In Gua Tian, big, green and round watermelons are waiting for people to pick them. What you cut is the red earth of sunspots, how tempting and sweet it is! Oh, I see. This cute little brother hides in Gua Tian in summer.
In the refrigerator, there are various flavors of ice cream waiting for me: chocolate, strawberry, banana, apple, iced, cool and air-conditioned; And the sweet and cold mung bean soup, how refreshing and cool! Oh, I see. This naughty little brother hides in the refrigerator in summer.
By the pond, the clear water is also cool. The pink lotus blooms in the middle of the pond. It's beautiful! The green lotus leaf became the stage for the little frog, and the little dragonfly danced on the shower head. The children are playing happily by the pond. Oh, I see, this little brother plays by the pond in summer!
In summer, this little brother is in Gua Tian, in the refrigerator, by the pond, beside us and in our hearts. I like this funny little brother!
2. Where is summer? Where is summer? In the pond in summer.
On the pond, the lotus leaf is round and big, like an open umbrella. Frogs croak with lotus leaves as the stage.
Small fish use lotus leaves as umbrellas to enjoy the cool. Dragonflies use lotus leaves as tarmac. When they are tired, they rest on it.
Where is summer? In the orchard in summer. There are big round watermelons and golden cantaloupes on the ground.
Children push a cart, put watermelons and cantaloupes on the cart and eat them under the back of a knife. Under the grape trellis, clusters of grapes are ripe, red, white, purple, dark red, light green and colorful. How beautiful! Where is summer? In summer, when children are happy, they like to swim in the swimming pool. Turn on the air conditioner at home, eat ice cream and eat popsicles.
Where is summer still? You know what, kids? .
3. Where can I write a 400-word composition in summer? You should be a pupil. Fortunately, there is a problem, otherwise I really don't know how to write it for you!
Summer is in May, and the rain in Mao Mao becomes rough; Summer is in June, and clothes are getting less and less; Summer is in July, when storms break through the sky.
When the sun pricked people's eyes, the sky was clear and there were no more clouds. People hide in the house and do nothing, watching the wicker become a tapestry, and the cicada sounds set off the loneliness in the afternoon. Maybe it's summer. On a sunny day, in a dreary room, in the shade of drooping green leaves, in the lonely cicadas, summer lurks quietly, but it is everywhere.
When sunshine becomes a luxury, it is a midsummer afternoon, waiting for the lazy time to crawl slowly, listening to the short words of parents after dinner and the whispers of you and me, occasionally the warm wind blows, bringing a burst of comfort and comfort, and the tired birds are warm in the afterglow of the sunset. Perhaps this is summer, behind the bursts of laughter, in the time when we are no longer in a hurry, in the conversation after dinner, in the afterglow of half a river rustling and half a river red.
When the sun hides behind the dawn, the night becomes the only theme. The cicada quietly retreats into the depths of the night, and the fatigue quietly comes in. After a day, the exhaustion was completely pinned on a fragrant pillow, and the summer insects began to play, like a summer hymn, holding silence to the depths of their dreams. Perhaps this is summer, among the stars in the sky, in the swaying of trees, in the singing of unknown summer insects, in the sweetness of deep dreams.
Summer is coming, pants are changed into shorts, weeds are green, sunshine is warm, clear water is gentle, and the wind is long. Summer is hidden behind the fans, hidden in the elongated back, hidden in every inch of fidgety time.
It is summer again. Hot and rainy season! Summer came and it rained. The wettest season in a year is hot summer! Although my English name is "Rain", which means rain, I don't like relentless storms, but I like the lovely rain in Mao Mao! I like summer, but I don't like summer. Why? Please calm down and let me explain. I like summer, because in summer, we can play on the golden beach, swim in the endless sea, get close to the sunshine anywhere, enjoy family fun with our families, cool the air conditioner at home, play computer, watch TV, eat ice cream and travel in the world of books. And the summer vacation is very long, so you can review as you like. Even my birthday is in the summer vacation, which is of course one of the reasons why I like summer! I don't like summer because there are often storms in summer, sometimes it is a red warning, sometimes it is a yellow warning, and even a black warning when it is serious! Whenever we hear or see the weather forecast that it will rain, everyone is afraid that they or their children will get wet. It is because of this downpour that people around us are worried and fidgety. Many parents have to endure their children's pain, and we will get wet and even have a fever and a cold. Sometimes when we are in class, it suddenly thunders and rains, and this class can't go on because the students' attention is focused on the classroom. Listen, I just finished writing when it began to rain outside. Am I right? This is really the rainy season in summer.
