Memories and feelings in June: a sentiment composition I
Rain in June.
The summer in June, not to mention the boulevard, not to mention the squeaking cicadas in the hot sun, not to mention the summer flowers with bright smiles in the sun ... It's just the rain in June that captures the charm of June.
Maybe many people don't like the rain in June, because it is like a grumpy child. If you have a "temper", it will rain heavily most of the day, and the weather will be good and bad. At the same time, lightning kept falling like an avalanche. In people's eyes, this is really a bad rainy season. However, I love the rain in June, although this is a "troublesome" child.
It is not as soft as spring. Ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, there are countless beautiful poems praising the spring rain, because it is a symbol of spring and breeds a beautiful life season; Because of its exquisite beauty, people feel the breath of spring. Rather than saying that the spring rain is "soft", it is better to say that the rain in June is "just" and soft as Lin Daiyu. Always falling bit by bit, is it too soft and lingering? On the contrary, the rain in June was Wang Xifeng, with a strong will. Although it was vigorous, it was fun, showing the powerful momentum of the rain. This is the power of nature, but also the power of repression, which makes people feel its existence all the time.
Not as sad as autumn rain. Autumn gives people a sad and dignified feeling. In the breezy autumn wind, accompanied by continuous autumn rain, the ensemble became a sad song. Autumn rain is autumn tears, lingering sadness is Li Qingzhao's "Indus drizzle, until dusk, dribs and drabs." This time, the first one, how one, the word worry. " The rain in June is lively and natural, which is the bleak place of Su Shi's Looking Back. Go home, rain or shine. It is this open-mindedness that adds vitality to June. That is a bold and unrestrained figure, that is an inspiring song, that is the unrestrained vitality and persistence of youth life!
It is not as cruel as winter rain. Winter is cold, and the dripping of winter rain makes people feel cold from the heart; After the winter rain, the cold wind intensified, which really made people "worse." However, the rain in June, although pouring down from a top, will make you feel how clean everything is after the rain clears, and the air is mixed with the fragrance of the earth. It takes away the dirt on the earth and brings freshness and comfort; Sent away the summer heat and brought a cool breeze.
The rain in June was extraordinary and caught off guard; It is like a bright silver thread, which is scattered from the sky to the earth by God. It undertakes the mission of destroying decay and washing the world, and makes every effort to complete it. The rain in June, with its pungent, youthful, free and easy, heroic, tells people an early summer dream. ...
Memories and feelings in June: composition 2
June is a colorful season and a safe time.
After the germination of spring and the growth of summer, June is the season of flowers and the ocean of poetry. But in the prosperous life, there are also shallow years and stable times.
Walking on strangers, flowers are everywhere. Roses, Chinese rose flowers, roses ... are embedded in green bushes, forming a colorful picture. Fragrant flowers adorn the years, and the years warm people's hearts, so the bottom of my heart is full of elegance and fragrance, adding calmness and calmness. The world is stable and the fragrance floats.
Wheat has turned golden yellow, which complements the blue sky and white clouds, and it is so bold and generous under the sky. If fragrant flowers are colorful and beautiful, then Mailang is a poem about years. Butterflies fluttered, people shuttled in the middle, and full of particles rolled down in the beam bag. It's another bumper harvest year, which makes people smile.
The color of grass is rich in three-dimensional levels, light green, light green, thick green, dark green ... It is the wind and rain ink that makes this picture. Frogs burrow in the grass, croak and play music.
The farm yard is full of all kinds of fun. Zucchini is crawling on the ground, and its huge leaves are like green umbrellas, casting a shade and caring for golden flowers. In a few days, the spindle-shaped fruit is covered with stems and leaves, shining, making people feel like they are in heaven. Cucumber is not to be outdone, vines are covered with shelves, broken leaves, playful flowers, and tender melons are covered with fine thorns. Pick one and hold it in your hand. Although it is a bit pricking, it is really amiable to be clever. Bite into your mouth, it's sweet and crisp, and you can't help your tongue producing saliva. Tomatoes, eggplant, beans ... are also scrambling to make their debut one by one, competing to show their elegance. Xinger gathered all his strength and blushed, being pushed one by one, sending out a strong fragrance, tempting people to pick.
