Story in Summer

The story of summer 1 Summer is a very hot season, and people have no time to play, because summer is a working season.

Summer has come and farmers are working hard. Some are planting wheat; Some are transplanting rice seedlings; Others are planting taro and sweet potatoes. The children are watching TV happily, and some children are helping their parents.

I don't like this season, because I want my parents to work hard in the scorching sun and be basked in the sun.

The fourth grade of experiment in Huaiji County, Zhaoqing, Guangdong Province: painful happiness

Story of Summer 2 Summer is here, the sun is like fire, the grass turns green, the leaves are rolled up by the sun, and the lotus flowers in the pond are all in bloom. From a distance, they look like girls standing by the pond. A gust of wind blows and swings with the wind, just like fairies dancing. Dogs stick out their tongues, chickens flap their wings, kittens meow, and some people are swimming in the swimming pool. Some are eating ice cream and watermelon; Some people like to enjoy the cool in the shade.

In a dense forest, many small animals gather together to compare who has the most advantage. Little Nutbrown hare jumped to the center of the stage first and said proudly, "I have the most advantage." You see, my hair is shiny, and my ears can hear sounds dozens of miles away. I can run so fast that no one can compare with me. " Before the little rabbit got off the stage, the little turtle slowly came over and said, "You said you were fast, so why did you lose to me in the last game!" " Little Nutbrown hare said angrily, "You, you ... Hum! "The little turtle said," I have many advantages! " I can swim for decades without fear. Besides, my shell is very hard. If someone bullies me, I am not afraid. Get into it. "At this time, many animals came to power and said that they had gone too far.

While the little animals were arguing with each other, the respected uncle Niu came and said, "Don't argue. Every animal has its own advantages. Don't compare your own advantages with others' shortcomings. As the saying goes, it is your greatest advantage to absorb the strengths of others and make up for your own shortcomings.

Story of Summer 3 The train entered the northern end of Hebei, and it was flat but desolate all the way.

At dawn, cicadas began to appear, which made people upset. The four o'clock train reached several major stations halfway, and it was already around six o'clock. Because I fell asleep on the train for the first time, I felt uncomfortable to sleep, but I couldn't sleep at all.

-Tangshan Station is here.

The sound of the radio station woke me up from a shallow sleep. Looking around, cramped seats, air conditioning with plenty of space, horns ringing from time to time, and people who are tired of sleeping for various reasons walk in thatched shops where chickens crow. People arrive at Banqiao when they travel and do it every day, never stopping at sunset, which constitutes a beautiful, not warm, but very real train summer scene, which can reflect the sufferings of people's livelihood.

When the train drove to the east of Tangshan, a faint peak outline appeared in front of us. Most of the mountains are hidden in the clouds, and there is a feeling of white clouds fluttering.

Shan Ye, between white clouds. Cangshan, the fog is far away. Are there ancestors, sages, dead people, five ding, the rules of bereavement, dancing clouds to pray for the people?

The mountain is a distant view, but the close-up view is not beautiful-there are crops scattered with wheat fragrance; There is unclear flow; There is a thin cold day; But there is also a background of wind and calendar.

Compared with many busy people, busy making a living and busy traveling, how can I be happy this time?

My life is like a fairy tale, theirs is like a joke; I am sunny, and they are many passers-by who ride the wind and waves on the road.

For example, Beijing and the cities where the train passes by, by contrast, time passes fairly smoothly.

Safe and happy.

Summer story 4 wiped the sweat on her face, took a deep breath, raised her hand and gently pressed the doorbell. Sweet footsteps came from the other end of the door. As soon as the door opened, I said to my mother who had not seen me for many days, "Mom, I'm back!" " "

It tells how I left Guangzhou and flew to a foreign land-Korea to participate in boxing winter training. For fourteen days, I lived a devil's life: I got up at five in the morning and had to endure a two-hour morning run with time difference. Who can eat in the restaurant? But at the thought of training on an empty stomach in the future, I can only barely swallow a few mouthfuls. When I arrived at the main school, I looked up at my tall opponent and wanted to have a fight with them. I don't expect to score, I just don't want to get hurt. However, the more you think like this, the more you will be hurt. What can you do if you are injured? Put on a bandage and continue to fight to the end!

Of course, there is no leisure and shopping, but it is pitiful. Just seeing what we like, the coach has told us to get on the bus and go back to the dormitory.

On the thirteenth day, I think, on the last day, the seniors will practice us to death. With this uneasy heart, when entering the Taoist temple, the seniors smiled at us with basketball. At that moment, they were happier than winning the lottery, and their limbs danced. It turns out that seniors also have a gentle side!

