Summer is red. Yang Wanli, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote in his poem: "After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from the four seasons in June; The next day, the lotus leaf is infinitely blue, and the lotus color is different. "
You see, those pink lotus flowers are like fairies bathing in the lake with veils. Shy and eager to talk, Ying Ying is about to drip, and the fragrance is floating in the wind, which is refreshing.
Some buds are sprouting; Some are in bud, and the flower bones stick out like torches; Some compete to open, revealing delicate little lotus flowers. Summer is green.
If you walk into our school, you will find the campus is covered with green: big trees and small trees are green, and the grass is green. The banyan tree is tall and straight. Looking up, a bright green leaf shines in the sun, showing endless vitality.
The French phoenix tree is as tall as the banyan tree and is also a green tree. On the branches extending around, palm-like green leaves are dense, leaving a shade for the campus. If the banyan tree is a mighty guardian on campus, then the buttonwood tree is a big green umbrella.
There are many other trees, all of which have faded from the yellow left in winter, showing the green of a tree. Summer is white.
Su Dongpo, one of the eight masters in the Tang and Song Dynasties, once wrote in "Red Cliff Nostalgia": "The rocks pass through the air, and the stormy waves beat the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow." The waves in the sea are like a large cotton field that has just cracked peaches, sparkling and endless.
Some naughty children, willy-nilly, took off their shoes, grabbed the lifebuoy from their mother and jumped barefoot into the cheering embrace of the sea. Summer is yellow.
The paddy field is golden yellow, which looks like a golden carpet from a distance. The rice grains are so full that the rice stalks are bent. Suddenly, a breeze blew and the ears of rice seemed to nod.
Needless to say, this year's early rice is definitely another bumper year. Summer is blue.
After the thunderstorm, the rain flowed quietly. I looked up and the blue sky was washed. The blue of the sky is fascinating, and it reminds me of the hard training scene of the small marine corps in the junior military academy.
I think I became a little painter, with a palette in my hand, depicting the summer scenery: red is hope; White is pure; Blue is broad; Yellow glory; Green is good for health.
2. Write a 600-word composition on the topic of summer.
Summer is colorful, as long as you feel it with your heart, you will find it very charming.
Summer is red. Yang Wanli, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote in his poem: "After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from the four seasons in June; The next day, the lotus leaf is infinitely blue, and the lotus color is different. " You see, those pink lotus flowers are like fairies bathing in the lake with veils. Shy and eager to talk, Ying Ying is about to drip, and the fragrance is floating in the wind, which is refreshing. Some buds are sprouting; Some are in bud, and the flower bones stick out like torches; Some compete to open, revealing delicate little lotus flowers.
Summer is green. If you walk into our school, you will find the campus is covered with green: big trees and small trees are green, and the grass is green. The banyan tree is tall and straight. Looking up, a bright green leaf shines in the sun, showing endless vitality. The French phoenix tree is as tall as the banyan tree and is also a green tree. On the branches extending around, palm-like green leaves are dense, leaving a shade for the campus. If the banyan tree is a mighty guardian on campus, then the buttonwood tree is a big green umbrella. There are many other trees, all of which have faded from the yellow left in winter, showing the green of a tree.
Summer is white. Su Dongpo, one of the eight masters in the Tang and Song Dynasties, once wrote in "Red Cliff Nostalgia": "The rocks pass through the air, and the stormy waves beat the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow." The waves in the sea are like a large cotton field that has just cracked peaches, sparkling and endless. Some naughty children, willy-nilly, took off their shoes, grabbed the lifebuoy from their mother and jumped barefoot into the cheering embrace of the sea.
Summer is yellow. The paddy field is golden yellow, which looks like a golden carpet from a distance. The rice grains are so full that the rice stalks are bent. Suddenly, a breeze blew and the ears of rice seemed to nod. Needless to say, this year's early rice is definitely another bumper year.
