Beautiful Prose Summer Time: Summer time is full of happiness.
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Spring has passed and ushered in a dry and sultry summer.
Early summer, my favorite early summer. The balcony is sunny, and the golden light is all over my body. I was baptized by the sun. Rhododendrons in full bloom, clusters, like concubines in the harem, this one is wearing a pink dress and smiling shyly, like a girl of seventeen or eighteen meeting a handsome man for the first time; That one, dressed in a purple robe, is dignified and beautiful, like a rich young woman of twenty, who knows books and manners and is not afraid of life, so as to be comparable to other rich girls; The other, wearing a big red rockhopper and a crimson robe fluttering in the wind, is majestic and talented, like a princess at an imperial wedding, with extraordinary charm and extraordinary bearing. How gorgeous and beautiful.
Ye Er is greener, as green as the deep sea, as bright as waves and as pure as a clear stream.
Lotus blossoms are more vigorous and colorful. That flower, in bud, is white and pink, like a teenage girl; That flower, pure pink; That flower is half-open, like a beautiful and weak girl; That flower, white and flawless, is like a lotus fairy on earth; That flower, full of body, should have been reincarnated from the Tang Dynasty thousands of years ago. That flower seems to be a sister's maid of honor, a green leaf; Is that flower, shyly hiding by the pond, avoiding the pursuit of men? That flower seems to be sleeping quietly? There are many kinds, so beautiful!
The yellow skin on the ground was dried by the scorching sun and turned into a pile of dark gray nutrients. The cleaning aunts have worked hard, sweeping the fallen leaves scattered by the wind into a pile, and then carrying them into the trash can again and again with brooms and shovels. The wind is blowing, piles of leaves are flying all over the sky, piles of fallen leaves are floating again, and aunts still take pains to clean them over and over again.
The rain in early summer, without chill, has a cool feeling. Showers or thunderstorms are common. It is no longer like a spring rain. That rain, like pearls, like sweat, is a pearl curtain shining with silver light! Sometimes, I really want to stand in the rain without an umbrella. The wind blows on my face and the heavy rain rages on my body. I want to drown my troubles, loneliness and emptiness in this rain curtain. No, it should be said that the storm washed away my full scars, like the newborn's baptism ceremony, which injected me with new hope and courage.
It's early summer! Kapok fell, and white cotton wool flew everywhere, like snow all over the sky in winter. What a beautiful scenery! The child is naughty and naive, chasing cotton wool, blowing and grasping. Kapok has medicinal effects. Children like to pick them up, collect them, string them into flowers with ropes and put them on the balcony to dry. When summer comes, they can make soup with kapok to clear away heat and damp.
In early summer, when the morning dawns, the songs of birds become more diverse. Crisp, euphemistic, sharp and deep, just like a staff. Miss Xia conducted this group of singers and sang the mood of early summer, a little agitated, a little excited and a little excited. Yes, birds, sing, sing people's desires, sing people's feelings!
In early summer, with the roar of machines, the construction site started again; The song was loud and clear, and the students sang the national anthem under the solemn national flag. People began to sweat and dance square dance, and the beautiful early summer life was about to begin again! Seedlings are beginning to grow, flowers are competing to open, and the charming fragrance is going to float into people's noses again!
The damp and moldy days are gone forever, and clothes can be dried again!
Spring, farewell! In early summer, people began a year of hard work with hope!
Early summer is a hot time and a hot scene, and people have to go to work in the scorching sun. Students sweat profusely on the playground, run violently and release all their passion! You might as well shout and jump in the rain and sweep away your sadness at once.
In early summer, we must spend it beautifully and diligently in order to usher in a fruitful autumn!
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The sun is roasting the earth like a steamer, and everything is burning with a blazing flame, shaking like a colorful picture in the smoke. The green world grows more vigorous in the heat wave, and the hot air rotates and hesitates in the green leaves. Palm trees swaying in the wind look lazy and intoxicated under the golden light of the scorching sun, which makes people feel dizzy.
I woke up and went to the balcony to hang clothes, and soon I was sweating. My forehead, eyes and neck are covered with glittering and translucent sweat, and a thin white coat is tightly attached to my back. A smell of coquettish sweat floated up and I blew my nose with my familiar body odor, but I didn't feel bored. I just don't like the sweltering heat of sweating and the uncomfortable feeling of sweating slipping around. Immediately closed the balcony door, turned on the air conditioner, and sat comfortably in front of the computer to browse the web.