As she spoke, she saw her mother's tears fall involuntarily. She choked up and said, "Son, you are excellent!" "

I remember that when I was about to return to China, the Korean coach did not forget to inspire me. Although he doesn't know the language, I can see his reluctance from his expression and body. However, I made an agreement with him and I will come back for training next year. He patted me on the shoulder happily and gave us the certificate. I was very touched to get a foreign certificate for the first time.

When the bus arrived at Seoul airport, it felt like returning to China! When the plane took off and headed for the sky, I returned to Guangzhou and my warm home with all the hard but wonderful memories!

Story of Summer 5 (1)

Summer in the south is always very hot.

Even in early summer, the sunshine reached its peak. Whether the sky is blue or not, it pierces all pierceable surfaces unceremoniously, whether it is burning.

In the summer afternoon in the south, everyone is weak, especially those who didn't sleep well the night before. The laziness of the body seems to evaporate with such sunshine and temperature. If you are heavy, you will be unconscious in rolling in the deep if you are not careful. The heart is light enough to float and evaporate with sweat.

When hunger comes from the root. When a bitterness comes from my heart. Branches and leaves are scattered like hair, petals are withered like dust. Fly your dreams and face the wind.

(2)

When the rainy river flooded my road, I finally had to turn to the eaves. Imagine the clear sky of childhood and one day, watching a rain, waiting for a dry road, romantic. This plot of sheltering from the rain, suddenly released under the eaves of the window, is elaborated in detail when encountering love. In what year did this situation wait for me under the eaves? Why in the long wait, I was not stopped by a person, but squeezed under the eaves by a rain?

In the decades I have experienced, it has never rained so heavily that I can't walk or even open an umbrella. I waited for the rain under the eaves, waiting for many past events and future to flow out of my heart. This morning, because I was lying in bed for too long, rushing to work and raining, I sewed together and intertwined for many years. It is better to wait a little longer than it is sunny and easy to get on the road. In the process of progress, a rain has passed, so we should choose a clean road and walk in a long life. Resulting in a longer rainy season.

The Story of Summer Summer has come. Needless to say, here she comes.

The teenagers seem to be ready, but they seem to be at a loss. Although the midsummer has not yet arrived, I have already felt her aggressive posture. It's time to start sweating Teenager, it's grade three. In summer, we are nervously preparing and worrying, only expecting to get a satisfactory result at the end of summer. This summer. Taught us the struggle before harvest. But what is the harvest?

Is the harvest just for harvesting piles of wheat in autumn? Pick a bunch of apples? Or just received the red face of persimmon? Well, besides this, what else? Is it a gain to change from failing to being 70-80 in study? In learning, from being afraid to speak to raising your hand, is it a harvest? On physical education class, you can run from 400 meters to 800 meters. Is it another harvest?

We all have to work hard before harvesting, and then we can harvest. Even if my article is not well written, I have nothing to be discouraged, because I have challenged myself to write here. Is it? Each of us may have a different understanding of how to gain more. But I firmly believe that after this hot summer. There will be a cool autumn.

Harvest is the courage to do what you dare not do and what you are afraid to do.

The story of summer is unfinished, and the stories and gains after summer are waiting for our own taste.

Summer has come, and without saying much, she has come. The teenagers seem to be ready, but they seem to be at a loss. Although the midsummer has not yet arrived, I have already felt her aggressive posture. It's time to start sweating Teenager, it's grade three. In summer, we are nervously preparing and worrying, only expecting to get a satisfactory result at the end of summer.

Story of Summer 7 One afternoon in summer, the sun was scorching, and cicadas were complaining. We children sit listlessly at the door, sweat keeps flowing downwards, and dogs stick out their tongues from time to time. Alas! How can you stand this weather?

I don't know who put forward this sentence: "Let's buy ice cream." Yeah, why didn't I think of that? So we went to buy popsicles and eat cold ice cream, which made us feel much more comfortable.

We finished eating and felt very comfortable. What's more, at this time, dad bought a big watermelon. Just after cutting, my brother didn't even wash his hands, so he went to get a big piece and wolfed it down. At this time, my uncle came over and said in a panic, "Don't eat like this, melon seeds will take root and sprout in your stomach and burst your stomach!" " "

After listening, my brother burst into tears, while we secretly laughed. The younger brother asked piteously, "What should I do?" Uncle proudly said, "Go and wash your hands, and then bring a watermelon to your father, uncle, brothers and sisters, so that watermelon seeds will not germinate in your stomach." Go ahead. "

My brother obeyed. Afterwards, I said to my brother, "Uncle lied to you. Watermelon seeds will not germinate in your stomach at all. Uncle just wants you to be polite. " The younger brother suddenly realized that he immediately went to his uncle to judge. Uncle saw that the paper couldn't hold the fire, and immediately turned and ran away, and glared at me when he left.

