Drunk in Midsummer

If spring is budding, autumn is harvest, and winter is eternity, then summer is the struggle before endless prosperity. If spring is a nursery rhyme, autumn is a heroic song, and winter is a novel, then summer is a poem that intoxicates me.

I am intoxicated by the greenness of midsummer. Green, the boundless surging green, is the green that is not content with being ordinary and is determined to run forward. Nearby is the slightly lighter grass green, the lovely color is full of vitality, which makes me want to hold him in my arms and kiss his cheek; then there is the deep green, full of passion and not showy, the green seems to be embedded in it, but yet it is It floats gently in my heart; in the distance is the dark green connecting to the sky, green to the bone but not dim. There is high fighting spirit in the maturity, which reminds me of the poem "The old man is in trouble, and his ambition is thousands of miles." The old horse's back must be dark green, at least the green heart has lofty ambitions.

I am intoxicated by the sound of midsummer. "I see, I see..." Such a familiar voice, but I never tire of listening to it, because this voice makes me intoxicated. Cicada's lifespan was only as long as one summer, and he devoted his energy and passion completely to summer. While I was intoxicated by Zhizhi’s unremitting singing, I was also moved by their endless love and selfless dedication to Xia. "I see, I see..." Is it always such a melody? No, how much love is in the song! Xia Zhisheng impressed so many lives, and the tenacious enthusiasm of these lives made me deeply intoxicated.

I am intoxicated with the taste of midsummer. Whether by the lake, in the dense forest, in the grassland, even in a corner of summer, take a deep breath, do you feel it? Is it overflowing all over the body? Are you deeply intoxicated? The taste of summer. There is the fragrance of earth, the strong fragrance of dense forests, the freshness of lake water, and the warmth of sunshine. I really want to sit on the ground or use the sky as a quilt and the ground as a bed, so that I can completely blend into the midsummer and be influenced by this smell. Maybe it can be stained with some fragrance, then hold the scented hand and smell it gently, and your little heart will soften, then you will be truly intoxicated, enveloped by the smell of midsummer.

I cannot use words to describe Midsummer very accurately and vividly, because it is a poem that makes me intoxicated. He wrote it in green ink, used cicada songs to compose the rhyme, and used fragrance to create the atmosphere. I can only recite him over and over again, savor him, and be intoxicated by him forever.

--700 words

Part 2: Midsummer

There are baskets of ripe fruits, and the greenery of the willow trees has blown. One after another, one after another, gorgeous, rising high-rise buildings are lined up in queues.

This is the summer cherry blossoms blooming, the fragrance is refreshing, the peach blossoms are blooming, blooming like balls of popcorn, and the hibiscus flowers are like a poem by Li Bai. The fragrance of roses is like holy love. Lotus is the flower that represents the gentleman, chrysanthemum is the flower that represents seclusion, and peony is the flower that represents wealth and honor. Let us all wish the King of Flowers a birthday.

In summer, it is as glorious as thousands of miles long, and as magnificent as the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang. The summer sun breaks through the clouds and is our light and warmth.

Thousands of miles of sky, that indescribable white color, is a cloud spreading across the open space for hundreds of steps. Set off against the light blue color

It is really beautiful to see the blue color through the white shirt, especially at noon, the blue is set off against the clouds, and the sun is like a gemstone or fat jade. When it shines down, the color of the sun is as beautiful as a fish

Of course, midsummer is not a perfect day. The sweet rain falls from the sky. I don’t know what to do. I say from the bottom of my heart, how can this hot summer happen? If the clouds are stirred up and the rain is spread, the rain will stop. A rainbow appeared.

In midsummer, you are full of fruits, full of flowers, colorful rainbows, cool nights, and the stars in the sky will make you extremely excited. Winking at you.

The brilliance of midsummer is a gift from God and a free creation of people. From the original to the present, you have also seen your midsummer, how happy and happy it is. Here, pursuing dreams is also the same Pursuing the glory of summer.

Senior year: Ma Yimeng

--500 words

Part 3: Midsummer

June 20, 2008, high school entrance examination .

The air is filled with a thick feeling of separation, and the sad molecules are spreading rapidly. Farewell. Dear senior and senior sister. ——This is a paragraph I typed on my QQ personalized signature on the 20th.

On June 22, the high school entrance examination will be over.

What greeted me was the terrible battle at the end of the semester, and the long journey to the third grade of junior high school on September 1, 2008. I admit that I am a coward and do not have the courage to welcome the third grade of junior high school. I'm afraid of the piles of exercise books, the stacks of thick test papers, and the lonely, smokeless battlefield. I'm afraid, I'm afraid that by the third year of junior high, I won't have any close friends, and my life will be full of intrigues. I'm afraid, I'm afraid.