A love that consumes everything, the yard is bright. Under the golden full moon and blue night sky, at the stone table in front of the melon stall, make a pot of fragrant tea, taste a wisp of flowers, watch children play, listen to frogs sing, laugh drunkenly, or count the mottled light and shadow in the flower gap, or reminisce about the beautiful years that have passed away, quiet and deep, gentle and elegant, as if in a warm cradle, swaying colorful seasons in a shallow time.
Memories and feelings in June: composition 3
Summer in June
In the hot June, the sun is scorching the earth, and the bright light sets off the warm earth to blue sky and white clouds ... It's called summer insects to sing cicadas. For the arrival of this summer, a strong and tall tree was urged by laughter to provide shade for people.
Woke up in the morning, different from the nostalgia in winter, is a free and easy dream, a dream accompanied by the breeze and birds singing. And with the early awakening of this summer morning, there are countless stories of detours …
Another summer, sunny, cicadas singing around the beam. Summer is here, summer is here, and I am obsessed with the cold inside and don't want to leave my bedroom. I'm just blowing the air conditioner and playing with my mobile phone under the quilt. Everything was calm, but the sudden cry from downstairs broke my quiet time. I quickly got out of bed and ran to the window. I just wanted to calm the shouting man down, but he fell down first ... I was a little surprised and at a loss. When I responded, the crowd surrounded the drinkers. Fortunately, people know common sense-people can't breathe indirectly if they are too close, so the crowd kept a little distance from him, and I saw the man clearly along the line of sight.
That is a man in a white shirt. His hair is black with a little star white, his skin is black as charcoal, and his face is full of wrinkles worn out by years. Next to it is a car selling all kinds of trinkets, and now the person selling trinkets has fallen.
I looked at the bright and blazing sun and the head surrounded by the crowd, and immediately thought of "heatstroke!" I think about myself now, but I still live a fairy-like happy life in the cold room. I can't bear to rush into my heart at once, blocking my deaf thoughts. I rushed downstairs with deep sympathy and a bottle of cold mineral water. I just stuffed it to the middle-aged man closest to the man. Let him feed me into the water, and then I leave silently as a passerby. Taste the joy of the crowd when a man wakes up from a distance, and try to avoid the embarrassment of being praised and blushing and not knowing how to explain it.
I think the scene in that summer is more artistic than the cicada singing in the hot summer. I can return to my noble soul when I am distracted. This is a poetic mood in midsummer. ...
In midsummer, I brought hope, and hope gave me double warmth and happiness.
Memories and feelings of composition four in June
June is full of memories.
In June, thoughts always go upstream in the long river of time.
Four years ago, I put my grandmother, home and hometown in my heart and carried my bags on my back. Shaoxing, thousands of miles away, became my first stop. Although I am psychologically prepared, in a strange environment, everything is beyond my bottom line, only tears accompany me all day. The weak heart languishes in loneliness and helplessness. At this time, it is you who have settled this empty heart. A look, a word, makes my heart warm, and the seeds of happiness sprout quietly.
Today, this girl will leave her alma mater where she has lived for four years. A kind of temperature is burning me, my classmates and my teachers. Parting adds a touch of sadness to the fiery June. The breeze brought four years of memories. In my memory, I am from fragile to strong, from immature to mature; There are classmates' care and teachers' love in my memory.
