Junior high school composition summer story 600 words

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 says that the more uneasy the mind is, the more we need classics, just like we cry when watching Titanic, but we don't expect 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/then/I will stand at the door of the cold 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.

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It's really hot and the sun is dazzling, so I can't help it. I must stay indoors all day and be a good boy. Unexpectedly, being a good baby is not so easy. No, the power is out!

So the office began to heat up gradually, meaning "steamer". Originally closed doors and windows were opened by fans in desperation, just to collect some so-called "tricks". It's just the poor noisy wind, not to mention the lack of air pressure, which is really good enough for the baby.

No, it can't go on like this. We have to do something. We must fight the heat to the end ... so the office held an emergency meeting to recruit swimmers from all sides and gathered at the Fuchun River at 6 pm to prove our determination to resist the Japanese war.

As for group activities, of course I am the number one activist, but I am a landlubber. This time, I can only sigh, I am very excited, but my heart is straight. It happened that someone asked: With such a large group of compatriots and sisters in the water, who will defend our property? Besides, how good would it be to have a handsome boy or a beautiful woman on the phone in a hurry and miss the big event by herself? This is also a thing.

Check-unconsciously, all eyes turned to me, charming, dull, fierce, or with a little warmth of winter sunshine. How can I bear to disappoint these brothers and sisters who trust me so much! What reason do I have to refuse the glorious task entrusted to me by the organization?

So with great enthusiasm, in this hot afternoon, we marched in the city in colorful clothes and came to our beautiful Fuchun River to relive the coolness of our childhood.

They had a good time, but I just held my chin up. A man is guarding a lot of clothes and a bundle of modern communication equipment, but he has no money to buy me popsicles. A whole group of misers, huh!

Looking at the ripples on the river, my heart, which was quite exciting just now, slowly calmed down. Watching the beautiful sunset fall on Fuchun River, I recalled the good times many years ago, the accident that made me a landlubber. ...

It was the first grade of primary school, and the summer of that year was quite hot. Teachers try their best to prevent children from having accidents. Finally, the head teacher gave an order that children should not go swimming in the stream alone or with adults, otherwise they would be criticized and punished. At that time, we could still be obedient, (otherwise, we would just do something behind the teacher's back, hehe! )。

I remember coming home from school that day, because it was too hot, I wanted my mother to give me a bath, but my mother thought I was bored and asked me to go to the stream to wash. "But if the teacher doesn't let me, I will be criticized by the teacher." I have always been a good student, and I can't ruin my good image. So my mother patiently did my ideological work, saying that the teacher was joking with you, and my father went to the stream to find you as soon as he got off work, and I was persuaded. In fact, to be honest, I am eager to play in the water, but I am afraid of the teacher's trust in me and have never dared to indulge. This time, it's great. I have a mother to support me. Who's afraid of who? Ha ha! I am secretly happy)

Kojiro, who goes to school with his schoolbag on his back, is not afraid of the sun, nor is he afraid of storm maniacs. I'm afraid my husband will scold me for being lazy, and I have no knowledge, so I'm ashamed to meet my parents ... At the end of the semester, a good student like me was naturally rated as a "three-good student". When I received the award, I was so happy, not to mention. I still remember that the hero's pen in my hand was sweaty and dizzy with joy. I think time will be fixed in the happiness of my big mouth and small eyes.

At this moment, Huayu, who was also rated as a three-good student, suddenly raised her just hand: the teacher, the drunken classmate and the white-shelled classmate didn't listen to the teacher and went swimming in the stream alone. That's great. Before she could relax the muscles on her cheeks, all the prizes and certificates were confiscated by the teacher. In front of all the teachers and students, she was so cruel.

That's great. I'm stupid. I'm completely stupid. All I can hear is the sound of bees. I can't tell you how sorry I am. It's all my mother's fault. When I said I couldn't go, she insisted that I go. I'm sorry ...

There is one thing that puzzles me, and I still can't figure it out. At that time, why didn't I come to that snitch Huayu classmate? I have no grudge against her, but now I have become best friends. I want to know! Don't understand!

Having said that, I think everyone should understand why I am a landlubber. At that time, it was really hard to say that I was upset. I went home and had a big fight with my mother. Finally, I settled the matter on the condition that my father bought me a colored bead necklace.

