The first part: Selected essays describing hot summer.
How hot it is this summer!
The sky in Wan Li is cloudless in Wan Li, the sun is scorching the earth, the heat wave is rolling, and there is no wind blowing. The world is like a big steamer, and everything has lost its spirit. The puppy was so hot that it stuck out its tongue and kept panting, as if to say, "I'm going to be burnt." The willow leaves by the river rolled up listlessly, and the cicada on the tree cried, "It's really hot, it's really hot!" " "The frogs in the pond hide under the wide lotus leaves and dare not come out. People tried to hide in the house, blowing fans and turning on the air conditioner. People outside are wearing umbrellas, sun hats and long-sleeved clothes, afraid of being sunburned by the sun.
How people wish it would rain heavily and let the temperature drop! But one day, two days, three days &; The hellip& amphellip sun is like a fireball, still hanging in the air, basking in the earth, and has no intention of giving up. Just when people were desperate, the sky changed greatly, the clouds were gathering and the wind was blowing hard. A heavy rain fell from the sky. The rain is really heavy. In less than an hour, the streets and alleys will be flooded. Even my door has become a river. The heavy rain lasted all day. The temperature dropped, but the heavy rain was almost a disaster.
In summer, you really look like a child's face! Change what you say.
Chapter two: Selected essays describing hot summer.
It is so hot this summer that even cats and dogs want to eat popsicles.
As soon as I walked out the door, I walked into the atom "Ah!" What's the difference with the house! The whole world seems to be shrouded in a stove, only cicadas are heard. Touch the straw for drying clothes again, alas! As hot as a bee. All day, people stay at home almost all the time. People sit at home as if their ass is nailed, but they just don't come out. People who used to run in the morning began to get lazy. They ate ice cream and ran with heavy steps. People who walk at night have stopped, and there is no one who is "basked" by the sun across the street. Every household has air-conditioned water flowing next to their clothes. If you turn on the tap to wash your hands, I still advise you to be careful. Why? Because the water in the faucet has been "cooked" by the sun, it is boiling hot.
In rural areas, some people sit under a big tree to enjoy the cool and chat, some people sit at home with a "banana fan" in their hands, fanning while watching TV, and some children wear vest shorts, straw hats and fishing nets to catch cicadas in a hurry. There are also a few people wearing briefs who bathe sweaty dogs in the water! The dog seems to be ecstatic, too: "Cool! Cool! " . And that country girl who loves beauty, with her long shiny black hair rolled up high and wearing a miniskirt, is sitting at home and refuses to come out!
I also sit at home with a popsicle and a watermelon, watching TV, blowing hot air and listening to the groans of cicadas from time to time. "Oh, my God! Calm down for a while! I am very hot! "
Chapter three: Selected essays describing hot summer.
Summer is as hot as fire. It is a hot and joyful season.
In summer, Grandpa Sun is very diligent. Every morning, it is clear in Wan Li and clear in Wan Li. It paints everything golden yellow. Flocks of lively birds are jumping around and singing on the towering branches of green trees. The fresh air and breeze in the morning bring bursts of fragrant rice. Maybe this year will be another bumper year.
In a clear afternoon in Wan Li, the sun is blazing wildly on the earth, the asphalt road is soft, the leaves are rolled up, and the cicadas on the trees are so hot that they are called cicadas & hellip& amphellip cicadas and hailip; & amphellip "kept complaining, her voice changed from high to low, heavy and slow. It's so hot that even the ducks enjoy the cool in the shade by the river. They are so listless that they don't even want to swim. Only hardworking ants keep moving. Maybe they know there will be a thunderstorm in the near future! This is people's expectation!
Evening came, and father-in-law Sun, who had been tired for a whole day, walked lazily to the west and dyed half the earth red. People come and go by the river, some bathe and swim, children look for shells in the river, some play with each other and laugh like waves. The cool river washed away people's fatigue and sweat for a day, making people feel particularly cool.
In the evening, people come to the Qiaotou Garden in Wenchang to sing and dance and enjoy the rising of the river. Some people hammer fish in Menghu for fun, while others absorb fresh air in the trees in the park and chat with each other in groups of three or five. hellip& amphellip
Summer is hot and full of harvest vitality. Summer makes people linger, cicadas sing and birds sing, laughing and laughing.
Chapter four: Selected essays describing hot summer.
It's very hot in summer, and the weather is as hot as fire. The cicada was overwhelmed by the hot air in the tall tree and kept calling "cicada, cicada." The dog felt very hot, too, so he stuck out his tongue to suck air.