I clearly remember the scene when I first arrived at school. Missing my family makes me not curious about this strange environment, and I have no time to meet new classmates. I lay alone in my bedroom bed all day, holding my family photo album and crying silently. Once, the class teacher came to the dormitory to visit his classmates. Embarrassed, I immediately turned over and fell asleep against the wall. Somehow, tears became more disobedient and wet the sheets. I heard the teacher sit down by the bed, patted me on the back with his hand, and then got up and went out. In the afternoon, the teacher quietly called me over and asked with a smile, "Are you homesick?" I didn't speak, and my face was full of answers. "In fact, every student is like you, thinking about mom and dad. Now that you're here, you should learn to be strong. Classmates and teachers will treat you as family, but you haven't had time to understand it. " Seeing that I didn't respond, the teacher made another idea. "How about this? Come to me when you are in a bad mood. At that time, I was not your teacher, but your listener and good friend. " My tears have flowed down. The teacher touched my head and smiled and said, "Well, dry your tears and smile." If you look at the new school, new classmates and new teachers with an optimistic attitude, you will certainly make new discoveries. "From that day on, I seemed to feel that I was not alone. I laughed!
A heart wakes up and starts a new life. Life will never abandon its enterprising heart. In the past four years, I have experienced depression, hardship and depression, and finally gained happiness, happiness and achievement. Among them, teachers and classmates gave me too much. ...
At that time, my face was covered with acne, and I looked at myself in the mirror, and a great sense of inferiority was overwhelming in my heart. A girl, can you meet anything more embarrassing than this? I dare not tell my family for fear that they will worry; Dare not let classmates see it, for fear of being laughed at; I dare not let the teacher see it for fear of embarrassment. I didn't even go to the canteen for several days, and I was alone in the dormitory. However, during this time, I didn't see the strange eyes in my classmates' eyes. They laughed and even dragged me to play together. No one talked about the face I didn't dare to look straight at. It seems that they have never found everything on my face, and everything I was worried about before is unnecessary. Later, I was no longer afraid of meeting people, and finally agreed that the teacher would take me to the hospital for treatment. Since then, in addition to annoying acne, this face has one more thing-a smile. Every time I come back from the hospital, I can always see the beautiful handwriting left by my deskmate in my notebook. That's the note he made for me, and every word on it touches my heart. Yes, with such classmates, what am I afraid of?
My most respected teacher and my dearest classmate, at the moment of graduation, I feel luckier than you, and you will all be the protagonists in my memory. It will freeze in June here. ...
June is destined to be the season of parting. It's a pity that this warm breeze, warm early summer sunshine and parting tears make this originally warm season sour. However, there is obviously a warmth in my heart, which coincides with June.
Memories and feelings in June: composition 5
June is quiet and serene.
For four whole days, the intermittent rain finally stopped. The sky has become quiet, although it is still not so bright, but it is very clean, as if waiting for the sun to sweep away the lingering haze. Happy, sad, happy, unforgettable, painful, wandering ... four days of rain, these have been washed clean and thoroughly.
This day in the north always makes people feel so far away and so silent. He stood there, watching the excitement and sadness here, but still so silent, like a mother watching a newborn baby. They talked about endless fields, high loess slopes with thousands of valleys and valleys, lush and proud Qingchuan, and the sea full of sky colors. They say they are all heroes in their hearts and real men. They all have the blood of those two rivers, so they look down on them with the broad view he gave them. He looked at the vast Gobi desert in the northwest, he looked at the palace of the ancient King Loulan, he remembered Allah in the murals of mosques, he saw the tears of the Buddha in the Dunhuang Grottoes through the long yellow sand, and he talked about the snow-capped mountains behind the Potala Palace. He was moved by the piety of this belief.
It turns out that he belongs here. He has been integrated into the earth, blue sky and northwest air since he was born. They were breathing hard, and they all looked at each other as if everything would disappear in a flash. He told himself that this is home, a strange place that needs to be familiar with all his life. He still doesn't understand many things, so he will be sad occasionally. He shouldn't cry when he sees this land.
He just cried, and he spilled his tears on the earth, so there was the Yarlung Zangbo River, and his compassion and fraternity began to flow in their blood and passed down from generation to generation. His other tear went to other places, just like the moment when a pearl took a solid root in this desolate and arid land. It became the sweetest lake, without any salty taste. It wants to make the boundless sky beautiful and handsome here, and it knows that the color that all living things should be given is his search.