Summer is blue. After the thunderstorm, the rain flowed quietly. I looked up and the blue sky was washed. The blue of the sky is fascinating, and it reminds me of the hard training scene of the small marine corps in the junior military academy.
I think I became a little painter, with a palette in my hand, depicting the summer scenery: red is hope; White is pure; Blue is broad; Yellow glory; Green is healthy. ...
3. Write a composition on the topic of "Summer". Summer is the first beautiful cloud in the clear blue sky. It evenly penetrated the first green leaf from the bright sunshine, and began to dance in the bushes from the first dragonfly. Pigeons flying back from the air were filled with the smoke of sunset. In this way, summer is striding with heavy steps, gently breaking a pool of spring water, and the spring breeze and spring rain are gone.
In the early morning of dawn, the pond side of willow is reflected, and the grass buds are sprouting on the leaves. In summer, people are flushed and striding forward, pushing open the willow green window of Fenmen, and the call of tide drowns the birds and willow. The breeze carries the desire of the season and shows it selflessly and fearlessly at the highest place in summer.
Gu Teng is still wrapped in lush acacia, moss is still dancing with time, and girls in red are flowing in the field of vision. Her gentle and graceful posture embodies the aura of things, and she walks as lightly as a swallow. Summer is sweet.
The rain in summer is especially warm. When it landed in the air, it looked down at the earth in a reserved and misty manner. The summer rain is lingering, and the peach blossoms are wet and whispering. Summer rain gently caresses your feet and wets your cheeks. Green looks greener in the rain.
In this summer of May, the coming rain flooded the back of the city in the form of time. The trees outside the window are lush, and the scenery in the distance is gradually indifferent.
Rain or shine, secretly nourish the mood; Or gushing, dotted with the city's rushing scenery. A shower was foggy, light red and yellow, and the lingering rain was hanging under the eaves, and the flashing light filled the sky.
The rain lowered its voice, but it was still raining. A ray of rain meets another ray of rain in the air, murmuring dialogue, and falling to the ground for an instant, but quietly. The gauze-like rain curtain blocked the dust in the summer sunshine and repelled the hot air.
Stand in the summer rain, let the rain float on your body, and let that fresh, fragrant and refreshing slowly penetrate into your heart and spleen; Standing in the summer rain, let the dry heart buried in the world of mortals be moistened, find a little peace, find your own voice and thinking. Summer is very warm.
As the days get longer and the sun gets stronger, the shadow of the sun takes on another look, which is the true face and texture of life. The midday sun embraced the sweat enthusiastically; Are the spreading waterline in the lake and the rolling flower shadows on the shore chasing the willow wind flowing through the fingertips or rushing to the distant spring? The long-lost cicada awakened Xia, opened the love of the sun, and with an optimistic spirit, took Xia freehand brushwork as a tribute to passionate life.
At this time, how many touching stories begin and how many beautiful love are born are meaningful. This is a season full of hope and romance. I praise summer. Some people praise spring. Yes, spring returns to the earth, everything revives, flowers bloom, butterflies play with bees ... really beautiful! Some people praise autumn, because autumn is golden everywhere and fruitful, and all the gains are pleasing to the eye! Others praise winter, because winter is covered in silver, just like a holy angel, which is amazing! However, I want to praise summer! Summer has come, the sun is high in the sky, and she is as hot as fire, which makes everything on the earth full of vitality.
If spring provides the best conditions for everything to give birth to life, it is the enthusiasm of summer that gives life a chance to jointing. Some people hate the summer sunshine and say that she can't stand it.
However, this is the source of all life! She makes everything get energy, bathe in sunshine and flourish. She gave everything in obscurity and raised everything without stint.
