It was a hot afternoon, and I asked my mother, "Mom, what color is summer?" Mother replied, "There are many colors in summer, and whatever color you think is it." I think a lot of colors, summer is the red sun, like a stove, we are some big sweet potatoes, and the stove is baking big sweet potatoes. Summer is blue, the heat attracts people to the swimming pool, swimming pool, blue water, and people swim in the swimming pool, which is cool! Summer may be green, and lush trees bring people shade.
I asked my mother, "Mom, what is the sound of summer?" Mother said, "There are many voices in summer!" I think the sound of summer is "Guoguo" made by Guoguo, so beautiful! Summer is also the sound of rain, and the sound of raindrops hitting the window is like a small drum, "da da da"!
What is summer like? I think I can answer this question myself. Because summer looks like everyone, like a happy child.
Wonderful comments: I have my own feelings and understanding about the understanding of summer, and I also explore the color, sound and appearance of summer through dialogue. The description of the voice is a bit simple, just expand it. The last description about appearance is easy to answer according to my own understanding.
In summer, you listen to me. One hot summer day, I was lying in bed and blowing air conditioning in my room.
At this time, I suddenly had a question, so I got up and asked my mother, "What color is my mother in summer?" Mother smiled thoughtfully. After a while, she said, "Summer is green!" " ! Full of vitality, cicadas singing birds, lotus flowers competing to open, like slim girls, naive. "
I nodded and asked, "What's that noise in summer?" Mom smiled: "You have so many questions! I was stumped. "
I looked at the scenery outside the window: "it should be thunder in summer, and rolling thunder is summer." Concerto; Or it should be the sound of rain, which is really loud, like being poured down by the gods; It may also be the sound of air conditioning rumbling. How cool it is, just like staying in the freezer. "
Mom quickly applauded: "Great, Kaikai is better than mom."
I held my head high proudly and then asked, "What was that summer like?"
Mom immediately replied: "Like a stove! Summer is hot and stuffy, like being put on the stove, the fence and the land are cooked, and people walk on it like kebabs. "
Mother said, "What a strange idea you have! Look in the mirror! " "
Summer is colorful. Listen to me.
Wonderful comments: There are occasional novel metaphors in the language. The description of color is the most poetic. It would be nice if the voice description were a little more delicate, and the description of the appearance would be a little more expanded. For example, with the lotus in full bloom, the sun setting and the fishing boat singing late, it may be more complete.