I closed the curtains and turned on the light. In the gap, I saw clothes swaying in the wind, palm trees bowed to me and said foolishly, ha ha, ha ha, hello, come out and play with me! ? At this time, they feel like clowns in the circus, staggering, nodding, leaning back, shaking hands and bending over, which is very interesting.
In the hot sun, people wear sunscreen, hats or umbrellas and walk on the hot road. That kind of discomfort, that kind of suffering, is beyond me. I have lived in a campus with four seasons like spring since I was a child. In spring, colorful flowers bloom and red flowers become green and charming. In autumn, the cool breeze blows gently, the leaves fall, and the refreshing and pleasant maple leaves are red; In winter, the cold wind is frostless, and the green leaves are still in full bloom in bauhinia; In summer, the green birds are singing and the fruit is sweet and fragrant! Although there are still traces of four distinct seasons, it doesn't melt like the four seasons in the north. It is dry in summer, heavy in autumn and snowy in winter! The four seasons in our south have traces of life in summer, and they all have the same youthful vitality as summer, but to different degrees.
In fact, the scenery in summer is charming and energetic! Why don't you walk around the campus and enjoy it? About 35 friends, walking under the green trees. Pedestrians on the road, men in short-sleeved clothes and sweatpants, jogging on the playground, sweat soaked their hair and clothes, but I have never seen any season that makes people so radiant and satisfied; The girls are wearing cool gauze skirts of various colors, and their smart and soft hair is tied up. The faint perfume wafted in the wind and passed into our nostrils. It was very fragrant. It's even more attractive to wear those elegant and fashionable high heels. The sun is shining, and the white asphalt road shines through the shadows of trees. The grass keeps growing, bright and green, closely connected with each other, dense, eye-catching, dazzling and full of vitality! Long grass, it's a green ocean! Two rows of lush banyan trees, with lush foliage and different postures, look from a distance, like soldiers in green military uniforms, guarding the quiet and peaceful campus; Another example is a girl with a cloud of sideburns, all kinds of head shapes, as varied as clouds, each with its own beauty.
Lotus in the lotus pond is extremely vigorous, colorful, enchanting and holy. The lotus leaf in Tian Tian looks as smooth as a jade plate, and the leaves are also condensed with sparkling water drops like diamonds, which are crystal clear and refreshing! The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue and the wind is blowing. Lotus leaves are swaying and graceful, rolling like waves, and dancing freely and fully. Suddenly, I heard the sweet voice of birds, as clear as a silver bell, and the song was filled with incomparable joy. Looking for fame, I saw a bird with gray-green fur lying on the telephone pole and looking around, full of feathers, flexible eye movements, looking around, and extremely cute. The crisp and clear songs of birds penetrated the impenetrable wall, and the voice of nature was as weak as the warmth of water. Sweet voice, crisp voice, sweet voice, emotional voice! Cicada makes its unique summer song. Cha cha. ? I cried regularly, hehe, this is the unique taste of summer: hot and emotional, deep and fresh! Loud and full of surging life! This is the changeable summer! Two crows flew from the tree to the telephone pole, opened their mouths, called a few times and flew back to the tree. Can't they resist the temptation of summer colors and fly higher from the Bird's Nest to feel the charm of summer? !
Suddenly, the thunder was loud, the sky was a little dark, the wind blew, the trees danced, the birds returned to their nests, and the bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky and hit the skin. That's so cool. The wind is refreshing, blowing through our hair, and we are cheering and jumping in this summer rain?
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The moonlight is beautiful, smooth as a mirror, leaning against the window alone, the night is dignified, the stars are shining, the wind is blowing, and the shadows are swaying. It's early summer, cicadas croak, but the night is sad and empty. The darkness of the night swallowed my heart for no reason, and the beauty of the night was already sad. Sighing at the moon, feeling melancholy, recalling the past, dripping in my eyes.
It's also an early summer night. The night sky is starry, the moonlight is like a mirror, and the old house is red brick and green tile. Although it is dark at night, it is a testimony to our happy life. After dinner, mom tidied up her black hair, dad washed the dishes, and then went out to stretch, breathe fresh air and enjoy the unique peace and family happiness in early summer nights.