This hot summer makes me laugh and cry. Although it was hot, I had a good time. If only it rained now, we could cool off for a while.

Summer is a beautiful season, but also a distressing season; This is a happy season, but also a depressed season. Ah! If only it weren't hot in summer! Alas, this hot season!

The Story of Summer One day, it was very hot. One afternoon, Xiaoming and the elephant were playing on the beach.

Xiao Ming said, "Let's take a cold bath." But what if there is no water? Xiaoming had an idea. He took a nozzle and a tube. Xiaoming put the pipe into the sea, and the water flowed out along the pipe. Xiaoming sprayed an elephant with a pipe. The elephant also thought of a way: stick its nose into the sea and spray it at Xiaoming.

This cold bath is really comfortable!

Story of Summer 9 On a hot summer day, a little boy named Duan Hao was seriously stirring the sludge.

"ah! Duan Hao! " A lovely little girl greeted him happily. "Hello, Guoguo!" He answered with equal pleasure. The little girl looked at Duan Hao for a while and asked inexplicably, "What are you doing?" "Don't you know?" Duan Hao looked at the fruit doubtfully. "I'm grabbing the mud mound!"

At the end of the stirring, the little boy was relieved and his red face showed a trace of joy. "Guoguo, now you block the right side with a net, and I'll catch the fish." He wiped his right face with the corner of his sleeve and lifted his trousers. The little girl ran to the water mouth, and the little boy went down the canal, and the fish was driven to the stone like a gust of wind. Fruits are quickly caught in the net, and fish, shrimp, eel, loach and even three or two lobsters are available. Both of them cheered, but suddenly there were some tears.

"What's the matter?" Duan Hao took Laguoguo's hand. "Well-nothing." Guoguo turned his head, and suddenly the little boy seemed to guess Guoguo's mind and picked up the dry fishing net on the ground. "Guoguo, I want to shut up there!" "As he spoke, he ran to the water tunnel. Guoguo was so happy that he drove the fish to the right like Duan Hao. There were still as many fish caught, but this time both friends were satisfied.

A little boy and a little girl, they are bosom friends and partners forever.

Summer story 10 This summer is really hot! You see, the sun is baking the earth, and even animals are in the summer, let alone people.

I do my homework at home, which is really boring.

I sneaked out while my parents were away. Yes, just as I stepped out of the door, a drop of sweat climbed on my forehead and face. The sweat slowly stayed, and I cried, "I really can't stand it." But in order to have fun, I still insisted on running out. I think, where is the best place to play in such a hot day? Why don't we invite some friends to play by the stream, because it's cool there and there are big trees to keep out the sun for us.

So, I invited a few friends as soon as possible. They all think this is the best idea, but they all have a question: why not play by the river? Because the river is the most dangerous place, and the river is so deep, who will bear the responsibility if it slips? Besides, many people have drowned in the river before, and only the stream is the safest. The river is crystal clear and the environment is beautiful.

What can I do in the stream? I only caught fish, lobsters and crabs, and put my feet in the stream. The small fish scratched my instep and ankle, which was itchy.

First, we catch small fish. The fish here are big and small, fat and thin, long and short. In a short time, we caught a fat fish about ten centimeters. This fish is so cute that it really makes people feel sorry. Finally, we let go. Some fish were too difficult to catch, but they were finally caught. I don't know why they slipped away from us. Perhaps it is the struggle of the fish that makes us feel sympathy. Perhaps it is the smoothness of the fish itself that makes it difficult for us to hold it in our hands. Alas, I didn't even catch a fish in the end.

Nothing, nothing, we can also wash our feet. Wow! That stream is cool and comfortable. In order not to hurt the small fish, we let them all go to another place. We started to play and spilled water on others. That's cool. We're all happy.

It's getting dark Time to go home. We said goodbye and went home separately.

When I got home, it was really comforting to recall what happened that day. It turns out that there is such a happy thing in the hot summer!

