Clouds poured out and poured down like ink, but a mountain range was exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashing water was like white pearl gravel, splashing on the boat. Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.
2, "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang" Yang Wanli
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.
3. Xia Yin Dai Shiping
Duck pond water is shallow and deep, and the weather is half sunny and half cloudy when plums are ripe. The East Garden is full of wine and the West Garden is drunk, and the loquat trees are golden.
4, "Early Summer Jueju" Lu You
Red and purple have become dust one after another, and the cuckoo sounds new in summer. It was during my endless journey in Sang Ma that I realized that I was a peaceful person.
5. Shi Naian in the Water Margin.
The sun is like fire, and the wild Tian He is half burnt. The farmer's heart is like soup, and the son Wang Sun shakes it.
Sentences describing summer
1. When summer comes, all the flowers in the mountains and plains are blooming, big and big, bright and lush. The grass has sprouted, green, as if painted with a layer of green paint, shining in the sun. ?
2. The weather changes in summer, and Wan Li is clear for a while; Dark clouds gather temporarily; There will be lightning and thunder later. I like the rainbow after the rain best. It spans the sky like a colorful overpass. It makes me feel like traveling in a fairyland. ?
Thunderstorms come and go in summer. When the dark clouds are blown by the wind, they scatter everywhere. After a storm comes a calm, the sun occupies the sky and shines brilliantly. The blue sky is covered with seven colors of Ayabeni. Flowers are twisted, more delicate, leaves moist and greener. ?
Xia Feng is very naughty. I walked beside Uncle Shu and found him very angry. Oh! It turned out that the wind had damaged his leaves and made him tremble with anger. Now, where did the wind go? Look! The flowers were knocked down and cried by her, and the grass was bent with laughter. ?
In summer, they hide the geese in yellow and paint them in green, which highlights their maturity. You see, the straight poplars hold their heads high, open huge umbrellas and enjoy the cool for people happily; It is also like a mighty sentry overlooking the tree-lined path, standing guard for tourists. Besides, the willows on the shore make your eyes shine. They are elegant and beautiful. When the river wind blows, they seem to lift their beautiful arms lightly, comb their long green hair carefully, and then dance lightly, giving people a feeling of youth and beauty. ?
6. At noon in summer, the children came to the park and saw round green lotus leaves. The little frog croaked and sang loudly on the lotus leaf, the little water droplets blinked on the lotus leaf, the little fish swam around under the lotus leaf, holding up the beautiful waves, and the little dragonfly stood on the lotus leaf, spreading its transparent wings. ?
7. The grass in the field is scrambling to show its little green head, and all kinds of wild flowers are competing to open, including red, white, pink and yellow ... as if nodding and smiling at us; Beautiful butterflies and bees are busy sucking nectar and collecting pollen, flying around diligently among the flowers; The willow branches on the roadside fluttered with the wind, like a dancing little girl. ?
8. With the graceful dance and the fragrance of flowers quietly leaving, Miss Chun came to the world in summer wearing a green costume with burning eyes and heavy steps. ?
9. In the summer night, I came to the field. A wonderful poetry meeting is being held in the field. Crickets, crickets, frogs and cicadas are singing heartily, while birds, fireflies and ears of rice are reading attentively. Well done! ?
10, the smell of summer and the hot years are always hard to understand. I once passed your enthusiasm, once read your affectionate and familiar feelings, but suddenly felt strange. That sincere year has been so stiff and cold since then. Can you make your dream stick to it like a sunflower, can you hold a thread like a flying kite, leave all your sadness and troubles in the wilderness, and make your poetry sincere?