Summer paper

In daily study, work or life, everyone has the experience of writing a composition, so you are familiar with it. Essays have the characteristics of clear theme and clear content. There are many precautions in writing a paper. Are you sure you can write it? The following is a short article about summer that I collected for you. Welcome everyone to learn from it, I hope it will help you.

Summer Essay 1 Summer in memory grows up in green, dark green and grass green, and we often receive invitations from summer unconsciously.

With the mala Tang in early summer, cicadas often think of sonatas at night, and Xia Feng brings hot air, which seems to bring a mysterious gift to midsummer.

Walking into the campus seems to be in another world, and everything about the season becomes very dull. It is not so much that we find that summer is late as it is late. On the way back to the dormitory, there are always trees to escort us. They are no longer naked as in winter, but quietly put on brand-new green suits. In the gaps between leaves, sunlight penetrates and forms a beam.

Lang Lang's reading led my thoughts to the first floor of the teaching building. It's early summer, and senior three students have to use the last time to sprint for the college entrance examination. Excited fighting spirit, just like early spring, the vitality of life flows with endless blood and will erupt at the last minute. The temperature is getting hotter, and the alternating shadows make time pass quickly.

Midsummer noon is always lazy, hot air, luminosity and taste spread together, and when it is covered on the eyelids, it becomes heavy, like hot heavy mucus.

It is midsummer! The air is mixed with rich fragrance. "You are a senior. How can you cope with the college entrance examination if you don't study hard now! " The teachers' earnest teachings echoed in my ears again, and the thick ear cocoon was covered with a layer!

Actually, I'm thinking, it should be very lonely to stand there and watch the sun rise and then set blankly every day, the shadows become shorter and longer, the vegetation grows and then withers! However, loneliness and boredom are the foundation of success, and they are also the only way for everyone who takes the college entrance examination. Hot weather can best reflect your mentality!

There are tears, laughter, pain and joy. The college entrance examination is so cruel, and youth is so fragile that it cannot be redeemed. Anyway, the long summer will come to an end.

Summer Essays 2 At night, I always like to look out of the window. The dark night sky is dotted with stars, seemingly tiny, but it shines brightly. Summer is hot, and at this time, my heart is impetuous, maybe I suffer too much, maybe I can't help it. Looking out the window and looking forward to the breeze is not cool, but also cool.

When summer comes, the horn of parting blows, which means that some people will be separated, some things will be in become memories, and some places will be remembered forever. There are many experiences in life that cannot be forgotten. Even if we pass by, we will inadvertently think of them and recall them in a certain situation. High school is a splendid but luxurious stage. We are young, ignorant and rebellious. We think what we think, but we can't do what we want to do. Here, what we shine is not flowers, but flowers, because struggling youth is the most beautiful! Here, we are extravagant and frivolous, and a lot of time slips away in an instant, but we ignore the changes that time has brought to our parents. Some people say that parting is for a better reunion. Time is no longer, but the sweat of those struggles shines with eternal marks.

Summer is a colorful stage, carrying hopes and ideals. God closes a door and opens a window at the same time. Accompanied by parting, we let go of our dreams and gave us a broader stage. We sing, we dance, and we let our youth die in our own way. There is a saying in the song "Be content with contentment", "How to have a rainbow and how to embrace Xia Feng? The stars in the sky laugh at people on the ground, and they always can't understand or know enough." Summer is a colorful season, and the wind in summer is full of expectations, accompanied by parting, but also a little helpless. Whether it's hot or cold, it's really just on your own. A calm and natural mind is easier said than done. The wind seems to have no support, but every time it passes by, there is a hope. I like summer because it makes me grow a lot.

Summer is the platform of life. Go left, go right, and the road is at your feet. Sometimes, we feel tired because we forget where to go on the road of life. Life is a huge coordinate system, and every coordinate is every footprint. How to position yourself, how to choose your own path, be down-to-earth and strive for the future. It's just a poem by Rainbow Guozhen: I don't consider whether I can succeed. Since I chose the distance, I only care about hardships. Life has no rehearsal, and youth is gone forever. And we just want to: be young and struggle!

Time is like a fine horse, running fast. In a blink of an eye, the warm and vibrant spring passed and ushered in a hot and scorching summer.

The early summer sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with shiny spots the size of copper coins.

The wind blows with a slight warmth, and cuckoos sing from time to time. It is telling us: "Spring is over."

Grass, reeds and red, white and purple wildflowers are steamed by the fiery red sun hanging high in the air, and the air is filled with sweet and intoxicated breath. In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom, red, purple, pink and yellow, like bright spots embroidered on green carpets; Crowds of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around with difficulty.

