended to dig pig vegetables and passed by the melon field. Then he deliberately walked a little further, then got into the cornfield, and then carefully turned back. When you get close to the melon field, you change to crawling and crawling into the melon field?
At that time, you made up your mind to not be afraid of sacrifice, overcome all difficulties, and strive for victory. This was a widely circulated spirit among the military and civilians for people to overcome all difficulties and obstacles. mobilization order. Now, the children are returning from stealing melons, holding the trophies in their hands, and singing: Make up your mind to steal melons, climb in without fear of sacrifice, overcome all difficulties to pick big ones, strive for victory and go home early.
Not only these, there are many things we liked to do back then: catching fish by the river; catching frogs in the paddy fields; going to the mountains to trap tits with ponytails and pick up lichens? There are so many interesting things in childhood that we can recall. Not finished.
Oh, the summers of my childhood! How many summers have slipped away quietly like this.
Laughing and singing all the way.
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