In ordinary study, work or life, we are no stranger to essay writing, writing essays is an important means of cultivating people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. What kind of composition have you seen? The following is the composition of summer I helped you organize, welcome to share.
Summer essay 1Early in the morning, the genius is hazy bright, the sun is like a layer of gauze hazy, if any, all around the quiet, as if it is still the silent, cozy night.
In the morning, the sky all white, the east seems to have a little gold, after a while, the sun rose, the earth all around became golden, golden road, golden river, golden houses, golden trees, golden ......
Midday and afternoon sun is very sunny, people seldom go out, go out! also with umbrellas and sunglasses, and the sun was blinding.
In the evening, the sunlight in the evening, the sun all of a sudden much weaker, the weather seems to change all of a sudden, the air is very refreshing, the western sky on the edge of a lot of fire-red sunset, the sky is still blue, only the color is very light, so people are in a very pleasant mood.
The evening came, the sun was gone, into the night, the night was deep, a round of bright moon rose, soft moonlight instead of golden sunlight, I should also sleep. "Ahem - goodbye, class!"
Summer Essay 2The taste of summer is colorful and delicious.
What does summer taste like? Hot and spicy. I saw the farmer uncle working hard in the field planting and working when the sun was hot. Bean-sized beads of sweat dripped from the heads of the farmers. It dripped on their clothes, pants and legs. When I saw this, I went to help the farmer, but the farmer said, "No, I can take it. You go and play, kid." I heard, feel very sad, and left.
The flavor of summer is itchy. At night, I was entering the dreamland, I heard a "buzzing" sound, think it seems to be the sound of mosquitoes, open the lamp to see, and found that there are no mosquitoes, and fell asleep again. But always feel itchy, get up the next day, see my body in a few places are red, I realized that I was bitten by mosquitoes.
Summer is fragrant flavor. I came to the garden to take a look, there are daffodils, there are lotus, there are reflective red, there are peonies ...... I like the lotus the most. Some of the lotus only show two or three pieces of petals, some petals all unfolded, revealing a small tender yellow rosette, some are still flower bones, looks full of soon to crack like, beautiful.
The taste of summer is really colorful!
Summer Essay 3
The bean-sized raindrops "bar-ta, bar-ta" fell down, hit the sunburned yellow soil and black asphalt road, the ground immediately emerged a long string of white vapor, as if smothered for a long time, and finally released the same way, see the blue sky, the green lake, and can not wait to jump into the lake to take a bath.
After a while, the pattering rain turned into a sparse downpour. Raindrops intersected into a small stream, splashing a crystal clear white flowers. The road, which was covered with thick gray and black dust, said anxiously, "Come on down, come on down! I'm filthy, I haven't had a painful bath in a long time." . The rain washed away the dust, revealing the road's true color - black, and the cockscomb flowers in front of the farmhouse were in high spirits, red and bright as fire. The dry-mouthed flowers, grasses and saplings couldn't wait to open their mouths wide and drink the cool agaric. The rain seems to know that there are so many friends waiting for it, down more cheerfully.
The rain stopped, the clouds dispersed, and the sun lit up the earth. The air seems to be filtered as if, extraordinarily fresh, the sky is like a blue crystal ethereal; flowers and trees after the rain rinse, stretching leaves, green shiny.
Summer Essay 4It came quietly, just as it left quietly; I have not known it, but it is remembered by me.
It is so delicate and lovely ah! Quietly, smilingly, its footsteps are so light, so light ......
Look, look at the tinkling brook, singing joyfully, how excited it is! Has been feverish!
Look, look at the rustle of the sky-high trees, like a giant towering there, silently, but the arrival of summer, so that it sang a "rustle" song ......
Look, look at the bright sun, it is excited, excited! It's so excited, so excited that it's shedding hot tears, and it's a disaster! We are hot!
Summer, too much to love!
We've fallen in love with you!
......
It's just memories, memories.
It's already fall, fall.
Summer, when are you coming back?
Summer essay 5Summer day child's face, say change.
Just now the robin is still in the big tree helplessly sang loudly: "hot, hot! Come on, let's have a big rain!" A few swallows flew very low to tell us, "It's going to rain."
After a gust of wind, the sky darkened, and the originally white clouds turned greenish-gray, and in a flash, bean-sized raindrops fell, sparsely at first, and then denser and denser. Outside the window of the tree leaves were hit "popping" straight, the grass under the tree was knocked to the side, crackling and ringing. Some passers-by wore hats to the home, some strolling with an umbrella ...... The rain fell more and more big, the raindrops fell on the ground splashed a layer of splash, a thin layer of water mist spread on the ground, the window
Outside the scene became hazy. The rain is like a beautiful painting.
Not long after, the rain stopped. The sun rose again, and a beautiful rainbow bridge was built in the sky. Under the sunlight, the flowers were redder, yellower and more colorful, the grass was greener, and the trees were stronger ......
Just because of this rain, the summer was more beautiful.
