I urgently need an essay on "that summer", 1500 words or so ... help me!

1./ That summer (prose) That summer passed like this. Now I only remember .......... and remember that the vast wheat field was still blue. I wandered in it and watched the wheat waves swing away from me, like a reflection of time. At that moment, I shouted freely, venting my worries, and watching the sound rush away with the wheat waves, far away and never coming back. Now I'm standing in the city, looking at my own smallness and the venting market. I'm no longer willful. I know that he is no longer a wheat field or a carefree summer. If you leave the wheat field, you must tolerate the city on your own and learn to be as tolerant as I am in the wheat field. The wheat field that year, my happiness. But not this moment, never say goodbye. But please rest assured, I am still very happy ... On the way home, I gave up the asphalt road and chose to be with you, Grassland. I, with my back to the sunset, watched my own shadow dodge in your hair and felt the wind passing by my ears. In the sunset, I watched the horse walk leisurely on you and occasionally leaned down and whispered to you. The sheep in the pen will always move slowly with your warmth, and will always stop for a moment to chew your gift. And you are still quiet, watching them leave one by one, waiting for them to come back to you in the morning light. I, tired, lie in your arms, sleep, just sleep quietly and forget my troubles. Now, I can't see your figure anymore, even if it exists, it is covered with dust. I have been worried for a long time, and there is nowhere to hide. Gradually, I learned to let go, feel the coolness brought by the breeze like you, and forget the pain of being trampled. How many worries are hidden in the vast grassland and how many people feel happy in it. I like the splendor of the sunset, especially after the rain, Xia Zi filled the sky. But I always miss it. Some people say that if you can't see the sunset, you must choose the sunrise. On the other hand, it is all the same. But I still insist. The rain hit me that day, and I hid under the eaves, watching the rain slowly sparse, and then retreated. The dark clouds in the sky slowly flowed to the east, revealing the sinking sun. The sun burned the dark clouds, showing the joy of success after the rain. I forgot the mess in the rain and quietly enjoyed the joy brought by that moment. Then the sun left a magnificent sunset. At that moment, all the catharsis has been eliminated, leaving only the charm possessed by nature to enjoy quietly. The setting sun has set, but there is still a sunset glow. That summer passed like this, and the farewell train whimpered and announced the farewell signal. I hid in the wind in case my cheeks were wet with tears. Looking at the warmth of the past, I hope to save all the warmth. But all this seems too late, just let me know and take care of it. 2. Life is like that summer (prose)

Walking into the small town that stood by the river in my hometown five years ago, I found the beautiful figure five years ago. Now I feel a little sorry, and I also sigh why I didn't study painting or photography in those days. If so, that summer, that river, that life, that moving amorous feelings translated by life will be fixed in front of my eyes as an eternal landscape, reflecting my mood year after year.

Now I can only rely on these fragmentary words to collect my remaining memories. Memory may be another yearning-

The ancient town is very quiet, and the streets paved with stone slabs are winding and quiet. One end leads to the ferry where the wooden boat ran aground, and the other end leads to the majestic and tall bridge. The tranquility and peace of the ancient town have been replaced by the moonlight-like river bank, and the lush reeds on the shore are the most eye-catching in this natural picture of the ancient town and the river. Summer is the season of high tide. The blue river often leaps out a few waves, which overflow the beaches and banks, and flocks of wild cranes overflow among the reeds. ...

Qin and I met in such a beautiful place and in such a beautiful season.

When Qin was seventeen years old that year, Xiao Baiyang's beautiful figure embraced the feelings of attracting wild butterflies in Jiangnan water town, while her innocent eyes were two shining stars in the night sky, flashing blurred vision and colorful dreams ... In the morning breeze in summer, we often go to see the flowing clouds together; Look at wild cranes; Look at the purple smoke curling up on the river. Or look at nothing, just walk quietly along the beach and feel the emptiness quietly. ...

In the years before this summer, Qin and I were strangers. Although our predecessors inherited the blood relationship without blood relationship because of a friend in need, although Qin should call me cousin by age, we have never met. Although we were married in the dark world, I have no impression of Qin as a child. This summer I found this elegant figure with dreamy eyes.

At that time, I came to live in the ancient town with the pain of falling dreams (I can't remember why I returned to my hometown town for a period of time at the age of 20, only remembering that I was very painful, lonely and disillusioned at that time, and my career, love and even life were almost a kind of despair facing the abyss for me). Qin walked into the ancient town and approached me because of my despair. Our home is far from here. At that time, I lived in a house near the ancient town, and the house also had a small window. Through it, you can see rivers, beaches, reeds, new bridges and crowds surging on them. This scene was very exciting, very exciting, but it didn't feel to me, because I had lost my feeling at that time.