That night, I sat on my father's generous shoulders and felt that his shoulders were like mountains and his hair was shiny. I like the oily feeling. His hair is thick and hard. I like to take a rubber band and tie a pigtail on his head. Father is not annoyed, and seems to enjoy his daughter's touch. Mother stood by, smiling sweetly, looking at me tenderly, sometimes touching my little skull, and sometimes teaching me to sing. When I walked into the dark Woods, I was very scared. The shadow reflected by the shade on the ground bares its teeth, and the moonlight shines on the shape of the distant branches, like a devil's hand. The wind is blowing, as if to devour the young me. I almost cried and screamed with fear. My father grabbed my hand, shook it, taught me to sing, and my mother patted me on the back and gave me gentle comfort. No, no, good boy, good boy! ? Father's singing and mother's whispering drove away the fear in my heart and restored the original peace and happiness.
In front of the old house, there is a clearing where a long stone is firmly placed. The family often have dinner, sit there, look at the moonlight and stars, and talk about strange stories and life experiences. On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, the moonlight is bright, big and round, so big that I can touch its smooth face as long as I jump on it. I asked my mother: What's on the moon? Mom said:? There is the Guanghan Palace on the moon, where Chang 'e and Yutu live. They have been together for many years. ? I asked curiously:? Are they lonely? They are not alone. They have each other's company, have no earthly troubles, and live carefree and free. ? Mother told me a story about the moon with her magnetic voice. ? Just like we are now? Yes, just like our family of three live together peacefully and happily. ? I nodded and continued to braid my father's hair. I have been in primary school, but I still can't change my childhood habits. My father seems to enjoy it, too, and never resists my naughty. The pigtails on his head are so dense that I am always caught by my own? Masterpiece? Laughing my head off.
That open space carries not only family, but also friendship and my happy childhood. We played hide-and-seek there. I always wandered around the open space blindfolded. When I couldn't find my companion for a while, I quietly took my blindfolded Bula down, exposing a gap in my eyes, so that I could easily see my companions hiding beside the trees and houses. Grid jumping is also a game we often play. Draw the outline of the grid in the mud with stones, then guess the fist, and the winner jumps first. Jump three squares on one foot first, and then jump two squares on both feet. When the stone is thrown there, we jump there. If we jump into that square, we will lose.
I like singing and dancing with her. She is wearing a purple dress, fair skin, oval face, bright eyes, small lips and slim figure. She is really a natural beauty. I like her beauty and her personality. She is cheerful, gentle, happy and loves to laugh. Blue sky, white clouds, breeze, sunshine, flowers, green leaves and birds are singing, we are spinning and jumping happily, and laughter echoes in the open space.
? Jian, go to bed! ? My mother's voice pulled me back from my good memories, thinking about the changes at home, the vicissitudes I experienced and my sick body, and I couldn't help but feel sad and happy. Sadly, today's life is miserable and I have lost confidence in the future. Happily, I used to have so much happiness in my childhood, but I always buried it in the deepest part of my heart and only remembered it occasionally.
I suddenly realized that life is like this, with ups and downs, and there is no stormy life in this world. The key is what attitude you choose to face life. And I understand that with the simple and happy mood of childhood and the open-minded mind of parents, our suffering is also sweet in another sense.
I thought it was another sleepless night, but tonight I slept soundly and had a beautiful dream about the moon story my mother told me when I was a child.
Beautiful Prose Summer Time: Greeting Summer Time in Quiet
Another summer, unconsciously with the breath of spring, drifted in. When my bike was driving on the road, I already felt the warmth of the sun, and the early summer came to an abrupt end with its enthusiasm.
The green flower sea on the street is connected with nature, welcoming the arrival of early summer in a calm way. It is also in this greeting that I bid farewell to the spring around me and the morning light of another life.
Looking at the traces of spring with nostalgia, what seems to have left? It seems that I suddenly realized something and opened a window in my heart. I feel that the days are so beautiful and exude a happy mood.
Every flower is so attractive and fragrant, and the breath of spring is treasured in my heart. From the change of seasons, I no longer bow my head and walk alone, knowing that it is time to appreciate the scene before me.
Once, I didn't count how many summers passed, and I didn't appreciate the scenery in summer carefully. In those obscure trivial things, I buried my feelings in romance.
Fatigue in fatigue, no one can replace anyone's trek, self-knowledge in cold and warm. Quietly find a quiet place in the corner and sympathize with the busy mood. The fog and feelings that can't be solved spread in my heart. Human feelings are warm and cold, looming in the veil. The vicissitudes of the world tell the voices of generations. Life is a passer-by in this world. No matter how you jump, you can't jump out of time. The only thing we can do is to grasp the footprint of every day and live every day to the fullest.