In summer, there are three places to escape the heat, and that is the swimming pool. It was too hot for people to stand, so I went to the cold swimming pool for the summer. You see, children are fighting in the water, while adults are soaking in the water, as if enjoying hot springs; Second, come down. After dinner, people moved to the bench and sat under the bed to enjoy the cool. Of course, most people are old people and children. A group of old people sat under the bed and recalled the past, while the children played games in groups of three or five. Third, at home. Unexpectedly, it is colder at home than outside. It's endless fun to sit at home and turn on the fan and air conditioner.
If you ask me what season I like best, I will tell you "summer". Summer is very good, and you can eat many kinds of fruits. How can you say that summer is not good? I love summer, love the fruits it gives us, and love the summer heat it gives us. Joy, in that most beautiful summer.
Chapter five: Selected essays describing hot summer.
Today, the weather is hot, and the sun shines on the earth. The earth can't stand the sun's barbecue and is drying up.
In the morning, we still play at home. But in the afternoon, I can't stand it and I have to go out to play. We took the money, put on our shoes and set off. Along the way, the sun shone mercilessly on us, as if to dry us up. We couldn't stand the scorching sun and were almost exhausted. Beads of sweat oozed from our heads and then dripped down drop by drop. "So hot, so hot&; Hellip& amphellip "We walked on and finally reached our destination &; Mdash& ampmdash The entertainment place in Sunshine Community, but there is no one there. They are all afraid of the sun and hide at home to enjoy air conditioning. What about us? It's hot and tired now, but fortunately we brought money, otherwise we would really die in the hot sun. We went into a small shop, bought a cold drink and gulped it down. We were there, having a cold drink while swinging, and I happened to think of a contrast. The sun is like a big brazier, placed in the sky, roasting the earth; However, the cold drinks in our hands, like air conditioners, bring us a little coolness. Although it is summer, the sun is like fire, but recalling a trace of coolness, there is really an unspeakable feeling.
Summer is here, and the sun is shining. Summer is the season when animals come out for activities. What are they doing? Qixin cooperative ants are storing enough food for winter to avoid starvation in winter; Grasshoppers, on the other hand, sit back and relax, not worrying about winter at all; Cicada does nothing every day, but calls & hellip& amphellip in the tree. Some other animals are lazy and some are diligent.
Summer is a hot season and a terrible season. Dear students, I would like to ask, what kind of season is summer in your hearts?
#89 1 190 VI: Selected Essays Describing Hot Summer
Noisy, boring and hot, this is summer in my eyes.
Just after spring, everything seems to have not been able to adapt, and summer has come.
It's almost crazy hot. Outside the window, the sun was scorching, and even the thick asphalt road was burned into mud. The ground seems to be on fire. The air is hot and stuffy. You can light it with a match. The trees on the roadside look sick; The branches are lazy and drooping listlessly. There is no water on the ground at all, and it is all evaporated by the sun. Occasionally, a heat wave hits and rolls up the dust on the road, which makes people thirsty.
It's hot and dusty outside, so I have to stay indoors. In fact, the room is not much better. The hot air seeps in from the outside and gradually fills this small oven, just like steaming steamed bread. No matter how the fan is turned on, this hot air will always drive it away. Alas, it's stuffy inside, hot outside and not cool anywhere. I have no choice but to pray silently in my heart that this terrible season will soon pass.
Usually lively and active dog, now just want to lie on the shady door, vomit a red-hot tongue, panting. The frog squatted on the lotus leaf and croaked twice. Unable to stand the annoying high temperature, he jumped into the water to escape the heat. Only cicadas are left, crawling on trees and calling tirelessly.
Suddenly, I saw the distance-a dark cloud full of water rolled and moved with summer anger, and suddenly turned into pouring rain. Beads of rain the size of beans hit the roof, bed and door one by one, making a frightening "plop" sound. The lotus in the pond kept swaying under the ripples of water waves, but she could not bear the heavy blow and quietly closed her petals. Cicada stopped singing and went to hide from the rain. "Bang-"A blue light suddenly flashed across the dark sky, and the sky seemed to be split in half. Then there were several thunders, which frightened the dog. How dare he stay at the door? He rushed into the house and found a corner to lie down. From time to time, it barks a few times. I don't know whether it's courage or curse.
Oh, the noise outside has finally begun to subside-the rain has stopped, but the wind is still blowing, just turning into a cold wind. Who can stand this cold and hot? Who would like it? Summer is really.
In the pond, the frog has long since disappeared, and I don't know where it went; After such a heavy rain, the trees along the road are dying and lifeless; Only cicadas continue to lie on the tree and continue to "squeak".
I don't know when cicadas will hate it!
