Summer is the beginning of life burning. Sparkling summer brings countless birds, flowers and laughter.
So what is this season like in late spring and early summer?
On the edge of the park, the willow is combing her long hair, and the winter jasmine on the edge has already withered. Instead of dark green leaves in summer, bauhinia over there is covered with trees like crazy, attracting several butterflies to fly in this purple world, which looks like a vivid "colorful butterfly map" from a distance.
It is puzzling that maple trees are also hot and red.
The maple leaf with flaming flowers was originally a symbol of autumn, but it turned red in late spring and early summer. It seems that this is the charm of late spring and early summer. Isn't the maple leaf with flaming flowers like the burning life in summer? Maple leaves not only ignite life for autumn, but also ignite life for summer, bringing a fiery summer.
In the pond, fish shuttled between the lotus leaves, showing a scene of "fish playing in the lotus leaves" From time to time, a few swallows skimmed over the water, and the water rippled.
Spring is beautiful.
Summer is beautiful.
So have you noticed the beauty of this late spring and early summer?
2. Take an essay topic with the theme of late spring and early summer.
It's late spring and early summer, and the flowers are dying. Maybe, they only bloom for one spring, yes, one spring. I stumbled into middle school with my parents' expectations. I know that the classroom I am sitting in now is Class Two, Grade One, but I don't know whether I will smile brightly or bear painful scars when I leave later. All the future is like a mist, so vague and unpredictable. Flowers fall all over the shoulders, and the wind chimes in front of the window keep swaying. I am in and out of happiness and sadness, reality and dreams, sometimes tired, sometimes awake. Report cards suddenly become so important, but so fragile, deep or shallow cracks, the wind will break.
In late spring and early summer, cicadas haven't sung yet. On the other hand, I am like a cicada with a hard molting. I picked up my old memories and forgot them at the same time. I still remember that summer was so beautiful, so ecstatic and heartbreaking. The doll beside the bed was still smiling at me happily, but I suddenly stopped laughing. Then it stayed alone in the corner of the bed for a long time until its innocent smile was almost gone. I used to like watching the blue sky, but now I dare not. It is like a mirror, and the bright blue reflects my heart. I had to stare blankly at the clouds in the sky, scattered and scattered, far and near, far and far, erratic. The paper turned yellow and I sang softly. I don't know how many listening ears I kept, but after I finished singing, no one applauded.
In late spring and early summer, the sun began to shine. The teacher talked about geometry easily on the podium, but ooxx came up to me and I could only shout "Oh, buy karma". He was so anxious that he roared at the top of his lungs. These questions are all basic, and I fainted at the bottom and called "sorry, teacher". Therefore, "chemical reaction" is indispensable. I looked at the paper with a score of 100, but I was helpless. The deskmate gloated and said, "150 points can be tested 100 points?" Tough! " I want to cry without tears!
In late spring and early summer, trees began to grow wildly. Dense leaves spread hope, and sometimes I feel that I should be strong and brave when I grow up. So, I am not afraid of all difficulties, and all my troubles are left behind. I rushed forward desperately and rushed to the unpredictable future. I ran a long way and turned around, only to suddenly find that I was just a child, a silly and naive child.
3. Writing Landscape Composition in Late Spring and Early Summer 300 Late Spring and Early Summer
I think I can do it for myself. It turned out that I was still wrong.
Finally, I fell asleep in the classroom one day and finally dreamed of you. But I was awakened by my deskmate. Do you think I am depressed?
This is the last day of the eighth week, and it's almost a quarter of an hour. It walks fast, faster than me. You can't change a person too soon. Everything will be wasted.
Others say that as long as you do it, you will prove that you still have hope. Actually, it makes sense to think about it This is the first time I said this to a person. Don't say I don't have hope for it, I don't even have illusions. . . I'm 100% sure I won't end well.
I haven't figured out why I was so nervous in the first place. I haven't even thought about my own way out. Very loyal! Before you regret it, everything disappears before your eyes. In fact, it never seems to appear in front of your eyes. . . One person can be so dead set on another person. I have nothing to say. It's just that I'm still worried about it!
Because you can't equate will with value. Why should I care whether the maximum is the maximum or the minimum? Whether the extreme value is the maximum value or the minimum value.
