Six articles describing summer

Summer is a beautiful season, which has the beauty of spring, the coolness of autumn and the purity of winter. This is also unique, an odd season. The following are six articles about summer that I collected for you. Welcome to learn from them.

Articles describing summer (1);

Japanese summer

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 the stars 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 the metropolis make people see things in a blur and can't tell which color is the most beautiful. Summer is never lonely, elegant and colorful, which 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.

In summer, don't complain about the smoky wind and the impermanence of cicada singing, and don't hate mosquitoes disturbing dreams every night. Every season is a step in life. Even if there are setbacks, troubles, the sky is falling, there is trauma, there is uncertainty, and there is a second death, as long as the heart is not wasted, the ambition is not fulfilled, the resentment is as cold as ice, and the conscience is clear, it is enough to leave the truth on earth.

Singing summer is singing about people who love life. As long as you love life, whether it is hot or cold, it will be as magnificent and charming as warm spring and chic autumn.

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early summer

The early summer evening is always accompanied by a cool evening breeze, which brings a different flavor to this hot summer. I like to take a walk in the evening and send away the fatigue of the day under the breeze. Looking at the street lamp in the distance, a familiar emotion welled up in my heart, and everything was quiet and serene. This is the feeling of childhood hidden in my heart for a long time, and it is also the unique taste of summer in my memory.

Summer nights are quiet and full of energy. Looking at the starry night sky, walking on the moonlit country road, facing the evening breeze, breathing the air full of fragrant rice. Cicada in the tree, frog in the pond, let us listen to a moving field ditty, which has a unique charm. In this vibrant summer night, the excitement belongs to them, and some plants are listening silently.

At night, Jasmine quietly bloomed as white as jade, and bowed her head shyly, but the faint fragrance of flowers had already gone with the wind for ten miles, attracting ladybugs to attach to its petals and sleep sweetly. At this time, I couldn't resist the temptation, greedily absorbed the flowers, and the faint jasmine fragrance came to my face, as if people were among thousands of flowers. "Onlookers" are graceful lotus flowers. Looking around, lotus leaves stand upright like handfuls of umbrellas, covering the pink face of the girl washed in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. A sudden breeze brushed the lotus leaf, just like the laughter of a girl returning from a bath, looming from the depths of the bamboo forest at this moment. There are ripples on the surface of the water, like fish playing in the water and watching the ebb and flow of the sea. There are some white flowers dotted randomly between the layers of lotus leaves, just like the night pearl, dazzling. Some "night pearls" are like girls who show their graceful figure to the fullest, half-opened shyly, and like beautiful women who have just come out of the bath, away from the world and bringing something fresh and refined. The breeze blows against my face, bringing a wisp of fragrance and a smell.

Late at night, I looked up at the white sky, and a bright moon hung clearly in the dark, which seemed arrogant and lonely. A few clouds floating in the air covered the moon and made it immersed in clouds, as elusive as the flowers of the moon in the mirror in the water. I can't help recalling the past. The summer night of childhood is our happiest time. We play games, talk freely and enjoy our time. As we grow up, our partners gradually alienate, from the first intimate playmates to the last familiar strangers. I don't know whether it's your change or your friendship that can't stand the test of time, and everything can't go back to the original time. I can't help but sigh, so all the injuries and pains, smiles and perfection, finally lost to time. That kind of hard work has a name, that is, things are different.

A few clear and pleasant frogs came from my ears, which brought my thoughts back to the quiet and vibrant fields. Zhu Ziqing's famous saying "Liveliness is theirs, I have nothing" can't help appearing in my mind, as if I had become an outsider instead, and everything seemed harmonious, but I couldn't blend in.

Turn around and pick some jasmine flowers, walk on the country road and immerse yourself in the breath of summer night. At this time, I live in my own world and don't need to hide!

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The taste of summer

I like summer, the taste of summer is very fresh, just like the faint fragrance of bamboo shoots after rain, which makes people linger.

Summer is happy. In the afternoon, you can hear the shouts of Zen, swim in the clear river and relax your nervous mood.

Summer is pleasant, you can eat all kinds of ice cream carefree, and you are not afraid of freezing your teeth.

Summer is beautiful, and all kinds of flowers are competing to bloom first, which makes people appreciate the most precious landscape gift given by magical nature to mankind.