Summer Essay 6"Un--", a cow call broke the dull summer days in Meizhou, the countryside is the most beautiful summer days.
Early in the morning, the sun rises in the sound of chickens crowing, and each of the men in the farmhouse puts on his back the farm tools and goes to work in the field. The women also came to the loom to continue weaving, a scene of feverish activity. The children, however, are still asleep in their beds.
Speaking of which, it is the Hakka's hut that is the most interesting. One is like a big circle. There are a lot of rooms in the "big circle", there are livestock, there are people, there is a warehouse, stored a lot of dry food and supplies. Don't look at the summer heat, but live in the Hakka house can be cool.
Speaking of summer, how can we not talk about the sun, the sun's rays scattered in the green willow trees, next to the river was also shining golden. Although the hot sun on the work of farmers is not very good, but see this piece of yellow wheat, any bad mood will become good.
The summer countryside really did not ah! Farmers work. Scenario, women weaving situation, and children playing and playing the scene, yellow wheat and red sun, an idyllic landscape painting was born.
Summer Essay 7The melodious sound of the cicadas awakened the sleeping summer, and also awakened my desire for tomorrow, hoping that tomorrow there will be more cicadas crawling past me.
The fiery sun blazes the earth, and it seems that every corner of the world exudes a touch of warmth, making the space stuffy and filling my heart with depression, and I yearn for tomorrow, and the sound of cicadas tomorrow can bring a touch of joy.
The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers in the sun are different red. The lotus flower also brings pink buds. In the river reflected a mixture of red and green. This makes me realize that in the sweltering weather, the heart is quiet and naturally cool.
The rows of lush trees near the street allowed me to find a cool home, and with the big trees embracing me, I felt safe from the onslaught of heat.
I also buy a couple of ice creams when it gets too hot to cool my blazing body, and at the same time let my little mouth unwind.
No matter how the weather we will always find a way to save, colorful summer, although let us difficult, but in the sweltering heat, let us look for happiness, such a summer, I look forward to!
Summer essay 8At the end of summer, my father and I stepped into the park, sitting on a stone chair to enjoy the lotus. At a glance, I saw that the lotus leaves like a guard, guarding the proud, beautiful lotus nymphs. Also at the same time with a long green skirt set off the beauty of the lotus, so that we all like it very much.
Looking up, I saw the proud lotus flowers tilting their heads, like showing us their beauty, and like saying: How about it, are we beautiful? It is also like absorbing the essence of the sun. Suddenly, my father's words interrupted my thinking. He said: Lotus is rumored to be the embodiment of the Queen Mother's side of a beautiful maid Yuji. At first, Yu Ji saw things on earth is very beautiful, they moved, steal out of the Palace of Heaven in the West Lake to play and play, to the dawn also do not want to leave. When the Queen Mother found out, she sent Yuji to the mud, and she was never allowed to ascend to heaven again. From then on, the heavenly palace less a beautiful maid of honor, the earth but more than one kind of flowers.
Summer Essay 9As the saying goes, "A year's plan is in spring, a day's plan is in the morning." My hometown - Beitang village, where the summer morning is also very beautiful and beautiful.
Early in the morning, the blue sky is like a sapphire that has just been washed with water. The sun, like fire, pours a reddish sunset. The snow-white snow-white clouds, a moment like a child in the joy of running a moment like a group of frogs followed the frog prince walk around, a moment like a dragonfly standing in the lotus leaves, is really strange, all kinds of.
Neighbors planted jasmine flowers bloomed, the sun shines on the jasmine flowers, looks glorious. The jasmine gives off a fresh scent.
The lotuses are beautifully floating around in the pond. Some of the lotus flowers emerge from the leaves, and some of them have only two or three petals. Some all unfolded, revealing a small tender yellow rosette, and some are still flower buds, which look so full that they are about to rupture.......
Oh! The original summer morning is colorful ah!
Summer essay 10Early in the morning, when you open the window, a burst of fresh air to meet the face, that is the wind, a group of cute little elves flocked to you, let a person feel relaxed and happy, I took a deep breath, I can not help but out of the mouth: "so comfortable ah!"
In the field, on the construction site, the labor of the people is more sweaty, heavy panting. How they need the wind at this time ah! This time the lovely little elf came, like a cool manna into the people's heart, let them lift up the lapel, combing hair.
In the evening, the bugs are singing and the wind is blowing the leaves of the trees. The park is very busy! Look, the square dancers along with the music, each like a little girl dancing; here are a few old people playing Tai Chi, that a move, a style, a style; there are also in the leisurely walk, chatting with the people. The children are even happier, running and playing. This group of cute little elves cool invade people's hearts and minds.
Ah, this summer wind, this lovely wind, you are more like a lovely little elf, to the early morning earth to bring fragrance, to the hardworking people to send cool, so that people are happy and happy, so that the child doubled the joy of childhood.
Summer Essay 11On a hot summer day, there is nothing better than the beach, with its soft sand, bright sun, cool sea water, and small groups of fish and shrimp.