'''''''''''' I really got used to it after I was really embarrassed. Remember, don't need others to remind, really forgot. If the promised person forgets or doesn't know at all, then find yourself a step down and what you said doesn't count.
Three quarters of the rest of the time. Half. A quarter. After that, late spring and early summer. Time has become the antidote to the poison I am taking now.
I like it, you are my exclusive memory! I hope you are my exclusive memory! Forever! , I think.
I think I can do it for myself. It turned out that I was still wrong.
Finally, I fell asleep in the classroom one day and finally dreamed of you. But I was awakened by my deskmate. Do you think I am depressed?
This is the last day of the eighth week, and it's almost a quarter of an hour. It walks fast, faster than me. You can't change a person too soon. Everything will be wasted.
Others say that as long as you do it, you will prove that you still have hope. Actually, it makes sense to think about it This is the first time I said this to a person. Don't say I don't have hope for it, I don't even have illusions. . . I'm 100% sure I won't end well.
I haven't figured out why I was so nervous in the first place. I haven't even thought about my own way out. Very loyal! Before you regret it, everything disappears on yourself.
Thank you for giving me an article about late spring and early summer, about 400 yuan (1).
Late spring and early summer.
The sky changed from dark blue to light blue. But it's endless.
Dewdrops teetered on the grass tips, like unbearable loneliness. I'm confused in a city with many tall buildings. Neon lights flashing in this bustling city, dazzling decadence.
Dazzling and decadent, how far is it? Maybe heaven is as far away as hell.
So far away. Mo Shengtian, you and I are so far away. From love to hate. Maureen smiled at the sunshine and shed tears. The sun shines brightly.
_ _ _ _ one.
Maureen has proved it. As for what to prove, it's all for strength.
Mo Shengtian, Maureen and I will be strong, even without you. Maureen struggled to write this line, which is proof and has nothing to do with action. Maureen opened the dark blue curtain outside the window. It was late spring and early summer. Mo Shengtian shouted. The birds outside the window were shocked and Maureen smiled. Let's go, let's go. Who cares? The small flowers outside the window began to sprout, like complex broken spots.
Maureen fell on the bed with a lollipop in her mouth and an MP3 player in her ear. That's it. Maureen closed her eyes. That's it.
In this way, Maureen wondered if she would be satisfied too easily. Cheese hope, is it useful?
The lollipop in my mouth melted a little. Maureen is asleep. Will it be sweet in the dream? Dreams have become the only extravagant hopes.
_ _ _ _ two.
The silver paint of the iron gate has been peeled off layer by layer, revealing a rusty heart with a metallic taste.
Memories are like iron gates, peeling off layer by layer. So, it's over.
There is only a blank. Is boundless.
_ _ _ _ three.
Maureen pushed open the iron gate and squeaked across the ground. It's a dark brown semi-arc, one deep and one shallow.
Mrs. Rent took pains to urge her to pay the rent. She smiled and made up some grandiose reasons for "our family is having a hard time"
Mom smiled and promised, "I will pay it back in a month."
Maureen walked into the door, and her slippers clicked on the marble. Maureen walked into the room without saying a word, as if she didn't see Mrs. Rent, and then slammed the door. With a bang, the sunshine outside the window was lit through the dark blue curtain. Maureen looked up and fell on the bed. I vaguely heard Mrs. Rent say, "This child is really rude."
Maureen has a smile on her lips. Mo Shengtian, you caused all this.
The shadow outside the window covered the flowers like hope. Only despair is left in the darkness.
Maureen plugged in an MP3 player and closed her eyes. The melody in her ear has been ringing several times.
"You go?
Let me be sad in the same place alone.
Bai Niao flitted across the sky.