If autumn harvest makes people happy, how can autumn harvest without summer sunshine? Some people say that the summer sky is unpredictable and unpredictable. Yes, the summer sky is sometimes gloomy and low, as if it were an order to urge people to act; Sometimes the sun shines directly, without forgiveness, like a dignified old man; Sometimes it thunders and thunders, and it rains cats and dogs, like a naughty child ... However, this is her loveliness, and the unpredictable sky makes people appreciate the beauty of the rainbow after the rain, giving people infinite reverie; Low cloudy weather makes people enjoy the joy after rain; Direct sunlight nourishes everything; Lightning and thunder made people have an earth-shattering shock and experienced the spectacular downpour.
The sky in spring, autumn and winter is monotonous. Some people say that spring breeze makes people comfortable, but I think spring breeze makes people tired and listless; The monotony of autumn wind is unacceptable; There is also the cruelty of the winter wind, which makes people cold and scary; Only the summer wind is more pleasing to the eye, refreshing, refreshing and relaxing! If the four seasons of the year are compared to four little girls: then I think the spring girl is beautiful but flashy; Although Miss Qiu is famous, she is striving for fame and fortune. Winter girl is pure but heartless; But Miss Xia is unpretentious, unknown and dedicated to everything, her sunshine, her rain and dew … I like summer, like summer wind, summer rain, summer sunshine … I want to praise summer! Praise her unpretentious and obscure dedication.
4. Write a composition on the topic of "Summer". Summer is the rhythm of summer. It is the trekking after the sweat in spring, the warmth and enthusiasm before the bleak autumn wind, and the state of mind that people keep before the cold winter comes. As a result, a series of crystallization of hope began to brew. At the same time, Xia Feng's whispering, summer rain's lingering feelings, and Xia Yun's lingering wandering also came to the fore. Spring is too luxurious, autumn is too bleak, winter is too lonely, and only summer is colorful. Looking up, the sky looks like blue seawater hanging upside down and blue satin woven by Jiangnan silk, which makes people feel the urge to touch it. Looking down, the splendid rivers and mountains are lush everywhere, with flowers in full bloom, lush trees, breezes blowing gently, green trees and red flowers swaying, and you can look out and jump between mountains and rivers; Let you sing in Xia Feng, bathe in the summer rain, stand in Xia Guang and linger in the summer night. Walking alone on campus, everywhere is green, light green, yellow green, light green and dark green. All kinds of greens are connected, staggered, undulating and changing, and the greenery is endless. The lawn has regained its former charm, flat, green and troubled, like a circular carpet; In the flower pond, colorful and unknown flowers are all on the green lawn, showing their charm with charming posture. Gee, it's green, flashing green, like a green waterfall. Oh, morning glory! It grows so vigorously, covered with a dark gray wall, like a beautiful coat. It's more like a giant painting. The smooth and bright water and simple colors are refreshing. Up and down, I can't find its source, and I can't see its end. Only that piece of green, often green, spreads and flows in my field of vision ... It is a painting, but it is not a static painting-it is full of vitality. The breeze blows gently, the stems start to shake, the leaves start to shake, and diamond-like bright spots dance from time to time. At this time, the morning glory sticks out from the green leaves, like countless butterflies, huddled together on the gray wall, flapping its wings and showing off its beauty. They pushed each other with green leaves, tightly surrounded each other, flapping in the sun, shouting ... every leaf, every bunch of flowers, is a life, they are so lively and free, they are flowers with flashing wisdom, blooming confidently, staring at it, as if seeing a beating green life. Holding a book, shuttling between green trees and red flowers, that feeling is unspeakable warmth. Twilight comes quietly, the summer night is romantic and affectionate, and the lingering feelings of moonlight make the night's thoughts unrestrained and desirable. The scenery tonight is full of reverie and the love for nature is intoxicating. Xia is like a beautiful woman. She rolled up her green hair high, the river was her bright eyes, the blooming flowers were her lips, and the distant peaks were her wrinkled eyebrows. Reading the peace and holding the breeze, all the feelings are like a trace of swimming clouds, watching the "disk" and polishing the peace of summer. Flowers in spring and fruits in autumn all depend on the careful care of summer, which is a new starting point and grows with new hopes and expectations.
Okay, O (∩ _ ∩) O.
