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A 600-word composition on Xigu’s summer. . . .

Summer in Xigu

The vast blue sky, the leisurely white clouds, plus the hot sun, this is summer! The cicadas sang so enthusiastically and energetically, but the weather was so unbearably hot.

When it comes to summer, of course you will think of "eating ice"! Walk into the ice shop and order a large bowl of freshly picked mango ice. I watched the boss take out a large brick-like ice cube from the ice storage and put it on the ice shaver. The snowflakes floated into the bowl as the machine sang at the top of its lungs. In an instant, they piled up into a small iceberg. Just watching this process and scenery, most of the heat has disappeared. When the boss poured condensed milk on top and added a few freshly cut mango slices, the joy in his heart was even more indescribable. He took a big mouthful and put it into his mouth, which was as eager as looking at the clouds in a drought. The coolness that melted in his mouth, It is undoubtedly the best enjoyment in summer, and it also allows me to embrace the taste of summer!

On summer nights, there is a refreshing and pleasant feeling, because the high temperature during the day is relieved at night. After dinner, I enjoyed the cool air in the courtyard with my family. We chatted and laughed happily. It would be best to have a big ice-cold watermelon. The cold red juice penetrates the heart and spleen, and the heat is gone. Wow! What a heavenly experience. Looking up at the night sky, the stars in the night sky are like naughty elves, looking at the world curiously. Just when we were fascinated by the sight, my sister suddenly shouted: "The stars in the sky have fallen!" When we looked carefully, it turned out to be fireflies! This is my silly sister, always so innocent.

Going back to my grandma’s house during summer vacation is always my favorite. There are several hundred-year-old banyan trees in the park not far from my grandma's house. You can hear the chirping of cicadas in the distance, which heats up the summer atmosphere. My uncle invited us to go treasure hunting. We held flashlights and searched around in the dark. "Wow! This cicada has just started to "escape"!" "You screamed so loudly, what should I do if it shrinks back later?" My sister scolded me from the side, "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" On the show, I have been working hard to perform a "strip show". Everyone is waiting with bated breath and watching in stunned silence. My uncle said: "When it first came out of its shell, it couldn't fly because its wings were still wet. They had to be opened to dry them first. When the wings were dry, they would not be folded up and they could fly freely. Fly!" My uncle continued: "Cicadas live in the soil for seven years, but they only live for one week on the ground. They keep singing to continue their family lineage. "Wow! Tonight in summer opens our eyes to the miracle of life!

Summer is my favorite season, because I think it is always so passionate; in the passion, I treasure my forever brilliant, beautiful, and unique childhood, which I still hug tightly in my dreams...