When I grow up, I am busy studying or working, so I seldom have the opportunity to go swimming. I envy watching those people who are my brothers flopping about in the water. Hey hey! I don't believe in evil. I'll give you a few chances to see-

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What pervades the whole summer is a tense, warm and urgent melody. As if a pot of cold water on the stove was bubbling and finally boiling, the fine sandy grass on the hillside gradually grew into thick hair, and the faint smoke on the forest belt also condensed into a long black wall. It is rare to see butterflies dancing, but it annoys cicadas. There is a long sound between the submerged leaves. The fiery red sun is baking a golden land, the wheat waves are rolling, beating the distant mountains, and the clouds in the sky are beating the cars on the highway, like waves rushing to the ships. Gold dominates everything in the world, and hot air floats across the fields, blowing ripe wheat fragrance. After half a year's savings, the spirit of spring has become a majestic trend, rolling in the fields and rising between heaven and earth. Summer has arrived.

The color of summer is golden. From the perspective of painting, this makes sense. The color of spring is cool and green, such as blue waves and tender bamboo, full of hope; The color of autumn is fiery red, such as sunset glow and red leaves, which indicates the extreme of things. In summer, between spring and autumn, there is naturally this neutral yellow? The harvest is there, and the hope is not exhausted. This is a peak season to connect the past and the future and live alternately. You see, wheat has just been cut, cotton seedlings with seven or eight green leaves in the field, sorghum corn with megaphones in the air, and melon seedlings crawling on the ground all show great vitality in generate. At this time, they didn't last long in the spring breeze and light rain, but under the transpiration of the hot summer, they flourished and made a final sprint at the end of Xiang Qiu.

The melody of summer is tense, and every nerve of people is tense. Looking at the farmers waving sickles in the field, they bent down and sweated like rain, thinking about cutting fast, cutting fast; Here comes the wheat, thinking about playing, playing. It is hard enough for them to get up early and go to bed late. They have to listen to the window paper when they wake up in the middle of the night, but the wind is very strong. Looking out of the window, the sky is overcast. When the wheat harvest is finished, it's time to breathe a sigh of relief. We should water the autumn seedlings at once. "Tian Jia has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May", with summer and autumn on his shoulders.

Regrettably, scholars of past dynasties have written many spring flowers and autumn moons, but there are few shadows of summer. Probably, spring is dissolved and full of eyes; In summer, I am always immersed in bitter sweat. Leisure people naturally don't like this tense melody. I want to loudly praise this golden summer between spring and autumn.

Summer is also good weather.

Author: Mr. Zhou

The whole Huangmei season is sticky. The dark sky glowed with blazing yellow light, which made people dizzy. The sun was trapped in thick clouds and desperately struggled to breathe a sigh of relief. Then, one day, with a loud noise, the sky opened and the sun broke through the dark clouds. Summer is coming.

Heart, just put down half. The sigh that has been in my chest for a long time has burned into a heat wave before it is issued. People are like a mass of fermented flour, baked outside and baked into bulging bread inside, and the sweat spewing out is the water vapor evaporated from this dough. Occasionally, a slight breeze will be wrapped in boiling, making you impulsive and silent, crazy and boring, and bored to death. Day after day, the sun refuses to go home, and you are small in the sun, desperate in sweat and detached in despair.

This moment is another life. Your mind, your desire, your life, are not in the state. Many things that were indispensable in the past have become redundant. At this moment, because you are far away from the secular world, you will feel some hurried, real and hard-to-taste smells, which sound completely irrelevant.

At such a moment, there will be a little girl who raises her eyebrows and sings a child's voice and says, I like summer because I can wear a flowered skirt.

At such a moment, a little boy will strut and pretend to be a man and say, I like to plop into the cool pool unprepared.

Adults can have an excuse to leave their jobs. Find a quiet and ventilated place, set up a bamboo and rattan chair, lie down with your eyes slightly open, and look at the world and yourself aloof.

Recalling the past battles, my mouth raised a trace of self-mockery: why? This kind of heartfelt information has brought some freshness and comfort to life.

Or pick a book that has been turned over for dozens of times, turn it over gently, and wander around idly. When it seems to be finished, you will find a beautiful article suddenly shining in front of your eyes. Romantic, vicissitudes of life, words that have long been familiar, often pop up a unique style in this hot despair, giving birth to the true meaning of the world.

The melodies of spring, summer, autumn and winter are different, and summer is such a string of notes. This kind of worldly life gives you a quiet introspection, a foreign wisdom and a real nothingness in your agitation.

Summer style

Author: Cao Zheng

I don't like summer very much, but I can appreciate many benefits of summer.