5. How to write a composition? Do you want primary school students to write or middle school students to write? If it is a composition written by a middle school student and a high school student, then it is: This summer in this small town, I am enjoying the peace of this summer. -Inscription The wind blew away a leaf on the ground, and I felt the leaves falling awake and painfully. In summer, the sunshine is always bright, but it is dazzling. There is no wind and rain, only endless complaints from city people and premature leaves flying in the air. Time is finally quiet. Birds always fly in the yellow and hot sky. The flowers in summer are still in full bloom as usual. In the summer of this year, I hurried through the summer of the tenth five-year plan. In the flowering season, all the dark colors have settled down. When the eternal sun disappeared behind the mountain, the warm light through the trees turned yellow with the leaves in August and scattered all over the floor. When summer continues to spread light on the blue sky in August. The lotus in the pond in the distance has passed the blooming season. Rocks from the small river waterfall and weeds withered by the river, but I hurried through this bustling and seemingly lonely street, the forest path with the brightest spot at noon and the second hand day. In front of me, there is such a noisy and hurried stream of people. I saw the hot summer playfully chasing every busy passerby. Sweat gathered in the corner of the clothes, but no one noticed it. The dried-up faucet in the sunset makes people feel that time is frozen, waiting, waiting for people to be busy no longer. Walking alone on this lonely cement road, the red leaves were blown off all the way, and suddenly looking back at the scenery I had walked, I felt like I was in a silent black and white movie. Time is frozen in the picture, passers-by are speechless and have no clear expression. This summer seems to have been extended indefinitely-just like a silent railroad track. There is no end in sight, and the route disappears. People passing by, walking through a strange road, sometimes pass by your life and then disappear quietly before your eyes. Finally, in the vast sea of people, we went our separate ways and passed by thousands of times. In this summer, time is like standing in this silent blind spot. We can quietly watch the slightly messy pace of every passerby and observe the development of everything around us. I clearly touched the years. The trace of years in a hurry makes me clearly feel like a tree in the desert. I finally found my shadow in the time of heat condensation. The sky is still so boundless, birds spread their wings and fly silently. Clouds are silent, flowers and birds are silent. I can even hear my loneliness humming softly, until it gradually solidified in the drifting wind, only to find that this summer is almost over. If time can be paused. I think I should look back with a smile and see if I walked peacefully this summer. Summer flowers are blooming so heartily, and this summer evening is still as quiet as before. From the bright and beautiful world reflected by the clear and quiet eyes of the young birds in the tree, I know that this summer, in the hazy heat wave, we are all passers-by who have crossed another world. We passed by and looked forward to each other. I looked back ... (more than 800 words) but the landlord should be a junior high school student, so this summer, cicadas stopped their carnival noise and the sun reduced the heat. This summer, I don't know why, at this age, we all have different degrees of sadness, generally lack of sunshine, looking up at the gray sky, trembling fingers, and surging for the arrival of autumn. In summer, everyone's heart is soft and hot. Why decadence is rampant, like plague, sighing and lamenting. Listen, someone is crying. She is about our age, full of luxury, full of makeup, and there is no trace of immaturity. Perhaps, she was strong, at least on the surface. Tears softened her disguise, and the fragments peeled off with the wind. She became helpless and pitiful, like a lost beast, wandering in this city of desire. All kinds of guesses, rich young lady whose parents are smart and capable. Ah, a swan supported by money. Her parents are so smelly that they sharpen their heads and go in and out of money eyes, ignoring their love for her. Without the watering of love, no amount of money is just dust. She began to cry, a little hatred, a little resistance, and a stubborn mouth betrayed her. Her parents make a hullabaloo about little things and throw things. She was frightened and tried to dissuade her. Her parents' indifference to her meager strength gradually wiped out the little spark in her heart. She began to touch and pick up the debris on the ground with her pale fingers and looked at it. She cut her white wrist with unbridled blood, but she tasted an unknown evil. Scarlet blood bubbles softened all the memories, and the poor family of three was happy when she was a child. She smiled at the moment when the blood dripped dry and condensed. A flower-like life died with the wind at the end of summer. This summer, happiness died in decadence, and we are just sentimental children. So, landlord, have you solved your problem? If not, you can keep asking me.