He shook off the dust, stood up and touched the clouds around him. He watched those clouds grow into a bodhi tree, which grew up in a thousand years, blossomed in a thousand years and remained unbeaten in a thousand years. Yes, he saw the flowers behind the leaves of the bodhi tree. Although there are so many complicated things in the world that people can't see the real flowers, he left the Buddha under the bodhi tree and told people about the flowers with bodhi leaves with Zen. Although many people have never seen it, even if those flowers are so shy and fragile, people will understand that the prosperity and desolation of earthly life can occasionally see him and his sky.
That day, he smiled. He looked at all beings, and all beings looked at him. They communicate with each other so much that they guide the road ahead with the mystery of Zen. Everyone and every tree are secrets of him and the Buddha.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, four seasons change. The sunshine is bright and dim, and after the sadness at night, I smile. These are his ships, which are docked on the precipice of time and space, so those flowers are also in the second place, stubborn and heroic. Born flowers bloom and fail, perhaps this is not the reason to live. Nobleness and meanness are just gaps around a wall. As a result, he gave the desert vastness and enthusiasm, but forgot to moisten the naked noise with sweet rain and dew. He clothed the snow-capped mountain with pious faith, but forgot to bring it closer to the sky. He gave the creatures running on the plateau an infinite free home, but forgot that a strong heart could not compete with the artillery fire that cut through the sky. He gave Gobi an open mind, but forgot the unruly wind and rocks. He gave people everything, but forgot to warn them how terrible they thought they were. ...
It turns out that the world is not as perfect as he saw. It turns out that his sadness is so soft ... he smiles and tears, because now, he doesn't know how to save it or save it. He wanted to forget everything, so he decided to return to the initial chaotic state and become a baby to continue sleeping until many, many years later, people knew how to let their own world save themselves.
Now, no one will wake him up. He fell asleep peacefully amid modern and traditional lamentations. Everything he once owned is still there, but it is not the original. So, his children came back, and they went to the gate of hell again, to redeem them completely in exchange for world peace.
In June, there are several clouds in the northwest sky, which are full of haze; In June, it rained heavily here, washing the sunshine; In June, I looked up at the sky again, serene and quiet.
Memories and Perceptions of June Composition VI
Six in the snow of childhood
When clouds of small cotton were floating in the sky, I couldn't help thinking how the snowflakes that should have fallen in January could have fallen in June. Looking up, the smile in my eyes is getting stronger and stronger. "Sister, come on up, let's play together!"
"You two little girls, how strange you are! Don't come and help me take care of this' Six Heroes in the Snow'. " My tone became more and more serious, and two people flashed to me, which made me laugh. "Sister, you haven't laughed so happily for a long time." Two people gawk at me, I return to absolute being, found that two people have been carefully trimmed at the edge of the' six miles of snow'. The branches are no longer oily green, and the leaves are dry and yellow. I'm really not happy. Is this how my friendship with her ended? There was a pang of sadness in my heart.
She is my first best friend. Strange to say, our acquaintances seem to be old friends who have known each other for several years. Maybe it's my enthusiasm and cheerfulness, or her liveliness and cheerfulness. On the whole, physical education class has brought our hearts closer. That physical education class passed in our laughter. It was so beautiful. But if I had known the ending was so tragic, I don't think I would have wanted to go to physical education class.
A week later, she told me that she was leaving in the third grade. I always thought it was a joke, and she didn't care. We still fight. Finally, the final exam came, and I realized that she was really leaving. We left our best wishes in each other's alumni records. I gave her a beautiful bracelet, and she gave me a pot of' Six Heroes in the Snow' that she had been taking care of for a long time. She and I were miserable in the final exam. I know I am too laissez-faire. Because of her, I have to redouble my efforts to find our 30-year agreement.
Six withered and died in the snow. My friendship with her will not end, because, under the cultivation and care of him and me, I believe we will meet again, because you promised me that you would find me, just as I found you a year ago!