I think.

On June 20, 2009, I was the one sitting in the examination room with my pen flying.

On June 20, 2009, a sentence hanging on the QQ personalized signature should be - the air is filled with a thick feeling of separation, and the sad molecules are spreading rapidly. Farewell, dear alma mater. Farewell, dear teacher. Farewell, dear juniors and juniors.

Time always passes by me inadvertently.

It's like happiness is too close, so close that he can slip quietly through his fingers.

Now I am so scared that I can’t even imagine it. I can’t imagine how I would pass the third grade of junior high school.

I think.

On the third day of junior high school, the room should be filled with the lingering aroma of coffee.

In the third grade of junior high school, the only sound in the classroom should be the beautiful sound of the pen tip scratching the paper.

In the third year of junior high school, there should be only thick glasses left on the desk, dozing off.

In the third year of junior high school, I should be the only one looking haggard in the mirror.

……

This is the first time I am so afraid of summer vacation. So, may summer vacation be far away.

May the summer be endless.

--500 words

Part 4: It’s midsummer

It’s midsummer now. This year’s midsummer is different from the past. This time it’s midsummer. A rare hot summer in sixty years. The average temperature in many counties in Chongqing reaches 40 degrees Celsius almost every day, and people die of heatstroke almost every day. The sun is so scorching, it has the heart to cause the world to suffer from severe water and electricity shortages, making it very uneven. The fertile land is dry and cracked due to lack of water. There is no water in the rice fields. The corn is so dry that it can be easily ignited. Any field None of the plants in it survived, and even the potted plants I carefully raised were gradually on the verge of death.

There is no cloud in the sky. The sun is scorching the ground. A gust of south wind blows up, rolling up a heat wave from the ground. It is so suffocating that people feel suffocated. The strong sunshine softens the asphalt road. The road surface temperature has reached 60 degrees Celsius. When people walk on it, the soles of their shoes will be burned. If a car drives on it, the wheels will easily burst.

In the morning, when I read the "Chongqing Morning News", I discovered this news: "Due to the prolonged drought this summer, a large-scale artificial rainfall event will be held tonight. The main urban area of ??Chongqing may have a drop of 5 When I took the photo, I was very happy and sighed: "The devilish weather is about to leave, and the cool weather is coming!" ”

The next day, the sky was blue and gloomy, the air was much moister, the temperature dropped a lot, it seemed like every raindrop would fall immediately, cicadas stopped crying, the asphalt road My feet no longer touch my feet, and I don’t feel hot anymore. We don’t have to turn on the air conditioner anymore, the drought has been controlled, and tripping accidents don’t happen so much. There are more people going out, and I feel much better...

--500 words

Part 5: The midsummer night scene intoxicates me

I have been living in a town, and I am used to hearing all kinds of annoying noises, and I always breathe heavily. The air was fresh, and the next time I was at my grandma’s house in the countryside, I felt the freshness of the countryside.

The beauty of the countryside was at night. My brother and I were walking through the woods, and the wet soil was warm and comfortable. It was particularly comfortable to go up there. The branches under the moonlight were mottled and left sparse shadows on the ground. The beautiful scenery made me particularly excited. The chirping of birds came from time to time in the trees, adding a bit of joy to the lonely night. .

I couldn’t see enough of the beautiful scenery. In the blink of an eye, it was midnight, and my excitement did not disappear with the passage of time. It was so refreshing. After a while, a group of cicadas also shouted, and with the cool breeze, they formed a natural sound.

Singing hand in hand, one step, two steps, three steps, four steps. Looking at the sky while walking, looking at the stars, one, two, and three connected in a line... As we sang, we both looked up at the sky at the same time. The stars in the sky were blinking, which made me feel It's fresh. In my place, all I see when I look up are empty walls and only a few stars can be seen occasionally.

It seems that the beautiful scenery has not been finished yet, and I can vaguely hear thunder in the distance. The moonlight sky is like a baby's face, and it rains when it says it will rain. These thunders indicate that a heavy rain is coming. Brother urged me to go back, but I was still a little reluctant to leave, because my heart had been deeply affected by this. The land was intoxicated.

When my brother and I stayed at my grandma’s house, it started pouring rain. The rain pillars were like curtains in the sky, and the rainwater on the ground also gathered into streams. , very light. This peaceful countryside has left me with unforgettable memories. The moon, trees, birds, wind, cicadas, stars and rain will be stored in my memory forever and purify my soul all the time. .