The story of summer 1 1 Summer has come, and it is hot everywhere, like in an oven. Father Sun blushed and appeared in the air. When the dog saw it, it stuck out its tongue and gasped. The cat saw it and quickly hid in the nest and barked in the tree. Everyone asked, "Grandfather Sun, who are you angry about?" Grandfather Sun said, "I'm not angry. This is my mission entrusted by nature. Only in this way can green wheat seedlings mature, green fruits smell fragrant, sand on the beach become soft, and frogs' cheerful sonatas can be heard by the pond at night! Hearing this, everyone said in unison, "Thank you, Grandpa Sun, for bringing us such good things! " "

The story of Summer 12 takes place under a rattan frame. It was a hot summer day, and even the road seemed to show some signs of "evaporation".

I went downstairs with drawing paper and easel. The community is empty and there is no one. I shook my head: it seems that I can only draw some flowers and plants this time. I was thinking about it when suddenly an old woman appeared in my sight. She sat in a chair under the rattan frame. The rattan frame was blocked by the dazzling sunlight, which poured down sporadically. At this moment, she opened a magazine and began to read.

My interest came. I drew my grandmother. When I sketched the shape, my grandmother looked at me with her head tilted. I suddenly broke out in a cold sweat: "This painting is probably invalid." But grandma turned her head and casually looked down at the magazine. I took a breath and continued to draw.

About half an hour later, I finished painting and started packing. Suddenly, grandma came to me with slow steps. I thought to myself, this old woman won't come to tear up my painting! I wanted to leave quickly, and she quickly shouted, "Young man, don't go. Let me see your painting. " Just then, I stopped.

The sun continues to scorch the earth, and the paint on this painting feels very light and I want to jump out of the paper. Grandma looked at my painting carefully. "Young man, you draw well. Can I draw one?" I also want to get back the feeling of that year. "So, I handed her the paper and pen, and she drew like an old painter.

Ten minutes later, grandma finished painting and handed it to me: "I didn't draw a person, I spent a flower." When I look at this painting, I can't help but feel how perfect it is. The flowers on the drawing paper have distinct layers and transparent colors, giving people a vivid feeling.

I looked at grandma's paintings in surprise, and felt that she was full of youthful breath. I asked, "I see you and your paintings. You are only sixty at most this year! " She replied cheerfully: "I am eighty-eight years old this year!" " "I was shocked. It is rare for such an old man to have such a young mind.

After I packed my things, I waved my hand and said goodbye to her in a beautiful summer. Turning around, I have an idea in my heart: I hope that no matter what years have wasted me, I will be as happy as my grandmother in the future.

The story of summer 13 With the cry of cicadas, we ushered in a hot summer.

Cicada shouted loudly in the shade, as if to say, "It's so hot! It's so hot! " Under the willow tree sat an old man with a fan in his hand, one after another. There is a puppy lying next to it. It opens its mouth and sticks out its tongue to heat itself. In the afternoon, the sun scorched the earth, just like a huge stove. The trees hung down their branches, and it was stifling hot. The sun shone on the leaves, and many of them died and became fertilizer.

In this summer, I finally got a puppy. Its coat is black, its legs and feet are yellow, and its tail is pointed and a little white. It walks up and shakes, and its tail flashes. It's very cute! What's more interesting is that after eating, it will come up to me and lick me. I always smile. But I feel that it sleeps after eating and eats after sleeping. What a slacker! When it wakes up, I will lead it around the community with a rope. Really comfortable! Anyway, I like it very much.

In this summer, my father and I planted a gourd seed. A few days later, it sent out green seedlings. A few days later, it grew up again and climbed the iron railing next to the air-conditioning main engine. It has big round leaves and curved stems, which are thinner than half a chopstick, but it is very beautiful. Gourd, like my dog, I like it very much.

On such a hot day, ants have to go out and look for delicious food. When they find it, they have to move it back to their nest. When we arrived at the cave, our companions came out to help it. So, they must be sweating profusely. Look, the indomitable spirit of ants is really worth learning.

It is very hot in summer.

The story of summer 14 Growing things are like bright stars in the sky, so dazzling and countless. Pushing away the dust of memory, the exciting, soul-stirring and touching events clearly came into my eyes.

It was a summer vacation day, and my mother took me and a little sister to Hangzhou Water Park to play.

When we arrived at the park, it was already a sea of people, and there were tourists swimming around everywhere. We can't wait to change into swimsuits and go to different waters to play. My mother played in shallow water, my little sister went to deep water, and I excitedly ran to the middle water.

I don't have a swimming ring. I wish I could swim directly. Just entering the water, a boy about my age ran head-on, and I stumbled. Looking at the boy's unbridled momentum, a sense of disgust arises spontaneously. Alas, it's really uneducated. The bright mood was destroyed by him a lot. Fortunately, the cool lake immediately calmed my hot mood.