Agreements and commitments will be fulfilled in the near future! But now, I think I must work hard, for the agreement and for myself.
Memories and feelings in June, composition 7
Take off in June
There is such a bird that takes off every June.
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Stop your pen and look out of the window. Spring is here. Too fast, the footprints behind me have not been washed away by the waves of time, but the road ahead has extended to the boundless distance. The future, so far away but within reach; The door is confused, but it is real; It makes people look forward to, confuse, work hard and get bored.
I've been wondering if there will be such a bird that can only fly high in June of a certain year after hard training. I think this kind of bird exists. At least, we are such a flock of birds.
June is near, it's time for us to take off a group of birds in _ _. Birds have a clear direction, but they are not sure how high they can fly. Facing the scorching sun, we are afraid. We are afraid, every bird is afraid, and the feeling of falling from the sky to the ground and falling behind people makes us tremble in the sun.
But we are a group of stubborn birds, always trembling, but never giving up easily. The scene of the future is a temptation to every bird. It is precisely because of our ideals that we have always been obsessed with flying and selfless in flying. I won't give up the next sunny moment because of the rain at this moment.
Growing flowers need the baptism of rain, so we wait for June calmly and anxiously, waiting for June to take off.
Memories and feelings of composition 8 in June
The smell of June
Another sunny afternoon, I sat at my desk facing south, working hard and enjoying the winter sunshine. The warm sunshine came at me with a little drowsiness. While my family was not looking, I secretly picked up the reader, savored and chewed the articles inside.
An article called strawberry attracted me. This article is a philosophical short story triggered by a late-maturing strawberry. When the author saw a late-maturing strawberry in the field, he realized that June, the most prosperous season of strawberries, had passed, thus associating himself with his long-lost youth. Just as I was immersed in beautiful words, my peace was interrupted by bursts of laughter.
I'm a little annoyed, looking out the window. I saw a father and son playing badminton. The child is only six or seven years old, with a bright smile on his face. My heart drifted inexplicably to playing badminton with my friends when I was a child. The same place, the same joy, but not the same person. It was a short time, but it was wonderful. Thinking about thinking, I feel a little disappointed. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. Now, I can no longer have the happiness of the past! Heavy study makes me physically and mentally exhausted and has no leisure to take care of other things. The flying dust of the years has already eroded the pure and beautiful childlike innocence. Today, I am like a bird trapped in a cage, without freedom and happiness.
How I miss the smell of June! Perhaps, only in my dream can I have the blue sky that belongs to me only!
Memories and feelings in June: composition 9
June, sadness
June, on your closed eyelashes. Full of sadness.
In June, it rained, the rain was so heavy and the tears were so salty.
what did i say? Gawk at your hands, mixed with yellow light. Through the gap, I saw cloudy weather, rain and fog. Suddenly turned white. As white as snow. The notes of lightning and thunder are also white. It is pale. My faint cry drowned in the land where you left. Mud soaked the whole corner of trousers. The clothes are covered with mud. Like a wandering child. Desperately trying to grasp the dependence of running. I chased you for a long time, but I couldn't catch you, your ethereal and fragile image. I want to reach out and kiss your sad eyelashes and say I'm sorry. But it's broken, which makes my heart ache suddenly. So, like an old child. Very lonely and helpless.
June here is not the rainy season. What happened to the weather? It always happens without warning. It's like you left without warning. I don't know exactly where you have been. I don't know if it will be suitable for you who are sick. You should be great.
I wonder if you have time to miss me? I want to be disobedient. I think what you said is mixed with meaningful flavor. You said, "The bird in my hand. This is not enough. " I also remember you saying, "The so-called promises in this world are just words and have no special meaning, just like eating." . The frequency is high. "You said you would be a star. Look at me. I said you were acting a dialogue. But I can't find that now. Close your eyes and cry. Think about your appearance, your smile, your expression. But now all you leave me is loneliness, which is all I feel. It seems that I am the only one in the cemetery. Dull. I just miss you now. I think you are tired of thinking. Just curled up under the corner. It's raining. You can see its falling posture, but it can't be fixed. I'm trying to get it closer. Just look at it until there is a moist taste in your eyes.