6. Write a composition on a summer night: 500 flowers bloom several times, and the years are intertwined. Blink of an eye, it's the season of lotus again. In a sunny summer, it is my pure ideal and belief to enjoy the lotus beside a pool of red lotus and clear water. Looking at its lotus leaf field, the flowers curled up and smelled its fragrance, and it was inevitable to be intoxicated. Involving my old feelings brings me peace of mind and no worries. In the absence of fragrance and desire, people gradually realize that there is a little bit, and their thoughts are jumping and stretching between lotus leaves. Then, it is a kind of silence and liberation beyond the world of mortals. When they are almost overwhelmed by some meaningless trifles and repeated boredom in life, they will want to come to such a quiet corner and face a clear sky. Enjoy a pool of red flowers and fragrant green, and let your mood calm down between breathing and breathing. Enjoy the lotus during the day, and watch the sunlight filter the shadows flashing on the slightly rippling flowers. The breeze is blowing gently, the clear water is sparkling, the broad lotus leaves are layered, and the graceful lotus flowers are swaying in the breeze. Whether it is a rouge bud or a pink flower, it will give people a warm feeling and will be moved by her noble and clean mud. And pure, clear and not demon. "The next day, lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and lotus flowers reflect sunlight in different colors." The poet Yang Wanli must have expressed such wonderful feelings in such a clear environment. Watching the lotus at night is filled with a layer of hazy beauty. The silvery moonlight is like a veil of mist, and the graceful lotus flowers are set off more and more lightly and elegantly, as if the fairy Ling Bo waded to lift her skirt to me. I fell into the moonlight. No wonder Cao Yin, a poet, said, "You don't have to close the door when you sleep by the lake. Every late Qing Dynasty, you get wind of the house." When you watch lotus flowers in the rain, you will see more charm and rain. "It is pitiful to decorate the garden pool with a light posture. When it rains, the lotus leaves will be fragrant in the evening. " The floating dust on the petals is more charming and charming after being washed by rain, and the fragrance is far clear, while the lotus leaf is dark green and dyed. At this time, close your eyes, and the mysterious and beautiful melody will be like a drop of mountain spring, which sounds as wonderful as nature. And "leaving the residual lotus to listen to the sound of rain", in addition to listening to the ethereal sound, you can also hear a kind of melancholy and helplessness after the tragic autumn, a rain on the residual lotus, accompanied by a beautiful heart. Continue your roots silently and persist in your pursuit. It is beneficial to others and strives for fertile land with the earth. Even if I was born in a muddy swamp, I clung to her jasper-like purity and released my own fragrance. I think this is also what people need, to find their own purity in confusion, to show off their dreams in succession, and to stick to their vows in ups and downs. Even in the days without flowers, their hearts will stick to their vows.
7. Wonderful Summer Composition [Wonderful Summer Composition] Wonderful Summer Composition On a summer night, the clear sky is full of stars. This is a wonderful summer composition. I always like to look at the charming starry sky. Look, countless stars shine like precious gems, and the vast sky is like a huge screen. Little stars are sometimes embedded in the blue curtain like gems, shining faintly; Sometimes it's like a small eye blinking, curiously looking for something on the earth. Some stars like to be alone, while others like to get together. Look at the Big Dipper composed of seven stars, like a spoon. I really want to take it down from the sky and taste the galactic water contained in it. Is it sweet or not? Look at Altair and Vega. They are far apart across the Milky Way, but the poor couple can't get together. According to legend, they can only meet at Queqiao on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month every year. If you look closely, you will find that the flying horse composed of thirteen stars is like a white horse, with its hooves raised high. Ah, there are so many stars in the sky that I can't count them and see them enough ... It is said that there are no stars in the sky, and it is the daughter of the moon who wants hungry partners to find a happy island without hunger on a moonless night. I look up at the starry sky and daydream endlessly. If only I could become a star! On a moonless night, my friends and I can jump out from behind the blue screen to light the way for passers-by. Pupils write "wonderful summer composition" Tired, I can sleep comfortably in the clouds; Thirsty, have a good drink by the Milky Way. I also want the world to be always bright and full of peace and joy. Ah! Another starry night. Oh, I want to be a twinkling star in the night sky. In the blink of an eye, I experienced a fruity autumn, a snowy winter, a sunny spring and a scorching summer. As soon as I opened my sleepy eyes in the morning, I felt a * * * hot air. Anyway, I went to bed. The sheets on the bed cling to me like dumpling skins. I want to sleep in. But this is wrong. Even so, I still can't stop the burning sunshine. The cicada in the tree outside the window keeps calling, as if to say, "It's really hot and annoying!" " Hum, I must catch you today. "I jumped off the sofa, turned off the TV and looked out of the window. The people in the street are sparse, as if they had an appointment. I looked under the big tree and everyone was arguing, playing chess, playing poker and chatting. One of them said, "It's really hot! Some people say, "Why hasn't it rained a drop this year?" "Others said," The crops in the countryside will definitely be finished this year. "Look down again, annoying cicada in the call! There is also a dog sticking out its tongue under the tree. By the way, where's the neighbor's kitten? I guess it must be sleeping under the grape trellis. In the evening, the street was crowded with people, but it was getting darker and darker. People came to the street as if they had made an appointment ... The hot day was coming to an end, and it was really unbearable in the heat! [Wonderful Summer Composition] Essay: What is failure? Nothing, just a step closer to success; What is success? That is, after all the roads leading to failure, there is only one road left, and that is the road to success.