Summer is happy. I can wear beautiful clothes and ride my bike across the fields freely.

Summer, my favorite season, always gives me infinite surprises in accidents. Summer in the afternoon is very tired. If you put a favorite book on the table with a cup of tea next to it, how perfect it is to enjoy drinking tea while reading. Of course, if you are sleepy, just fall asleep on the sofa, and the sweetness of tea is still in your dream. What a happy thing!

The greatest pleasure in summer is to go fishing by the river. Holding a fishing rod in his hand and a pipe beside him, he quietly waited for the fish to bite. It doesn't matter whether you can catch fish or not. The most important thing is to enjoy the peace of this moment, a peace of returning to nature, and a physical and mental relaxation away from the noise of the world.

If you can't sleep at night, go for a walk outside and enjoy the stars and the bright moon. I saw the moonlight spread all over the world quietly, just like a kind mother stroking her child gently. Best of all, you can hear frogs, see fireflies shining all over the sky, and hear crickets whispering.

Summer, my favorite season, may it come soon!

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Beautiful summer

Spring quietly left, and summer came to us sweating like rain. Let's walk into this beautiful summer together!

There are so many plants in summer that I am dazzled! Look at the slender wicker. It has put on a yellow coat and a green dress. They danced in the air with the howling of the wind. Let's look at the tall poplars. They are as tall and straight as mountains, just like guards. They stared at the city with bright smiles. The streets are full of blooming flowers: purple morning glory is playing, peony is blooming, and its fragrance can be smelled a few meters away. Look at the pink lotus in the pond, like a pink baby sitting on a green lotus leaf with a little wrinkle on it. At this time, when it saw the hibiscus tree on the shore trying to show off its white flowers, Lotus thought: I should show all my beauty to the world. I saw its wrinkled petals spread out. At night, it began to rain, and small raindrops rustled. That's a farewell to Sister Baiyun! The light rain moistened the whole land. After the rain, transparent dew fell on the delicate petals of Chinese rose. In summer, all plants grow hard and absorb sunlight and rain.

Summer is a paradise for bugs. In the morning, the peak of efforts flies to sunflowers, absorbing the sweetness of China people; Princess Butterfly began to dress up. She put on a yellow dress and started the day's parade. In the afternoon, the burning sun hung high in the air, sweating when he learned to be hot, but he was still singing his favorite song "cicada" and "cicada" wholeheartedly. It didn't notice that all its friends had gone home to take a nap. In the afternoon, bees are still wearing yellow striped overalls to collect honey in the garden. In the evening, all kinds of insects gather together to prepare a wonderful dance: the grasshopper jumps out of the grass in green clothes, the grasshopper plays its beloved violin, and of course, the rock singer Mr. Frog and the foreign singer Mr. Know. Just as the concert was about to begin, Princess Butterfly dressed in colorful clothes hurried to the scene, and the concert finally began!

Summer is not only a paradise for insects, but also for children. Children like garden activities in summer best because their mother can take them to see the sea view and eat seafood. Children who don't go out to play have their own fun. Playing games in the shade of dense trees at night is what they often do.

What a beautiful summer! I really want to keep it, but I can't. Let's cherish the summer time together!

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I like summer.

Spring has not faded on the stage of nature, and summer has already begun eagerly.

It has no gorgeous clothes, but they are all green. It abandons fantasy, but it is not conservative. The frankness of the hot cicada singing and the free and easy lightning storm constitute the unique character of summer. You see, she is always practical and bold, playing a heavy and gorgeous protagonist in nature.

When the end of summer came, I opened my calendar and inquired about her footsteps. Summer came, and I sat by the window, fascinated by her colorful weather; The deeper the summer, the stronger my feelings; Summer is gone forever, and leisure and sadness fill my heart.

Oh, summer! She reminds me of Xia Hong, fireflies, hemp fibers, frogs, flowered skirts and lotus umbrellas. Think of bells, fishing songs, wind and water; Think of the coolness of the summer night by the sea and the vitality of the storm; Think of the fun of fishing by the pool and the homesickness of looking at the moon by the window.

Oh, how lush, rich and enthusiastic she is in summer; So frank and mature, I like this place. The summer days of life are far better than the summer feelings of nature. She silently promotes the development of her career, breeds sincere love and climbs the peak of her life. It is full of a vigorous and steady beauty of struggle.

