Summer Essay

Summer Essay 1

Sitting in front of the computer, reading what Zeng Jin has written, I feel that I was a little silly and a little naive back then. My memory gets worse and worse as I grow older. Many past events that initially shocked me have gradually been forgotten by me and rarely come to mind in the passage of time. So I love to keep a diary. Even if it’s a small thing, I’m willing to pick up a pen and write it down in my notebook, even if the preface doesn’t match the postscript. When the day comes when my memory fails, I can at least look through my diary, even if it's like reading another person's story. Youth sometimes just happens in a moment. It seems like just yesterday I was running around with my friends barefoot, crying when I fell down, and laughing when I was given a candy. In the blink of an eye, I am about to enter middle age, and my childhood friends have already gone their separate ways and no longer have contact with me. Sometimes when I think about it, I feel quite sad.

What can I think of when I think of summer? The scorching sun, the lingering heat, and the eyelids that can never be opened. Yes, the weather is often as stuffy as a steamer, and the air is so humid that it seems like water can be squeezed out. When summer comes, people become lazy. They just want to lie quietly all day with the fan blowing slowly, until the shadows of the trees outside the window are mottled, and it is difficult to tell whether it is early morning or dusk. The strange thing is that despite the harsh sunshine, the plants are getting greener and more leafy, and the cicada hiding under the leaves is screaming like crazy, as if repeating "It's so hot, it's so hot." In the midsummer in my memory, there are indispensable the old ladies on the roadside waving cattail fans and chatting about homely things, the old men playing chess under the shade of the trees and the children chasing tirelessly, the old-fashioned electric fans, and me lying on the piano and being lazy... ...

If you want to ask me what I like about summer, I think only summer rain can make me happy! The rain in summer often comes at any time, and every time it rains, the air after the rain is full of the smell of earth and plants. There is a magical power in summer that makes me not afraid of thunder and lightning, and I am more willing to look out the window late at night. But in winter, whenever the wind blows and tinkles everywhere, I am so scared that I wrap myself up in quilt again and again, for fear of something strange. Therefore, every time it rains, I hope that God will be more violent and bring coolness to the world.

Before autumn comes, the autumn tiger exerts its last power, making people avoid it. Air conditioners and fans work day and night, sometimes for fear that they will strike because they are too tired... TV It is said that this kind of weather will continue for four or five days, and then the temperature will start to drop, and it will directly transition to warm clothes wearing sweaters. Haha~ Chengdu is such a city that has never seen spring and autumn. It is either cold or hot, no matter what. But sometimes we have to face those things that we don’t like but have to appear. Summer is like this... Summer Essay 2

Although there is no scorching sun today, I can still feel the enthusiasm of summer. The wind stopped moving and the clouds became still.

In the afternoon, I didn’t want to sit alone in front of the screen and meditate, nor did I want to get together to chat, so I made an appointment with my close friends to go outdoors to find the coolness of the afternoon.

On the highway, people come and go in twos and threes enjoying the cool air and strolling freely. Look at the green mountains and green trees, and listen to the gurgling water of the creek. Standing on the bridge, the wind blows smoothly from the stream, which is cool and refreshing. The heat of the day disappears in an instant.

On every scorching sunny afternoon, in this small bridge and flowing water, people of all ages, no matter how old or young, will gather here by chance, chatting, laughing, playing and playing, forming a unique scene. landscape.

At Qiaotou, an old man was sitting in front of his house, drinking beer leisurely and enjoying the gentle breeze. Put out a few chairs and greet people who come to enjoy the cool breeze. The wind will cool you and your heart will feel warm. Telling the story of the farm family and feeling the sweetness of life. Watching those people who came and went to enjoy the coolness, they took away the coolness, shed tears of gratitude, and the old man had a happy smile on his face.

Adults work and children study. In fact, they are both tired and need adjustment. Nature provides us with all this for free: gentle breeze, clear streams, green grass, and bright flowers. The feeling of being close to nature cannot be replaced by anything else.

So, let go of the busy day, throw away all the worries, go into nature, get out of the trivialities of life, and look for that rare leisure.

As dusk approaches, I listen to the gurgling water again and feel the refreshing breeze, reluctant to leave. Summer Essay 3

A feeling of joy, as if this little elf flew into my room, like a flickering lamp, lighting up in the night of this world. I couldn't help but take off my heavy glasses to quietly peer into this little bit of light, a ray of life flickering to my heart's content.