Summer can make people young. In summer, you should take off your thick coat and put away your solemn face. Keep your skin close to the sun every day and your heart caressed by the smoky wind every night. When you are sweating, take a hot bath, hold out a basin of iced watermelon and lie on your back in the courtyard of the melon shed. This time is the most informal and free time. Guang Chen, summer is a good time to play cards, chat and tell stories. You can "raise pigs" with your children, drill the table together and count how many stars there are in the sky together; Or look at the dark sky and tell the love and yearning for the magpie bridge galaxy. Therefore, the childlike interest in childhood and the boldness of teenagers are gathered together, and they are ten years younger in retrospect and fantasy.

Summer makes people feel that life is colorful. Green nature gradually becomes deep and mature in the heat wave. Jasmine is like snow, crape myrtle is blue, lotus leaves are infinitely blue the next day, and lotus flowers are infinitely red the next day. A group of boys and girls walked along the street as if floating across a colorful Yun Ni. The dazzling summer clothes in metropolis make people see things in a blur and can't tell which color is the most beautiful. Summer is never unwilling to be lonely, elegant and colorful, and can be a symbol of summer.

Summer can test a person's perseverance best. Because of the sultry weather, there is a lot of irritability. Weak-willed people easily give way to boredom, laziness, wandering and burnout in summer; However, a strong-willed person who cherishes summer and cherishes summer time will make you live longer. Sail a boat full of life in the hot summer, win the gift of the elderly in time through tempering, so that every moment of life is not wasted.

Summer is the most romantic season. The summer scenery opens its heart without shyness, allowing tourists to enjoy its magnificence and charm leisurely. The most interesting programs in summer are watching the sea, going to the seaside to listen to the tide, surfing all night, singing karaoke, or watching movies all night, silently expecting the first light of the East to rise on a windless summer night. There are many lingering words to say in summer. Needless to say, you can also taste the warmth of summer sentiment.

Summer in the journey of life is often too short. Just after thirty, I am not confused, and summer will soon become a sweet memory. But those fiery years will not be easily forgotten, even if they are mixed with unspeakable melancholy, they will arouse endless worries, arouse your attachment to thoughts and impact your heart again when your temples are frosty.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, four different seasons and four different beauties.

Spring is like an amiable grandmother, summer is like a lively little sister, autumn is like a charming but mature aunt, and winter is like an elegant sister.

Although the spring flowers are in full bloom, the heart is full of spleen and the autumn fruits are full of flowers; Winter is extraordinary, jade is clean and ice is clear; But I don't even like it. I like summer best. Although the summer sun is like fire, it is a pleasure to get in close contact with the water and play with the small fish in the river.

Although the summer in the small mountain village is stuffy and hot, it is very comfortable and happy to catch fish by the river. The river is shallow and clear, but there are many fish, shrimps, crabs, turtles and many unknown strange creatures!

Once, my father and I went to the river to catch fish, and the fish seemed to know that it was a disaster. As soon as my father and I got to the stone, the fish together immediately fled everywhere, some hiding in the cracks of the stone, and some hiding under the stone. I couldn't catch it for a long time, so I took off my shoes and socks, stepped into the water, didn't mention my trouser legs, bent down, my hands almost touched my face, and kept taking the rope.

"Frog frog fish! Dad! " I'm glad to accept it. "Shh, look at that little turtle," Dad pointed it out to me. "There is a shrimp next to it! Little turtle, you stare at me and catch shrimp first. "

I saw my father push the shrimp into the trap step by step with both hands. Slowly, the shrimp was cornered and had to surrender. Dad gave it to me in a transparent jar. Shrimp is more than an inch long, with several calves in its abdomen, and it keeps paddling like a paddle. In front of it, there is a small paw of Shuang Yi, long and short, waving wildly. Its tail is like a small fan, and its beard is longer than its body. The little turtle is wearing a brown plaid coat, shining like a general's armor. There are more than a dozen squares on the coat, which are approximately hexagonal and very cute. I always catch a lot of small fish and shrimp in summer.

I haven't been to that small mountain village for a long time. I wonder if there are so many little things to accompany me this summer.

Come in summer!

There is something in the world called "summer"

Sunshine, beach and your favorite orange juice.

I like lying on the floor and watching the white sweatshirt you washed for me flying in the sun.

You told me that I would fly to the blue sky.

I promise to give you a pair of crystal shoes that day.

You said no, as long as I pick up a stone for you, it will sink in my heart forever.

You like to write it in your diary and say to stay in the summer.

I can feel your smile with my eyes closed.

Because of you, summer is beautiful.