The Changing Face of Summer In the morning, there may be a slight breeze, but it will pass after a while. Before people can get enough of it, God will stop the wind.
But after a while, the sun came out and shone brightly on the earth. At this time, the wind was not as obedient as in the early morning. Not only was it not a cool breeze, it was also a hot wind. I thought, this might be what people call fumigation!
Spring, when everything is green, has passed in a blink of an eye.
June 22 is here, the sun is shining directly on the Tropic of Cancer, and the burning season of summer has arrived again.
Summer is a season of changing faces, sometimes crying and sometimes laughing.
One moment the sky is clear and blue, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the sun is like fire; the other moment the sky is low and dark, the clouds are dense, and the wind is roaring; the sky is furious, and the thunder and lightning are thundering; the rain is pouring, and the rain is pouring; and the rain is pouring.
Rest, Hongqiao flies north and south.
Summer is like a child's face, changing without warning.
Summer is a season of rapid development.
Everything is growing unbridled, especially the summer green, which is thick and deep and dominates the mountains and plains. Although it is set against the flowers, in fact it is green, fat, red and thin.
Bamboo shoots sprouted on the ground overnight after the rain. The bamboos grew rapidly and their joints swelled. The grass on the original grass grew luxuriantly, and the towering trees in the forest added a ring of growth rings.
Summer is a burning season.
The fireball of nuclear fusion is scorching in the sky, dogs stick out their tongues, cicadas chirp irritably, the asphalt road is left soft in the sun, and fish come out of the water to take a breath.
The people who worked under the scorching heat were sweating profusely. The crops on their cheeks and backs were wilted by the sun, and they stood there lazily. Some of the fields that had been dry for a long time were cracked. The farmers' hearts were boiling, and they were busy pumping water for irrigation.
The blooming hibiscus in the pond are like burning Olympic torches, some are in bud and ready to bloom, and the little lotus is just showing its sharp corners, and a dragonfly is standing on it.
In the rivers, lakes and seas with fishy bottoms, leisurely people enjoy sunbathing on the beaches and occasionally take a dip in the water.
In time, the rain came down, pattering, the rain hit the green plums, flicking the red window, and the mushrooms bloomed in the beautiful city scenery.
At night, when the clouds gather and the rain stops, the moon shines thousands of miles away, the stars are dotted, thousands of sounds chirp, crickets play, frogs chirp melodiously, forming a symphony.
Summer is a magnificent season.
This season is unfolding magnificent history.
In July 1921, on an ordinary cruise ship in Jiaxing, a group of extraordinary people established the Communist Party of China, ushering in a new era of independence and independence for China.
In August 1927, the Chinese Communists, who were about to be wiped out, fought back and fired the first shot of armed revolution.
In June 1944, the Allied forces successfully landed in Normandy, opening up the second battlefield in Europe and accelerating the demise of fascist Germany.
In August 1945, the Chinese army defeated the Japanese fascists after eight years of bloody fighting, ending a history of humiliation.
China began to strengthen itself, and China finally stood up independently in the world!
Summer is a season of ever-changing, ever-changing and magnificent events. It has always been performing exciting and magnificent history.
There is the same summer in life, and we are in such a summer now.
"Don't wait for a while, because your young head will turn gray, and there will be no sorrow!" We must cherish the summer season, constantly enrich ourselves, make our lives more gorgeous, and welcome the fruitful autumn of life.
Spring, when everything is green, has passed in a blink of an eye.
June 22 is here, the sun is shining directly on the Tropic of Cancer, and the burning season of summer has arrived again.
Summer is a season of changing faces, sometimes crying and sometimes laughing.
One moment the sky is clear and blue, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the sun is like fire; the other moment the sky is low and dark, the clouds are dense, and the wind is roaring; the sky is furious, and the thunder and lightning are thundering; the rain is pouring, and the rain is pouring; and the rain is pouring.
Rest, Hongqiao flies north and south.
Summer is like a child's face, changing without warning.