"Silver candles paint the screen in the cold autumn light, and small fans flutter against the flowing fireflies." Is it about the feeling of beauty? Or is it about the touch of life? Like a star wandering in the new moon sky; lightly like the dancing reed flowers in late autumn. It's like a ball of cotton, no, a ball of crystal yellow marshmallows. The night is like a naughty child holding up the tempting marshmallows and running around in the "alley" of the room. ". One, two, three? The sudden light and shadow cannot be gathered in my distracted eyes. There is only round light, like a woman's beautiful earrings, sparkling but not overbearingly bright. The two light spots flew together. "The farthest distance in the world is when the stars look at each other, but there is no trace of intersection. The farthest distance in the world is not when the stars have no trace of intersection. It is when the trajectories intersect, but there is no trace of intersection." Moments can't be found." They come together and disperse, like the shore and the tide.

The cool breeze from the mountains blew in unexpectedly at night, making my spine tremble, and I pulled the quilt up to my neck. The two little elves suddenly looked like two drifting ships, "swaying" in the "frivolity" of the waves. The heavy curtains swayed her lengthy frame in the breeze, and she seemed happy to do so. Is it because of the bright hope embellished by those few small lights? Yes, it is hope, enthusiasm and improvement for life. Although it is small, it is still flying. Although it does not illuminate the house, it is like a match in the hand of a little girl, and the sparks bloom on the match. This must be because I hope that it will slowly fly down again like a parachute. I am very happy, so I reach out to touch it, just like touching the pom-pom on the woolen hat of a strange child, carrying the holiness, anxiety and joy of it. emotion. I finally landed successfully, landing calmly on my broad palm, just like the Fourth Prince Flag of the Shenzhou 5 landing in Inner Mongolia, I felt a little solemn and sacred. A small luminous bug, a bit of fresh life, the touch of the tentacles is accompanied by the beating of the heart, how small it must be.

It is life, it is light, it is hope, it is touching... Summer Essay 4

The dawn of summer comes earlier than in any season, and the hazy sleepiness in the sky is washed away by the rising sun. The dazzling light tore ruthlessly, and the light that penetrated through the gaps in the curtains drove away the dreams that were still unfolding. The car sounds coming from the window from time to time announced the arrival of another day.

High temperatures are the constant theme of summer. Except for the pleasant surprise of a slight coolness in the morning and night, we are surrounded by the fiery passion of this season the rest of the time. . Although our bodies have long since said goodbye to the heavy weight used to keep warm and cold in winter, leaving only the elegance of covering up and decoration, the passionate sweat will still stick to the body and not want to leave. Sometimes we are even so overwhelmed by the passion of summer that we cannot sleep peacefully. In this season, people would not want to step out of their homes if there is no urgent matter, because waves of heat will greet you at the door, making you feel like you have fallen into a huge furnace, and even breathing will be obviously uncomfortable. The dazzling rays of sunlight reflected on the surfaces of those tall buildings made the eyes unable to withstand such favor, so they involuntarily narrowed their eyes to a narrow slit, and could only search the road ahead with difficulty. The shadowy sunlight hit the skin and even caused obvious burning pain. No wonder the leaves he saw were roasted to the point of lifelessness, and he drooped his head and kept sighing. The rising heat under our feet even makes people wonder if the earth is about to burn with the passion of the scorching sun.

In summer, we always avoid the heat wave, longing for the wind to bring a bit of coolness, and hoping for a place under the shade of the trees to escape the heat.

We also look forward to swimming in the cool water like fish without having to go ashore. We even fantasize about whether we can drop the white snow in winter onto this hot land. But the beads of sweat that seep out from time to time in the body still remind us of the enthusiasm of summer, and the uncomfortable heat still hugs us tightly. In the rising heat, I seemed to see my father and mother, with the scorching sun above their heads, rushing to plant corn on the red land that had been ravaged by the drought demon for too long before welcoming the rain.

On that piece of red land that should have been decorated with green, I saw my father wearing a straw hat, holding the nose rope with his left hand, and struggling to hold the plow handle with his right hand to guide the docile buffalo at home. Draw beautiful straight lines on that piece of land. Mom was hunched over, following behind Niuer and Dad, holding the bag of seeds in her left hand, and carefully sowing the seeds of hope with her right hand. The sunshine has not weakened because of their hard work, nor has the temperature dropped because of their breathing. Their skin has long been integrated with the red earth under their feet after years of work, and it looks so bitter and harmonious. . From time to time, they wiped the beads of sweat seeping out from the brim of their straw hats with their sleeves. From time to time, they pulled the clothes that were soaked with sweat and clinging to their bodies. From time to time, they exhaled the same hot breath as the summer air.