In the morning at the beach, the hot sun shines on the beach, and many people are enjoying sunbathing. In the cool sea water, small fish in groups swimming in the sea water, small shrimp in the water to walk freely, but soon to be caught out of the water. A group of small crabs couldn't wait to rush out from their holes, lying on the sand, and sunbathing, not moving to enjoy the daylight.
At noon on the beach, the small fish swam into the deep sea because it was too hot, the crabs went into the sandy hole because it was too hot, and the small shrimp that, of course, burrowed into the sand, hiding from the sunlight, and outside the water there was a stream slowly flowing into the sea, and everything was quiet because of this sun.
At midnight on the beach, the sun is slowly setting on the horizon, seems to be reluctant to leave this beautiful beach, the sun goes down, some of them are all restored, the usual vitality and become beautiful and interesting.
This beach at any time in the summer, in my mind is the most beautiful.
Summer Essay 12In front of our house there is a pond with many lotus flowers.
The rain stopped, open the window, the fresh air came to the face, so comfortable. The grass stretched out, the dew on it is crystal clear, like a pearl shining in the sun.
The summer sun is like a big ball of fire, baking the big trees listless, grass drooping head, small flowers seem to wither. Mockingbird can not stand the sun, in the tree kept screaming: "hot, hot!" The lotus said to them, "I am not hot, for I grow in a pond." The lotus stretched out its leaves and swayed in the breeze.
The lotus that is about to bloom looks like a shy little girl standing in bud among the turquoise leaves, while the lotus that is in full bloom looks like a beautiful princess standing there in a pale pink cake dress.
The lotus is a treasure, the petals can be used to make tea, the lotus root can be made into a variety of food, and the lotus seeds are crunchy and sweet, delicious.
As the saying goes, "out of the silt without dyeing, Maundy and not demon." I like its noble quality.
I don't know when, but I'm not sure when it's time for it to go.
And you and I are accustomed to standing in the corner of life, watching the arrow dysprosium of time, whoosh away.
Some time ago, "5.12" the heart of the touch involuntarily be raised, only under the heart. The "H1N1" flu spread cases heard where there are a few more. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey.
Negligently early summer.
The restlessness of the wind suspended in the air, sigh. The sun seems to be a griddle, scorching the land. The summer gathering is about to take place, and I am about to leave the gathering to explore the true meaning of the word "hair".
In the morning, a bright morning, the sun is not yet open, you quietly open your eyes, wake up. You, flicking your tentacles, explored, ready to begin the long journey. Then, turning around, you dusted your wings and waved goodbye for the last time. You have waited too long for this moment, too long to sleep and wake up alone. In a flash, you dance beautifully to your appointment with summer, dressing it in color with grace.
When you dance between heaven and earth, unintentionally, flying through my sight. In a flash, can I not sigh for you? Can I still forget?
Summer Essay 14Early this morning, looking at the clear sky outside the house, I was so excited that I had a kind of want to go out for a walk. But this weird weather does not allow me to do so ......
I opened the door to the house, only to feel a gust of wind to the face, the leaves of the trees were blowing the wind shook his head, let out a "clattering" sound, as if at any time want to fall as if. Then a black cloud drifted in the distant sky, accompanied by one after another ear-piercing thunder "rumble rumble rumble" - I just realized, it is going to rain heavily!
Frightened, I rushed into my cozy room and watched the rain fall from the ink-stained sky, and listened to the "popping" sound of the rain on the window - it must be God's way of taking his hand in the rain.
It is said that the rain is like a pearl on a broken string, and it is a whole day, not giving people a chance to breathe; but today's rain is like a naughty child, teasing us, suddenly, a moment of great rain, a moment of stopping ......
I sighed, God is still this temper, and it's not a good thing. Fickle, no one will know what he is thinking. I also in my heart secretly happy: this rainstorm, can always wash away a little summer heat.
There are a lot of flowers blooming in the summer, there are cockscomb, butterfly, pomegranate flowers. But my favorite is still the water hibiscus lotus in the West Lake Pool.
One day in the summer vacation, my mom and I went to the West Lake. As soon as we arrived at the lake, the bottom of our eyes were lotus leaves and lotus flowers. Lotus leaves like a large straw hat, they are a leaf on a leaf practiced into a dark green. Lotus flowers. Struggle for color, whether it is budding buds, or blooming flowers, are so graceful, as shy as the shy smile of the shy girl, but also as that childlike smile. Deep pink, light red, snow white, light purple, large and small dotted with a pool of lotus leaves, so that the green is even more moving. In the sunlight, it was like a beautiful painting, I looked, looked, can not help but remind me of Yang Wanli's poem: After all, the West Lake in June, the scenery is not the same as the four seasons. The lotus leaves in the sky is infinitely blue, reflecting the lotus flowers in the sun is a different red.
I like the lotus, like its faint fragrance, like it pure beauty, but also like it that the noble quality of the mud and not stained.