Life is the inside line of the four seasons. The four seasons accompany life, adding romance and changing colors to life. Every season we meet, we will have different moods. Because of the variables of life, there will be colorful customs.
When we look at the world from another angle, there will be a refraction in the polygon mirror. Life is a multifaceted person, and like the seasons of the four seasons, different roles change in it.
In such an early summer, I met with summer in a calm mood. Although I didn't shake hands with summer, I welcomed the arrival of summer with open arms.
Open the dusty summer clothes, let those clothes see the light of day again, iron them neatly and hang them in the closet, and let me count the experiences they have accompanied in the reciprocating summer, as if they were friends I have never met for a long time, and become living objects.
Think about it, it's really subtle. It is your brain that creates such opportunities for them. Let them be spiritual, and let their imaginative thoughts have a romantic background.
We met at the seaside in summer, and the sun scorched the beach, so that barefoot I hurried to the seaside to interact with the sea, so that the waves on the shore bloomed under my feet and watched them gradually recede under my feet.
The waves that come and go are rippling in various ways, and none of them are repeated. Time flies, day after day reappears in front of my eyes. My mood was suddenly influenced by the spirit of the sea, and unconsciously, the sunset dyed the horizon red.
During my stay, the afterglow of the sunset stained the sea and my body and mind, quietly feeling such beautiful scenery, intoxicated with the years, away from the love of the sunset, going home with the warmth of the sunset, and thanking summer for bringing me such a beautiful gift with gratitude.
Let me meet the summer in such a beautiful summer, shake off all the dust, hold up the parasol and walk into nature, and record the beautiful moments of the years.
Beautiful Prose Summer Time: I have a dream summer time.
Autumn is like a tree. Today's autumn is like the tip of Qiu Shu. Standing at the tip of Qiu Shu, it seems to be slipping, stabilizing our minds. We can taste the beauty of summer.
I love the days of last summer, and I love the beauty and charm left by childhood and middle-aged summer.
When the smoke rises in the morning, I wake up with gum in my eyes, pulling cloth shoes, and sometimes going to the toilet barefoot with straw. Looking up at the blue sky of childhood, the white clouds are slow and there is no movement. Outside the yard, the grass is green and the crops are green. Farmhouses are buzzing, ducks are chirping happily, white geese are walking leisurely like city dwellers, dogs are spitting scarlet tongues, cats are yawning lazily, and several jujube trees in front of the door are blooming with pale yellow flowers.
In the sound of cicadas, a mirror-like pond appeared in the east of the jujube tree forest. The children escaped from the sight of their parents who were taking a nap and walked through the water like loaches. At this time, in the south corner far from the noisy pond, there was a child swinging a two-foot wicker up and down in his hand. The wicker is tied with a thin thread two feet long, and the tail of the thin thread is tied with a big green dragonfly. The boy mumbled something, and soon another dragonfly would fly over and catch the dragonfly on the thin thread. You got it? ! To catch dragonflies, first tie the female dragonflies to attract the male dragonflies, and both catching pairs are catching the male dragonflies with their hands when they are in contact.
Boys don't know this. They catch grasshoppers, fish in cans, cut mugwort curtains to cut fish, catch frogs, catch tadpoles, catch birds with slingshots, fish in pots in ditches and rivers and touch crabs in deep ponds. That boy has never been caught by crabs in the river. Catch fish downstream after the rain.
Cattle and sheep are the boy's friends. After noon, the boy holds the cattle and sheep in his left hand and the whip in his right hand, or carries the whip on his shoulder. Cattle and sheep eat grass, boys play, and play hide-and-seek with nails and hammers (Gladiator program on TV). Sometimes cattle and sheep can't be found, so they go home and let their parents find them.
The beauty and charm of summer lies in the sudden rain, the rainbow hanging in the sky after the rain, the crystal dew on the peanut leaves, the girl's red coat, white pants, and the pursuit of boys and girls.
As the sun sets, boys ride cows and donkeys and lead sheep home. The setting sun shines on our backs like gold.
At night, we sat around the ancient well in the village, where the coolness rose, and the burning wormwood drove away mosquitoes and small flying insects for us; Not far away came the melodious shadow play of the blind uncle. On the radio, Liu Lanfang commented on Yue Fei's biography. My uncle is lying by the well talking about ghost foxes, and children who dare not go home sleep on adults' legs; In a dream? Liu Hai plays Jin Chan? Liu Hai met a beautiful girl named Jin Chan.