In order to minimize the damage caused by the drought demon, my parents and villagers could not hide in a cool place to take a breath in such a summer when people were reluctant to go out, and were exposed to the sun. Working hard on the land. It was a hot summer day, but it was also the time to sow hope. The scene of them working in the sun blurred my vision with the rising heat. Summer Essay 5

——Written to childhood

To my little bottle.

Letter sent in March. In the days of late spring and summer, I reread your words, and my mood is still vivid on the paper. Your smile is interspersed in the air. The happy notes are too like a tape, allowing me to record my childhood memories. The voices came back one by one. As a result, the sound matched itself with the sweet fragrance of flowers, the tinkling creek, the mountains of indigo and the soft sunshine, and roamed leisurely in my imagination. I suddenly want to listen to some singing. This originally ordinary night has become rich and beautiful because of your words, which is suitable for reading in song lines.

At the beginning of the letter, you mentioned Jian Yu’s “The heavenly books in March were all misprinted and no one knew about them” and “If the sky in April refuses to tear the silk, how will the robes in May begin?” ?”. I laughed softly, forgiving me for thinking that you were lamenting that literature is a never-tiring place of exile. You just use love poems to wish summer will come soon.

I can’t tell whether you belong to summer or summer is yours. The only thing I can understand is that the summer wind will always pass through your hair and my ears.

I always say, and others also say, that your eyes are filled with water, clear and transparent, and the two black pupils can reflect a clean heart, a happy elf, capturing the joy of the world. Your smile is like a good day, and your fair and plain face is always shining. There is also the natural black waterfall at the end, and the hair is filled with happy factors.

At first, I didn’t appreciate you. Just because you are so sunny, I am willing to shrink myself into a lonely corner. Because we are almost the same height, we sit next to each other, which means we have more opportunities to talk than others; sometimes, one party forgets to bring his textbook and reads it at the same table; we go to morning exercises together, canceling each other's clumsy movements... I remember clearly It was summer. Gradually, we spent several summers together.

In the summer, during the summer with friends, I remember:

The country roads in summer look more winding than in spring due to the heat. A stream of hot air travels leisurely across the wilderness, carrying the fascination of fantasy and laziness.

Summer rain can always make people feel refreshed. When the first rain stops, we can hear the sound of us reciting Yang Wanli's "Little Pond": "The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the clearness. Little Pond" The lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and dragonflies have already stood on it. "

The summer wind gives us the freedom to chase red dragonflies, and the wind sings in our hair and ears.

Summer flowers make our childhood gorgeous.

The first rain has just stopped, the breeze is rising, and the flowers are fragrant. It is you who gave me such nostalgic tenderness, which made me give up my mood to the sunshine and summer.

This summer is coming. I think when you look up, you will see it and be happy. It is qualified to travel all over the earth. Summer Essay 6

The cicadas are screaming and the fans are spinning.

When I finished posting the last post on the Internet, my sore hands had already forced me to press the computer switch. Then I took off my vest because it was extremely uncomfortable because it was sticky. I walked through the living room barefoot. My parents were not there, so I went out again. Must have gone swimming! Why didn't you call me? I thought angrily.

Go into the bathroom, turn on the faucet and start flushing. The cool water flows on my body, and I enjoy the most beautiful moment in summer, thinking, what would it be like if there was no water? Ha, this is another essay question with a header... Looking out the window, I don't want to spend more than a month of summer vacation in the 36℃ weather. For me who likes new things, this is simply a waste.

Turn on the TV and sit down on the sofa. It couldn't be more comfortable now. I suddenly remembered the drink I bought a few days ago, so I ran and jumped to the refrigerator and opened it, oh, no! Disappointed, sigh. I sat back on the sofa and watched boring programs one after another. I couldn't help but sigh, why are there so many soap operas? Can't the radio broadcast more entertainment programs during this depressing time? What a waste of national resources!

The phone rang suddenly, and I picked up the phone with anticipation, "Cousin? I'm my cousin. Do you welcome me to your house?" My eyes lit up in boredom, and I said happily Agree: "Okay!" I was afraid that my cousin was not familiar with the road, so I put on my slippers and went downstairs directly. I walked without hesitation in the hot sunshine - in fact, there was a shady place next to me, and there was a reason for this! In order to get rid of the nickname of "white-faced scholar", I had to let myself get tanned. Black is better than white!

I stood at the gate. Before my cousin came, I took the opportunity to observe the construction site opposite. The man pulling the cart stopped and squatted in the shade next to the construction site, holding a bowl of porridge in one hand and a newspaper in the other to fan himself, with a smile on his face; I wiped my sweat, rested, and continued to work on the construction... The sun was indeed very hot, but it seemed to have no effect on the construction workers at all.