No matter how hard I try, I can't touch my loneliness. "
5. Articles about Late Spring and Early Summer Whenever late spring and early summer, tree after tree of Sophora japonica flowers, such as cotton wool and white clouds, bring bursts of Sophora japonica fragrance to the whole park. Strolling among the locust trees above the city wall, historical and modern painting circles will come to mind, making people linger. To the east of the park is the retreat of the lake, the flying bridges and the flowing water. The green lotus leaves are slim and graceful, making people feel like they are in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. The poem "Summer lotus is different" can't help but ripple in their hearts. Every late spring and early summer, ancient trees bloom like butterflies, emitting the fragrance that attracts butterflies. At this time, butterflies are flying in groups, and one just needs to hook his foot and hang down from the branch to the surface of the spring, forming a string of colorful butterflies. Surprisingly, people were not surprised and threw stones at them. How many literati have praised this pagoda tree since ancient times, saying that the flowers of this pagoda tree are "static butterflies" during the butterfly festival, and butterflies and flowers compete with each other and Hua Hudie dances, which is a great wonder of butterfly spring.
6. The composition in late spring and early summer is now in late spring and early summer, and that in bloom is almost the same.
Maybe, they only bloom for one spring, yes, one spring. I stumbled into middle school with my parents' expectations.
I know that the classroom I am sitting in now is Class Two, Grade One, but I don't know whether I will smile brightly or bear painful scars when I leave later. All the future is like a mist, so vague and unpredictable.
Flowers fall all over the shoulders, and the wind chimes in front of the window keep swaying. I am in and out of happiness and sadness, reality and dreams, sometimes tired, sometimes awake.
Report cards suddenly become so important, but so fragile, deep or shallow cracks, the wind will break. In late spring and early summer, cicadas haven't sung yet.
On the other hand, I am like a cicada with a hard molting. I picked up my old memories and forgot them at the same time. I still remember that summer was so beautiful, so ecstatic and heartbreaking.
The doll beside the bed was still smiling at me happily, but I suddenly stopped laughing. Then it stayed alone in the corner of the bed for a long time until its innocent smile was almost gone. I used to like watching the blue sky, but now I dare not. It is like a mirror, and the bright blue reflects my heart.
I had to stare blankly at the clouds in the sky, scattered and scattered, far and near, far and far, erratic. The paper turned yellow and I sang softly. I don't know how many listening ears I kept, but after I finished singing, no one applauded.
In late spring and early summer, the sun began to shine. The teacher talked about geometry easily on the podium, but ooxx came up to me and I could only shout "Oh, buy karma".
He was so anxious that he roared at the top of his lungs. These questions are all basic, and I fainted at the bottom and called "sorry, teacher". Therefore, "chemical reaction" is indispensable. I looked at the paper with a score of 100, but I was helpless.
The deskmate gloated and said, "150 points can be tested 100 points?" Tough! " I want to cry without tears! In late spring and early summer, trees began to grow wildly. Dense leaves spread hope, and sometimes I feel that I should be strong and brave when I grow up.
So, I am not afraid of all difficulties, and all my troubles are left behind. I rushed forward desperately and rushed to the unpredictable future. I ran a long way and turned around, only to suddenly find that I was just a child, a silly and naive child. In late spring and early summer, everything becomes so quiet, and the bright sunshine sometimes turns amber.
The demarcation point of this season is beautiful. I can hear the injury of falling flowers, and hear the sound of the sun breaking between the smiles with eyes raised and eyebrows lowered.
In the late spring and early summer, I think about my childhood over and over again, and the future comes one after another; In late spring and early summer, when I was looking forward to tomorrow hopefully, my childhood passed me by. The palette will bring up a thousand colors, and there will be a thousand moods in late spring and early summer.
Year after year, our feelings bloom here into brilliant flowers, which smile at the sun and read: "late spring and early summer, late spring and early summer!" " " .
7. Prose in late spring and early summer When all the peach blossoms in spring are in full bloom, when the tender buds extracted from wicker become stout, when the newborn birds begin to learn to fly, when the weather is getting hotter ... curtain call with skirts in spring and whistle in summer.
I always think of you, grandma, when I feel the breeze blowing across my face in late spring and early summer. You were by my side and never left.
Childhood summers are always spent at grandma's house in the country. The horn of summer has just sounded, and I am already on the bus bound for my grandmother's house. The wind blows in from the window, with a faint earthy smell. I am as happy as a little deserter.
As soon as I got to my grandmother's house, I couldn't wait to go in and yell at her. Grandma's wrinkles are full of laughter, stroking my head and magically taking out a bunch of delicious snacks to entertain me.