I readjusted my mood and jumped on those naughty wave dolls. Sunshine is also like a gentle spirit, jumping on the water, flashing blurred spots. I can do backstroke and breaststroke. Ha, I'm fine. I can dance freely underwater like a mermaid. Just when I was intoxicated, my legs stopped working. Oh, no, my leg is cramping. I was frightened and pale. I want to shout, but I can't shout a word! I still didn't give up saving myself in the panic. I want to surface with breaststroke, but my legs are the same as others, so I won't listen to me. I have been fluttering, and my parents' sad and tearful faces appear alternately in my mind. I thought: you can't die, you can't die at all. But I clearly feel myself, and I am sinking slowly bit by bit. I am desperate. Suddenly, a hand gripped my hand, and I gripped it like a straw. I can feel that this man's strength is not great. As soon as we got on the bus, his body could not exert any strength because of my pulling. We struggled in the water and rose and fell, but he never gave up on me. Finally, I was dragged up by him.

Ah, isn't this the boy who hit me? Seeing a boy of my age with big drops of water hanging on his face, I was so ashamed that I sincerely said to him, "Thank you!" " I saw his careless smile and said to me, "Let's call it even." Say that finish, he turned and walked to the shore.

Looking at the boy's farther and farther back, his image in my heart is constantly tall. Yes, compared with boys, how selfish and insignificant I am. I clenched my fist and secretly made up my mind. In the future, I will help people in need like this boy.

Summer Story 15 Looking back on the past years, I picked up the fragments of my memory and pieced them together with my heart. Suddenly found that there is a sour and sweet feeling surging in it. ...

Summer Story 32 1 Countdown

In the fifth grade, after entering the next semester of the fifth grade, the blackboard at the back of the classroom is written with plain white chalk that there are n days before graduation.

We are busy until two o'clock and one line every day, carrying bulging schoolbags, holding pens in our hands, and working hard on paper. Occasionally, I look up, and my classmates are still looking down at the cultivation with pens in their hands, and I don't know when it will end.

The countdown on the blackboard changed from three digits to two digits over time. The atmosphere is very heavy, and occasionally I can hear the sound of my heart beating strongly in my chest. I don't know when the double digits turned into single digits, and the air was filled with depression. It is getting closer and closer to graduation.

Countdown, 32 1.

Summer story alumni record

I don't know since when students like to put a thick classmate record in their bulging schoolbags. I remember the day before graduation, we set a record and signed a classmate record with more than 50 points. The same answer is written on colored paper. The message paper is full of words of blessing.

That day, we were all very quiet, like a wounded kitten crouching in a corner of the classroom, with silent feelings, writing the same classmate record.

Thick classmate records are filled with students' blessings.

Parting is not necessarily sad.

The Story of graduation photo in Summer

That day was the day when we parted ways. When we arrived in graduation photo, the photos were ugly and the expressions were complicated. Maybe it's because we naive children are going to be separated. For a long time, there is something called "friendship" that weaves our naive children together. This feeling is really pure and beautiful. Now, however, we stand at the crossroads of 12 years old and will choose different directions. Hey, maybe, people always have to be different!

As the saying goes, all good things must come to an end.

Let graduation photo freeze with our memories at that time.

In this way, I let this graduation photo cry all night alone.

Summer story, the beauty of the past.

On the day of returning to school, I saw my friends smiling. Suddenly I heard some of them shouting: However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will still be our neighbor. I smiled happily, because this sentence is really useful. He told me: I am used to buying delicious milk tea together; Accustomed to shopping together hand in hand; Accustomed to spending a tense countdown with code words in class; Accustomed to chasing each other and playing wildly on the playground. When some people and things have become habits, they will become your eternal memory.

Stories and trivia in summer

I remember that on graduation day, I wore a pink dress, full of youthful frivolity. I remember that on graduation day, Xiaoya didn't eat her endless lollipops. I remember that on graduation day, Xiaoya secretly told me that lollipops are tasteless now.

I remember Yan Yan's stubborn face with red eyes but no tears.

I remember that the smile on the head teacher's face was scattered in the wind.

I remember the joy on my face when I smiled and handed me a poster of Jason.

I remember when we were out of school, the unknown book in front of the teaching building left leaves all over the floor.

I remember hundreds of days and nights when we fought together.

I remember a lot. ...

I remember when I first came to my new school, there was a song called "The Last Summer" across from the video store.

Last summer, we will say goodbye. Last summer, I was not in the mood to go to the seaside. I just want to hide quietly in my room and turn over photos. My dream is still sweet.

We are still "open our eyes and leave in front of us"

In this way, the story of that summer ended.