A few minutes later, my cousin and I returned home. After walking this far, my cousin was out of breath. It's not his fault, it's all the weather's fault, not to mention that I'm already lying on the ground. "I'm so thirsty. Is there any fruit at home?" he asked, "No." I replied.

The ghost cries.

Suddenly, he ran to the refrigerator like a greedy cat, but I was already prepared. A second later, he howled: "Why don't you even have a drink?!" I covered my ears and said with an indifferent smirk, "I don't know."

It was another depressing afternoon.

The cicadas are screaming, the fan is spinning... Summer Essay 7

I don’t want to believe it, but a third of the summer vacation has passed like this, and time seems to have passed. The foal runs like flying.

During these twelve days, the sun was shining for a long time but never stopped. The hot and sweaty sun rays hit us mercilessly. Before, we were looking forward to eating ice cream and cold drinks. Summer afternoons have become the object of our complaints; the clouds have turned into summer, floating leisurely under the blue sky. Occasionally I will look up at the white clouds, hoping that one day I can sleep on them; Chan has been underground for seven years, After waiting for summer for a long time, as long as you listen carefully, you can hear their cheerful chirping close to the tree. They are preparing a unique concert for this summer, even if they will die after just one summer, They are also willing to do so. But doesn’t all this announce the arrival of summer?

In the large room, the fan kept spinning overhead, and the cold air emitted by the air conditioner was not cool enough, and my mood couldn't help but become irritable with the hot summer weather.

The girl has waist-length black hair, a loose white T-shirt, and black baggy pants. She sits cross-legged in front of the desk, biting a black pen and looking at a pile of summer vacation homework on the table in front of her. I couldn't help holding my forehead, sitting in a daze, and then lying on the table softly and helplessly. I thought: Oh my God! How to spend this hot summer! !

Suddenly, "I like you, those eyes are moving, and your laughter is even more charming." A cell phone rang, and her white hands fumbled to get the phone, "Hey, who is this?" The girl made a lazy voice. . "Hey, what are you doing at home? Come out quickly!" A pure male voice came from the ear. "Hey, bro, you let me out in such a hot summer, you just want me to get a tan, right?" The girl's lazy voice revealed a joke, and her mood became much brighter because of this call from her friend. "How dare Sister Ayao ask you to come out to eat ice cream and not appreciate it? In the same place. And Yang is here too." This sentence came along with the boy's loud laughter. "Don't tell me earlier, let's meet at our old place! Your treat! We'll be there in ten minutes!" After the girl's clear voice came, she simply hung up the phone and set off. The boy over there listened to the "beep" sound on the phone and smiled helplessly while holding the phone.

Ten minutes later, we arrived at the typhoon shelter. There are already two boys sitting inside waiting. One is wearing a camouflage top and a pair of black casual shorts. He looks much cleaner. That is Yu; the other is a blue striped top and white casual shorts, which makes him look bright and clean. That smile is Yang. "Hi, come here!" Yu waved to the girl, who quickly walked over and sat down, fanning herself with her hands as she said, "Huh~ It's so hot, I want to eat ice!" Yang looked at her. Laughing, she slowly handed over the ice order, "I want a milkshake, two cups of ice cream, and one cup of shaved ice!" The girl ordered these in one go without any ceremony. This was her way of eating them up! ! ! They were not too surprised after hearing this. After all, they were used to her being a foodie. They just smiled helplessly: "If you eat more, you will gain weight! Haha." Then they each ordered a cup of watermelon shaved ice. If you pass by there, you will definitely see a girl eating ice cream without caring about her image. The other two boys are tasting it elegantly. This is a sharp contrast! They chatted while eating, and occasionally burst into hearty laughter. Don't worry, something must have made them laugh again.

Maybe you will say that the girl’s carelessness damages the image of a girl, or maybe you will envy the beautiful friendship between them. They were good friends from the third grade when they were 11 years old to the second grade of junior high school when they were 16 years old. Six years was enough to test the level of their friendship. There were many ups and downs along the way, including quarrels, quarrels, and madness. There were benefits and difficulties. This also strengthens their friendship. They both have a certain status in each other's hearts, and they don't just talk about it. They knew that there was still a long way to go, and they agreed to walk the road together.

I remember when someone was punished in elementary school and we helped copy homework together; we swept the floor together; we walked together after school; we went crazy together on weekends. Wherever they are, there is laughter. Every time these beautiful memories come to mind, the corners of my mouth will turn up into a smile.

I just want to say that, in fact, there is a beautiful and pure friendship between opposite sexes, and that friendship is also indestructible.