The small fish pond in front of my house, the big tree in front of my house, the country road not far away ... all these are my paradise, and every day I will slowly sway home until dark. Evening is the time to tell stories.
Grandma sat under the tree and shook the cattail leaf fan, so I lay on her lap and listened to her story. Moonlight is like water, and I seem to be listening to grandma's story all summer night.
Old people always have this trait, which makes everything around them quiet, like jade touched by years, heavy and moist. Even the most naughty little black dog lay quietly on one side.
I always listen to it fall asleep.
8. The scenery in late spring and early summer is near, and it smells delicious, but it is a little more dazzling. The white pear is next to it.
Standing under the flag-raising platform, they smiled and said, "I have blossomed, and the new leaves are not very dense. They just opened." There was a spring rain last night. That's tall france holly. They have lived here all the time, and it is lush. A few years later, the sky was exceptionally blue and cool. The same spring.
Put down the red pen in your hand, two French phoenix trees are spreading their leaves, clear as washing, and let go of the sadness in late spring and early summer.
Heather greeted us with crimson new leaves, looking forward to the fiery red of summer, just like greenguard guarding this spring. This year's spring came very early, deep and dignified, with its own enthusiasm. Found that a leaf is rare; Osmanthus fragrans stands quietly in the wind. I remember four years later, at the end of March last year, I felt the glory of campus spring. The dense stubble of the red-topped tree stands upright on the fence, and a row of pink cherry blossoms smiles brightly. However, in the flower bed on the west side of the teaching, it is a dark corridor attached to the wall for dozens of meters. Seeing the red flag floating under the blue sky, Magnolia grandiflora still sits majestically on the branch, not humble at all.
Walking along the cement road on the west side of the apartment building, the magpie nests on the branches are still there, and the purple precipitates.
Stroll to the south of the apartment building and wash away the lead. Purple flowers should be their struggling posture, but the trees are white. It's not the end of the month, and the leaves are very similar. They will think it is a mutated magnolia, and they will try their best to shine in spring! "But a dozen strains? On the white fence behind the forest-like red stump, I held my head high confidently in the low grass and walked hand in hand in the bright sunshine of the campus. The pace of summer is catching up too fast, and the prosperity of spring will eventually pass away, just waiting for the fragrance of autumn to be blown into light purple by the wind, grow up with the children, and set each other off with a line of golden Sophora beside the gymnasium; The top ten contributions are still green, giving us good news one by one, in full bloom, and not very high. This is the only tree that was preserved but not transplanted when the school was founded. To my surprise, I found that Mangcao did not know when to secretly beautify the mood of spring, but it was also full of news of youth.
Go around to the north of the teaching building and stop enjoying it.
I came to the north of the apartment building opposite the restaurant, probably because I paid too much.
Walk past the west side of the restaurant; Privet leaves a pale green dress shyly, and purple lilacs are swaying in the wind, just like the children in our campus, whose flowers are far more flourishing than other begonia. I don't know if the children noticed this precocious and clever flower when they were fetching water. It was pleasant and fresh. Pomegranate pulls out some tender new branches and looks at it at a glance; Iris quietly accompanied by weeds, a few thin Parthenocissus on the ground, has disappeared.
9. Poetry Creation in Late Spring and Early Summer The spring of vegetation is coming back, and all kinds of reds and purples compete for Fang Fei. -Han Yu in late spring
Jujube flowers fall in the rustling skirts, and cars ring all over the south and north of the village. -"Huanxisha" Su Shi
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. -"Little Pool" Yang Wanli
Sophora japonica turns into rain dust, cherry cheese and tastes new.
The first summer was peaceful, and the grass didn't rest.
The first summer: Xia Meng, April of the lunar calendar. Rest: prosperity and decline.
Xie Lingyun's "Swim Redstone into the Sea of Navigation" in Southern Song Dynasty
The beauty of spring is full of candles, and the summer is clear.
Spring rain: late spring. Summer harvest: early summer.
Liang, Wang, Monks and Confucian Shi Yan in the Southern Dynasties
The shade is quiet, and the solitary flowers show spring.
Lonely flower: a flower. Chun Ying: The remnants of spring have arrived in early summer.
Tang Wei Wu Ying's You Kaiyuan Jing She