Excellent high-scoring essays related to the summer solstice. Someone asked me what season I grew up in. I would say "summer solstice" because it is the beginning of the four seasons. Although it is full of infinite vitality, it also has an inexplicable sadness. It has not yet arrived, so I have to learn it.

How to grow and carry out helplessly, I lament this fate.

Because growing up bothers me.

Today I have compiled a composition about the summer solstice for everyone. You are welcome to borrow and study, let’s take a look! Summer Solstice Composition: Chapter 1 In this day before the summer solstice, open the book about the summer solstice.

“All the love, all the hate, all the wet memories in the heavy rain, all the camphors, all the tears and hugs, all the unforgettable hot years, all the prosperous and separated lives, all rushed together in that summer that had not yet arrived before the summer solstice.

"Xiang Shanda's death." When I walked through a period of eighteen years before the summer solstice, I found that I was still a full eighteen years before the summer solstice.

In the past eighteen years, it seems that my own joy, my own heartache, my own noise, my own loneliness have all been truly given to the unreal me.

As time passed by, my steps gradually became slow, heavy, chaotic, and desolate... I breathed hard, thinking that I could wake myself up. I just needed a little bit of oxygen, a little bit, and that was enough.

But I found that the shackles of years of sinking had already been firmly tied to me, and I couldn't break free and couldn't struggle.

I stood silently in the warm rain. I found an excuse to cry. I knew that the liquid that slipped into my mouth was tasteless, and time diluted the past silently like rain.

I also know that the liquid is chaotic. It has poured into my chest, creating ripples at the moment of blending.

My heart was throbbing inexplicably, and my body was shaking uncontrollably.

A person's lonely figure is etched on the snow-white wall.

Dim light.

Everything is like an old diary exuding the unique musty smell in the corner. Has the pure world disappeared like this? Even the most beautiful years are covered with tears of time.

He quietly put on his hat and tightened his clothes chain, hugged his knees like this, and sat quietly in his own shadow.

Summer Solstice Composition: Chapter 2 The warm wind of the summer solstice tilted the afternoon sun, and we were suffocated in the hot van.

Everything is as monotonous as sunshine.

Turning the corner, I felt refreshed.

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such an endless wheat field, with only the green water leading to the distant mountains and the cool fragrance of wheat in summer.

It seems like this place always likes to surprise people.

The silent green has not completely faded from the eyes, and a bustling scene appears before our eyes.

We stand in the center of the beautiful three-way intersection.

The aroma of cooked food spreads in every lane, seeming to come from deep and deep shops, but it is so real.

To say this place is prosperous is not an exaggeration.

Just imagine, in the noisy city, where is such a simple conversation, where is the happiness in the woman's crow's feet, where is the full warmth in the fruits picked at home, and where is the contentment in the gravy? The years are twisting and passing here.

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People here inherit their bloodline and happiness from generation to generation.

The sunshine is still quiet. In the thick smoke, what is boiling is not water, but sunshine and golden color.

Classmates from more than ten days ago now come out to greet us like old friends.

Time passes through the fingers, but who seriously feels the happy grinding when it slips from the fingers? The home of an old friend is not gorgeous or ostentatious.

He stood quietly ten steps away from the intersection.

There is no fussy etiquette like that of the Fuji family, and there is no show-off like in the city.

In such an ordinary town, I saw the happiest life.

?And this is life.

Life is not a matter of carelessness in the jungle, nor is life a waste of time. Life is a pair of hard-working and magical hands, and a tolerant and contented heart.

The table full of mouth-watering food sets off the flashiness of the restaurant and the loneliness of the stalls; the beer after clinking glasses with old friends speaks volumes.

Friends, it is a philosophy.

The crowds on the trail have gradually subsided, and every house has lit up happy lights.

But here is the happiest place.

Because of my old friend’s sister, because we were lucky enough to be lost in the music and moved, and because for the first time, I was immersed in folk songs.

Maybe one day, a girl will become another Chinese singing in the United States. Maybe her hometown is Yulin, Guangxi. Maybe the whole world will be shocked, but we will not.

Say goodbye, wave your hands and sing a song.

There is also the handshake of old friends, and the girl's pear smile. Maybe this is also the pear smile of the summer solstice.

Goodbye, happy town, goodbye, summer solstice.