It's raining hard. I walked into the rain. The rain slid towards me like a snake. The wind is sleeping quietly. Looking at the dark sky, I can't find the stars, I can't find them. This is the first rain since you left. They said you would come back. Come back for a day. I can see you. Some people say that rain is the cry of your soul. Is it? But I've been waiting for a long time. Where are you? In the rain curtain. I saw a blooming flower, full of red blood, and at the end of the flower is your face like water. I ran to you, and your face became clearer. I begged Feng not to sleep and let him take me to where you are. No. Why not? Just for you. But you suddenly run counter to me, and I can only watch you get farther and farther away from me. The feeling of heartache is even dumb. Who gave me the magic of immobility? I can only watch you go, and I don't even have a chance to cry. Is everything too sudden, or I didn't learn to grow up at all, or I didn't grow up at all? I suddenly opened my eyes wide, reflecting my tears as deep and dignified as a sigh. I am a lonely and helpless person in silence. Just like the apple I threw away that winter, there is no possibility of escaping from myself. One person. In a daze. In the clearing. It was dark all around.
He said, "I ran through the town and every path in the rain." To find the cemetery, right? Isn't it? The cemetery is covered with all kinds of messy things, and it is just like an abandoned toy. Just like me. At this time, the rain wrapped in a burst of moisture poured into my body and slipped on my face. I feel a flower trembling slightly in my heart. When I saw the spray falling on the ground, you walked through the rain. I can't move. Because the heart is paralyzed with pain.
When the rain stopped, the smile you left me was like a thin blade, which slipped through my fingers and hurt my heart. I stare at the distant sky, and I think I should learn to be strong.
So, in this June, I shed my childish shell, walked through my thin youth, and walked through sadness and impermanence.
No one in this world can really accompany anyone forever. We can only affirm ourselves in the future world. Always on your own. Even parents.
Memories and feelings of June composition X.
Sunny June
June is a summer trip full of heat, joy and excitement.
In the hot summer, I was awakened by the harsh bell, so I went to the school's electric classroom to gather, although I didn't know what the purpose was. I came to the door, and my classmates were facing the sinister sun. "Such a big sun doesn't make people live!" ! What are we doing here? "Students who can't stand the sun complain.
At this time, all our eyes gathered at the door of the classroom, and a figure came out of the classroom, our brothers and sisters! Look! Their expressions are solemn, and every step is full of unique self-confidence, courage and composure. We all stood up straight involuntarily, looked at their figures, and listened to them shout out that touching slogan, shouting over and over again, and the sonorous voice resounded throughout the campus. Our eyes are always on the brothers and sisters in the car. The moment the car started, we all clapped our hands. This applause is for them, for their confidence! For their bravery! We watched them go.
Outside, the sun is still high, without a cloud. Looking around, Wan Li is clear. At this time, a few cool winds blew away a little heat for us. I think this is the blessing of the June wind to my brothers and sisters.
In the three-day senior high school entrance examination, in the canteen, the ninth-grade candidates eat quickly, and every time they eat in a hurry, they embark on the journey of the senior high school entrance examination in this hurry.
On this day, the rain was not too heavy, and the whole playground was wet. After school, we came to the school gate just to welcome our brothers and sisters. Soon, there was a car noise at the door and the bus slowly drove in. The door opened and applause rang out completely. We applauded their return, only to see that the faces of brothers and sisters were not serious and nervous, but filled with happiness and self-confidence! Smiling, they have experienced an important turning point in their lives, ended their life in grade three and are about to start their journey in high school.
The rain stopped and the sun came out. In this campus, they left, but also let a group of younger brothers and sisters grow up. Next June will also be a harvest season.
In June, the weather is sometimes hot and sometimes mild. Hot and dry is passion, gentle is pleasure after rain.
Next June, it will start again, and we are about to embark on our own journey again. ...
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