Summer makes me want to stay. I love summer, and I love the summer of life more.

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A windy summer

The sun becomes transparent and zig zag in the afternoon. Many dim lights gradually became clear in the hazy halo. A moment suitable for memory, memory began to revive?

The summer of childhood is a slow-paced psychedelic movie, and all kinds of flowing sounds come and go in my early morning dream: the quiet stone road echoes the hurried footsteps of pedestrians, mixed with the crackling splash, empty and abrupt; The sound of birds flapping their wings came from under the eaves, and the rotating wind disturbed the sleeping leaves, which swayed and rustled; The bicycle bell has been transmitted from one end of the path to the other, as long as the sound of Scottish bagpipes; Occasionally, the pure timbre of the piano falls and the melody flows, rendering those years without ups and downs.

I was a child who liked the wind at that time. I often stand on the narrow balcony, listening to the wind singing in the hazy morning light. The morning wind is as cool as mint and as transparent as glass. The wind blew from all directions, taking away the water vapor on the railing, and large and small water droplets began to escape and evaporate. Sunlight presents colorful luster under the refraction of water droplets, like beautiful brocade. All the leaves were covered with a thin layer of light fog, and the crystal dew on the leaves moved slowly under the wind, washing away the residual dust, and the dark green veins were now clearly visible.

The temperature rises suddenly, the air is suffocating, the cement pavement almost cracks, and the sun shines on it. Summer afternoon is melancholy and impetuous: half of the whole city is hiding in the shade, cicadas chirping from the lush leaves, like the constant noise on the radio.

The wind in nature is already thick and stagnant, and the only cool wind comes from the fan at home. In this long afternoon, I always fall asleep unconsciously. In my dream, I will meet animals in fairy tales, clever foxes, playful squirrels, brave seagulls, clever reindeer and kind spider Charlotte. They made those pale and monotonous dreams perfect like exquisite butterfly specimens. When I wake up, I often see the sun shining through the screen window. The dust is flying in the air, and the petals are full of sunshine, like an empty valley and a orchid.

Children or not, carefree. So many people ignored the heat, took white paper downstairs and folded a paper plane, and finally flew higher and farther than anyone else. The paper plane carries the child's simple dream, and after crossing a smooth arc in the air, it becomes a vast expanse of whiteness on the ground. The beauty of that moment becomes an unspeakable emotion when mourning in the future. And the children's laughter is a late monsoon, which keeps spreading and finally diffuses in the depths of time. When you are tired, you can rest under the tree. Those dark green trees smell pungent in summer. As far as you can see, dense leaves cover the whole sky.

Then I don't know who discovered the beauty of the sky at dusk. At this point, dusk has become a perfect moment. We got together and quietly enjoyed the charming scene of dusk: thin purple clouds floating in the sky are as beautiful as the scenery in oil painting; The setting sun gradually sets, pigeons stand on the roof with their backs to the setting sun, and their feathers are plated with gold; Light and shadow are harmonious, and the city has left its perfect silhouette of the day. The flowing wind in nature began to return. I stood in the wind like a devout believer, as if I believed that there would be a miracle, staring at the lights at the first dawn and not leaving until dusk.

The summer night came quietly, hiding the arrogance of the day and showing a deep and peaceful face. The residual heat has not disappeared, and the cool breeze is still refreshing. Many people are holding cattail leaf fans in the open air to enjoy the cool, and they are talking about trivial things with each other. The moon appears and disappears in the beautiful silhouette of trees, and the moonlight pours down quietly, making people's faces hazy and serene. Stars are pale yellow lights scattered in the sky, while fireflies are the smallest lights near the ground, flashing under dim street lamps and hidden in the background of night. If I'm lucky, I can see the vast Milky Way across the sky on a clear night, and the starry sky is as vast as an epic, while I look up at the sky and the mysterious Tianhe while listening to my mother tell those ancient legends.

Many summers have been swept away like flying snow, and many past events have been labeled by years, becoming specimens, memories and fleeting years.

Gradually understand that many times, happiness is a one-way street. You are unconscious when you walk through it. When you look back, you find that you can only look forward and never look back along the road. Lost, blank, disappointed. Who remembers who in whose memory, who commemorates who with whose story, who leaves whose legend to whom.