5. Write a 600-word composition on the topic of "Summer". It's still a little cold at night in early summer.
I hugged my shoulder tightly, but I couldn't help shivering. The moon is round and clean as water. At night, it reminds me of your eyes that night. I miss you on such a night.
I think it's been a long time and I've forgotten everything, but why is the memory still vivid? The first time I saw you, you looked at me with a big smile. This looks familiar. "It's so strange, I seem to have seen it there, so familiar!" I was surprised by the classic posture of Bao Dai when she met each other in a dream of red mansions. Who said that the more uneasy the mind is, the more we need classics, just like we cry when watching Titanic, but we don't expect ourselves to be Rose or Jack one day. However, we are like this in the world of mortals, talking about disappointment and looking for hope.
Those days. Listening to you talk about your hometown-that distant place, where there are tall derricks, neat pumping units and black mud, which soaked your childhood dreams.
When I am with you, I realize myself. It turns out that my ordinary self has so many dreams and desires. The most important thing is that you let me know that I also have a pair of wings that can fly. And you, marveling at the blue sky in your hometown, are so high that you can let go of all your troubles; There are clouds, so white that people throb like a child's heart ... So, the beautiful Populus euphratica and the sunset in Gobi ... all went to the outside world through that thin notebook in your hand and gained more admiration.
And I, the daughter of this desert, have become the most touching chapter in your writing. I have never found words so attractive. Stuffy, lifeless things are magical and warm in your hand.
That kind of feeling, simple, can make people bloom quietly in their hearts, I think that is love. And the oil field-that distant place, because of your existence, is also clear and kind in my heart.
The fireworks in my hometown were particularly dazzling that year. And my heart is brighter than fireworks at this time, just because you are by my side.
It's snowing. Snowflakes are falling, and a flower floats gently on my hand, slowly melting and turning into a drop of water, like a tear, which is treasured in my heart.
At this moment, when I met your eyes, I had to give in easily And your eyes are still clear, and two dark stones are spotless.
The furthest distance in the world is when I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you! You avoided my heat and stared at the sky with makeup and jade capacity. You love spring/I love autumn/autumn is similar to me/but spring is like you/your red face/spring rose/my tired eyes/the glow of autumn sun/if I take a step forward/take another step forward/then/I come to the cold door in winter ... you suddenly shut up.
My tears can't stop dripping. If love thinks you are qualified, it will show you the way. But/if you take a step back/I take a step forward/where/we will be together/in a beautiful and warm summer.
I looked at the surprise in your eyes bitterly, and you couldn't help shivering. I hug you, you struggle, and I never give in. We were deadlocked, and finally, you lost, bent down and kissed me.
The happiness of that moment can be offset by the dull life. In a trance, you suddenly pushed me away forcefully and decisively, and then ran down the hill.
I was deeply hurt, and I don't know where I am now or what night it is. I went home, but you left.
I have everything, looking for your trace. In the simple shed you left behind, I found it, in a word: tears are spinning in your eyes.
On the iron wall, the notches are extremely messy and deep. Ten fingers linked to one heart, heartache for many years.
Just like my mood facing it at the moment. Perhaps the unspoken is perfect and the most beautiful.
Love at the wrong time. Then, you and I in the story are destined to meet in the long river of life and then leave.
Beautiful summer never belongs to you and me, it only belongs to my heart. Some people love fragrant spring, some people love fruitful autumn, and some people love snowy winter.
I like colorful summer. 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. Their every movement is so natural and unrestrained.
Please write an article on the topic of "Summer"-colorful beauty is natural, and I don't like summer very much.
? Hot weather, extreme heat, lightning and storms are always concentrated in the same season. In the south where I live, the four seasons are not very clear.
The hot summer has brought many bad factors to people's lives. "June is a child's face", and the ever-changing weather often makes people unprepared.
Lightning and showers decorate villages and fields, but it is difficult to decorate farmers' mood. Extreme heat often leads to severe drought or flood.