Chapter 7: Selected Prose Describing Hot Summer
Early summer looks like a strong man, wearing a gown, vigorous and powerful, showing people its reliable and kind side, lovely and moving. Midsummer, like an untamed bull, comes with a temper, free and unrestrained, and will show its wild side to people. Summer is not so handsome, beautiful and quiet as spring, nor so cool and pleasant as autumn, with many fruits. So, in this season, you can only follow your heart.
Summer is the most energetic season. In summer, all the plants grow desperately in this season. The trunk is thick, the leaves are thick, and the grass is not to be outdone. Only in summer can you see trees in shade and grass flourishing. In summer, there are not only green plants, but also colorful and varied vegetables and fruits will enter the housewife's basket, which will also make our dining table colorful and naturally add vitality to life.
Summer is the first harvest season in all seasons. In summer, hardworking farmers will forget the heat, toil and injustice, because they have ushered in the first harvest season. Stand in the endless wheat waves, drain water, dry clothes and enjoy the harvest. As long as there is harvest, farmers will sweat on the wet ridge; As long as there is Daoxiang, people will see the lofty significance of labor. Silver sickle reaps joy, sweat rolls under the scorching sun, plows turn over the soil, and labor brings a bumper harvest. This is the simplest way for farmers to solve life inequality. This is the son of the earth who interprets the meaning of life with a bumper harvest attitude.
Summer is the most heroic chapter in the romantic history of life. In this chapter, there are some thrilling parts, sometimes there is no danger, sometimes there is danger. Summer is the rock music of life, sometimes bitter and sometimes passionate; Sometimes the peaks and turns, sometimes the ups and downs. It is not exquisite but rough, its fiery and passionate enough to wash away all cowardice and timidity!
Summer is a season, a post station and the most heroic stop in life. Summer is a season, a mood and the hottest time in life. Life will be dull if it doesn't experience the midsummer season; Life has no midsummer season and can't stand the wind and rain; The scorching sun is the true color of summer, and the rainstorm is the character of summer. We have gone through summer, and we are not afraid of summer; We are damaged by summer, and we don't hate summer. Let's sing with cicadas, dance with the beat, advance with summer, and go to the harvest season ... We walk through summer and feel the taste of summer.
Chapter 8: Selected Essays Describing Hot Summer
The military training in full swing began. In that beautiful summer, there were long and short, hard and happy, reluctant and moved, and more importantly, the dream seemed to be a step closer.
On a hot August day, there is not a cloud in the blue sky, and dragonflies are flying in the air. On the green playground, everything is fresh and interesting. I met a lovely and strange smiling face and a serious and handsome instructor. "Do you want to work hard?" "think!" We started to build boats and cross the river. We sweated on the land, persisted and struggled, and the seeds of our dreams began to sprout quietly this summer. ...
We stand up, tighten our legs, gently raise our heads, hold our heads high with a smile, stare at the instructor in front, and listen carefully to the power of generate in every sentence; We strode, waved our arms vigorously, sweat dripped quietly, and sweaty palms clenched fists tightly; We reminded each other of every accurate action and shouted "Come again!" With one voice. ; The neat and steady sound of leaning on the feet and the loud and powerful slogan filled the campus over and over again. That kind of heartfelt sweetness, that kind of heartfelt smile, that kind of sincere and stable happiness, home is warm, sweet and heavy in my heart.
Finally, I seem to see the grassland and rainbow, which is my dream place. I smiled, because my dream is near, because my heart knows how to endure hardships, persist in efforts and experience hardships. Gradually, I feel that I am not the reckless little girl who just stepped into the campus. I have grown up!
Because of faith, because of strength, because endless enthusiasm is burning, this summer, the road has not stopped, and sweat is still running. I am firm, I don't flinch-go forward, my dream is shining. Turn sweat into a river of spring water and make it red. Struggle is like a sad song, always focusing on hardships and collecting the most beautiful finale with dreams.
Although I didn't do well in military training at the end of this summer vacation, I tried my best and I don't regret it! There is no need to shed tears for such pain. There are ups and downs on the road of life. Without trauma, how can there be sparkling and charming crystals? It's inevitable to fall a few times. If you lose, start all over again; If you win, tamp the cornerstone under your feet. How can I see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? That summer, the positive energy drawn from military training helped me keep my feet on the ground and walk far and well. ...
Selected essays describing hot summer;
★ beautiful articles about summer
★ Summer composition 800 words
★ Beautiful seasonal prose-summer
★ Summer Night Essay: Summer Night
★ 5 essays on aestheticism
★ 600 words to describe the rain prose in early summer.
★ Complete works of essays
★ Selected high-scoring compositions
★ Selected works of classic prose
★ Prose essays summarize good articles.
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