I remember it was on such a quiet morning that the window was green and occasionally the wind seeped in from the window. My door was pushed open and a girl fell in front of me in the rainbow sunshine-

"Are you Mao Mao? You are not what I expected. You should wear jeans, because your name reminds me of words like flying ... you should wear jeans. "

In this way, Qin walked into me and pulled me out. Qin's sincerity dispelled the confusion and loneliness of my spiritual world, and Qin's liveliness and cheerfulness made that summer particularly bright and colorful.

We often visit the old streets hand in hand, buy cloth and taste all kinds of snacks in the ancient town. We often walk on the reed slope against the breezy evening breeze and the chirping of wild cranes. At this time, Qin likes to open his hair and let it drift away with the wind, becoming a song, a dream and an unexplained black flame in the summer dusk. Years later, every time I recall this scene, my heart is always like a taut string, and it hurts faintly. )

A beautiful girl is like a beautiful reed flower in front of the window. It blooms gently, shaking my loneliness, illuminating my vision and giving me the passion to fly. After the summer, she drifted away with the wind, drifting out of my life with songs and dreams, and drifting into the distant sky.

It was the most romantic summer in my life, all because of Qin's company.

July is the season of high tide, and no matter what dreams will set sail at this time.

July came, and Jean told me that she was leaving her hometown. She likes flying in the distance. ...

Soon, I also started a long journey with the tide.

I haven't heard from my favorite piano for so many years. I can only bless silently and feel it through a period of time and space.

Many years later, on a drizzly early summer, the news of Qin suddenly came from Mount Emei: Qin had a good life in Meishan, got a satisfactory job and began to fall in love. I was so excited that I thought a beautiful girl would dress herself up. On the day when the roses are swaying, her smile will be brilliant and charming.

I wrote a reply to Qin in a hurry. I said I miss you very much and want to see you now. I also asked her to return to her hometown on this sunny summer day, and they went to the seaside hand in hand again.

After the letter was sent, I began to wait, imagining the scene where we met and how she was waiting. After five years, Qin has a mature face, light and graceful, and must be a 22-year-old woman. A 22-year-old woman's piano is more attractive than a simple 17-year-old piano. We walked side by side on the beach, pouring out our worries, talking about our lives in recent years, our emotional situation, and the bitterness that we never wanted to open up. And the longing for the years to come. Our voice is very small, and occasionally a series of crisp laughter will be emitted, and the laughter will ripple with the wind. The bright sunshine in summer will make our figure particularly clear and moving. Just like our literary friendship, it exudes a bleak and hazy beauty.

Imagining in waiting, waiting in imagination, day after day, summer passed, and the mountain came in July, but Jean still didn't reply.

In July, there were fires everywhere in my city, and Qiu Chan was screaming hoarse and impulsively outside the window. The waves came in from the window and flooded my whole body, making people feel heavy and depressed and suffocating. That phone, my sister's phone, rang at this moment: Chin committed suicide and took poison last night because of love. ...

Gene committed suicide. I believe in this fate: everything too beautiful is doomed to be short-lived, just like a meteor across the night sky, just like a rainbow shining after rain. A glimpse of life, as hot and bright as that summer, may have disappeared as early as that summer five years ago. What happened five years later this summer is just an illusion, and it must be an illusion.

But somehow, after I put the phone down, I suddenly felt cold all over, just like having a beautiful and horrible dream. ...

Jean, my good friend, rest in peace. Your beauty and youth will stay in my heart forever and grow old with me.

That summer (prose poetry) was originally a sad summer.

The lingering rainy season dripped all the way, and many weeping plots drifted away.

Let's go

I walked alone in the summer smile, walked into the blue sky, and the sun was detached.

Born in a flat grove, I walked into a plot that I never got tired of watching.

Everything is a clean fate.

You are standing in the wind with your back against a pine tree and a book in your hand.

Scene. I gently took off the picture folder and captured your brilliant back at the moment.

You turn around and smile.

So, that summer, I often lost sleep all night. Because of your back.

Shadow, we have become the new owners of that small apartment.

That lingering rainy season, that sentimental summer, finally won't let me

Stay with the children and say goodbye as always. We are not sad because of our souls.

The gate has locked all the scenery of that summer.

That autumn afternoon, I walked into Xiaoping land against the bloody sunset. bleak

Pine needles yellowed by the west wind rustle, and I am left alone in the pine tree where you often lean.

Under the tree.

You didn't come.

In fact, I should have guessed, from your increasingly pale face, your melancholy absence.

Eyes, knowing that this day will come.

The shadows of birds fill the sky.

My heart began to get wet and muddy.