It's sultry and sleepless, bacteria breed, food goes bad easily, mosquitoes and flies fly around, and you have to be careful of ultraviolet radiation and poisonous snake attacks. For a long time, I always spent a long and hot summer under the curse.
? In fact, Fei Xia is completely like this. Because of my age, I have gradually become familiar with the laws of nature and the characteristics of ecology, and the charm of the four seasons has its own style.
I began to examine and appreciate the colorful beauty of midsummer. ? The beauty of sunshine.
If the spring girl is described as light and vigorous, then Xia should be a passionate man. You see, the bright sunshine brings beautiful mountains and rivers and summer colors.
True, clear, true, everything is magnificent. In the sun, tall and straight, well proportioned, showing its true colors.
In the sun, mold was destroyed, mosquitoes and flies flew, and mice and snakes left in a hurry. In broad daylight, all the ugly people fled.
The sun is powerful, sweeping across the earth, magnificent. ? The beauty of green.
In fact, the whole summer is dominated by one color, and that is lush green. Coming from pale yellow and green, summer is full of lush life.
Green radishes, lush locust trees, towering eucalyptus and cypress trees reflect the maturity of life in rich green and colorful colors. The path is shaded by trees and the green leaves cover the sky. People only love and cherish the cool under the trees in the hot summer sun.
? The beauty of fruit. Fruits in the south don't have to wait until the autumn harvest.
After harvesting golden ears of grain in the vast fields, people began the second round of farming and sowing. The sun is shining and many fruits are hanging on the leaves.
Dripping carambola, black and red plum, crispy melon, oil green and yellow olive, rose red plum and mango fragrance. Heavy longan, fat banana, round yellow skin, strings, Haloxylon ammodendron, rows and rows.
Pastoral fragrance, abundant crops, hardworking people like to sing the hymns of summer. The beauty of dusk.
The rain in summer comes quickly and refreshing. The clear sky is full of light, and gold is shining in the west.
The clouds are tender and the sunset glow is red. The rainbow spans, sipping the country at one end and lying in the ravine at the other. Colorful, dazzling, blurred water color, silhouette suddenly far and near.
Rainbow is the beautiful thrush of nature. Sunset is the most magnificent totem of the day.
The sky is fresh, undeclared, not arrogant, bordeaux, warm, huge, round, frozen, like a plate like a cake. The sunset in summer is the truest, the most perfect and the most lovely.
The nights are short and the days are long, and the sun condenses a year's holiday in midsummer dusk. Twilight is like day, people are busy, learning, enriching, happy, creating and writing wonderful chapters in life in the most magnificent time and space of the four seasons.
? The beauty of a summer night. People who curl up in the cold winter wrap the night with thick quilts, leaving no gap in the moonlight.
Wearing autumn clothes, people complain that the sky is not cool and warm in the dry wind. Spring is busy and spring is sleepy, and a new moon hits people's sleeping beds, making them feel disappointed.
Only in the summer night, only in the hot and impetuous midsummer night, can you really share the beauty and brightness of the night. In the village at midnight, the moon is bright and clear.
The sky is so blue, the whole world is pure color, and the stars suddenly shine, so bright and so close that you can pick them with one hand. Under the banyan tree, beside the stone fence, on the threshold, under the melon vine, the story here is not sleepy, floating in the country.
On the ridge of the pond, the night is empty. Tian Chou, city walls, villages, country roads, hills, streams ... At midnight, everything is so loose and everything is so sparse.
Listen carefully, the fields are clear and repetitive, and the morning light is a pillow. It is the wind that suddenly wrinkles a pool of summer water, making it cool and occasionally bringing the smell of crops.
? Summer is the most beautiful season. ? Xia, with his fickle and generous temperament, created a folklore and natural farce, and wrote complex and magnificent contents of the four seasons.
Love for summer is actually love for nature and life. It turns out that all along, our observation of the scenery and peep at the world often inherit the prejudice and bad taste of the past, and often shrink into a seasonal style in the thunder and lightning of rainy summer.
In nature, beauty and ugliness coexist and good and evil are harmonious. If we can see the positive side in life, why are we afraid of the hot thunderstorm in midsummer? ? The charm of summer lies in finding beauty.
Writing Navigation Summer is a challenging season, with scorching sun, flying mosquitoes and flies, and stormy weather. Summer is also a very picky season. Some people hate it, some people like it, some people stagnate, some people make progress ... Taking "summer" as the topic, the composition is also very challenging and selective.
Judging from the writing style, it can not only write characters' notes, but also write scenery and express feelings, which naturally explains the discussion. From the perspective of material selection, the topics are wide and rich, and most students will try to be close to their own lives, or try to describe the scenery in summer or express their feelings in summer.
However, if the topic writing wants to be positive and meaningful, of course, many materials will be irrelevant or outdated, and the topic will be "big" and "empty". The key to writing this topic is how to find the incision of writing.
7. Composition: Take summer as the topic and look forward to summer.
Summer has come, and the "end" of spring seems to be showing off to summer. Everything in spring is so beautiful, many bright flowers bloom even more gorgeous, and a bright world. The stream flows forward happily and completes its mission. Butterflies are dancing among the flowers, as if enjoying everything in spring, but the time of spring is so short.
Summer has finally come, and spring has quietly gone. In people's eyes, summer is a hot and irritable season, but I think everything in summer is a season full of sunshine and vitality. When the lotus blooms, it is white and red, and the faint red makes people feel so pleasing to the eye. The summer sun shines on me, and it feels very hot, but I can enjoy it, savor it and enjoy the coolness under the tree. At this time, I really want a light rain. Small raindrops hit my face and felt very warm. When it rains in summer, you can smell the soft mud from a distance.
Every season has the cheers of the wind, and the summer wind is the most popular, because the summer wind is not as cold as the winter wind, nor as cold as the autumn wind, nor as gentle as the spring wind, but a faint cool wind, refreshing and refreshing. You will feel relaxed when you play, and you will have a happy smile on your face from time to time.
Every season, people appreciate its beauty, which brings people laughter. These joys reverberate in the seasons, holding up an umbrella, walking in the rain, walking in the snow, walking in the sun, walking by the beautiful lotus pond, savoring each season carefully and enjoying everything in the season with open hands. ...
8. Write a 700-word composition on the topic of summer as scheduled. Pale memories, ordinary dreams, ordinary eyes. 20 14, my summer begins! Time is too thin, fingers are too wide, and in a blur, the old man of time took me to the last season of junior high school life-summer. In the past three years, we have had laughter, tears, joys and sorrows, separation, struggle and * * * ... This summer is a little more sad. Facing the classmates, teachers and friends who are about to leave, we have a lot of sadness in our hearts and don't want to leave. Because we are confident, we are crazy. In addition to struggling for study, each of us is still writing classmates' records in an almost crazy way, leaving a unique font that belongs to everyone on the classmates' records quickly, either handsome or scribbled, telling us that this is ours forever, forever! After the madness, we are sad, tell the bitterness of graduation, talk about the scene after graduation together, and pray that we can be assigned to a class with our classmates after graduating from high school, even if the chance is slim. Before the right and wrong, this moment all understand. At this moment, we really have to try to remember everyone's face! We cried, laughed, loved and hated before recalling the ups and downs, but finally we were together. We thought we could be calm and let go of everything, and finally realized that many feelings can only be discovered at the last minute. I don't cherish the past, so I regret it. So I began to record the best moments of our youth with the lens. However, it is still separated. I once said that I would smile and say goodbye on this day, but in the end, I still couldn't hold back my tears. Many students cried, boys and girls, no difference! I opened QQ in the summer vacation and found the group of our class: Eternal 93! Memories and feelings, we grew up together in youth and sang loudly after suffering. 20 14, my summer continues.