In midsummer, it is so hot that even dragonflies only dare to fly near the shade, as if they were afraid that the sun would burn their wings. There is not a cloud in the air, there is not a wind, there is a scorching sun overhead, and all the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily.

Under the scorching sun, on both sides of the road, ripe grains bent down and lowered their heads in the heat. Grasshoppers, like grass leaves, make a weak and noisy sound in wheat fields and rye fields, among the reeds on the shore.

The sun is like a fireball of the boss, the light is burning, the road surface is scorched by the scorching sun, and a pile of white smoke is stepped on. It's sweltering and there's not a breath of wind. The thick air seems to have solidified.

The whole city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, which makes people breathless. The dog lay prone on the ground and spit out its bright red tongue. Mules and horses have big nostrils, and flaming umbrellas are high in the air. It's too hot for fish in the river and birds in the mountains to fly out. Even the dogs in the village just stick out their tongues and gasp endlessly.

That day, it was terribly hot. As soon as the sun came out, the ground was already on fire, and some gray gases, like clouds, like Feiyun, like fog, like fog, floated low in the air, making people feel breathless.

It was a long summer without rain, and the old loach in the field was turned white by the scorching sun. The stream near the village dropped several inches, and the stones above the water suddenly became bigger.

I don't know where the bird went; The vegetation is dejected and despondent, as if dying; Only cicadas keep chirping in the branches; It's really breaking gongs and drums to cheer for the scorching sun!

The willow trees in the street seem to be sick, and the leaves are hanging with dust and rolling on the branches, and the branches are still. There is white light on the road, and the vendors dare not shout. The plexiglass signboard at the door of the store seems to have been sunburned.

Spring goes with the falling flowers, and the green leaves covered in summer jump in the warm wind. The early summer sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with shiny spots the size of copper coins. The wind blows with a slight warmth, and cuckoos sing from time to time. It is telling us: "Spring is over." Grass, reeds and red, white and purple wildflowers are steamed by the fiery red sun hanging high in the air, and the air is filled with sweet and intoxicated breath.

Xia Si's composition is colorful, but it's just a glimpse; Crystal clear, but can't resist a strong wind. Because the beauty of bubbles is always illusory and cannot last long. This summer, what we want is enrichment, not temporary beauty. Gorgeous walking is only a moment, and steady strides can make you hold your head high forever. In order to enrich ourselves, we should pack up the past, pack our bags and go to places with dreams; In order to enrich, we should seize the tail of time and let it be at your mercy; In order to enrich, we should work hard and let today breed the future; In order to enrich, never give up and go far away.

Countless things are complicated, but most of them are just a moment like a bubble, just a passer-by of time. Maybe in this restless summer, there will be many things disturbing your originally quiet little world. For example, an exam failure, interpersonal contradictions, and emotional problems in youth. Sometimes this will make you sad, sometimes disappointed, sometimes. But don't be bothered by those things, muddle along, and don't hold on to what is empty. Put unimportant things in the long river of time and let it pass quietly. In this way, you will feel at ease and have less waves. Put your heart and soul into your study, pack your bags and rush to the distance to compete for the college entrance examination.

On the road, time will slip away unconsciously. Did you catch the tail of time?

Wisteria is on the shelves and will fall off in a few days. Yesterday's summer purple rhyme seems to have disappeared in a blink of an eye, and today only green is left. This seems to be what summer is telling us. It's time for flowers to bloom and fall. I can't stand the flow of time among the splendid flowers. But fortunately, Wisteria caught the tail of time and timely bloomed its elegance between heaven and earth. When we suddenly look back, do we find that there is too much time in this summer, which evaporates with the sunshine temperature in summer? What about the rest of the time? How should I spend it? I don't think we should spend too much time on entertainment. Otherwise, time is fleeting. Summer has passed, and when we look back on this summer, we will find that it has been a bubble-like summer. When the finger of memory pokes at this "bubble" with an illusory and beautiful appearance, it will suddenly burst, leaving no trace of nostalgia, as if it were silent. When you regret wasting your time, you will find it so shocking. So don't squander this summer without pursuing it, squander your youth.

Everything today was born yesterday, and everything in the future was born today. Chunhua Qiushi, that's the truth. Fruit trees, covered with green leaves, keep jumping up, stretching each green leaf and absorbing light energy in order to bear huge fruits in autumn. We should do the same, let this summer give birth to next summer, and let us walk into the examination room with no regrets and confidence in next summer. The results show that this summer is not a bubble.

Cars that don't turn on a one-way street can only go all the way. Since we have chosen a distant place, we must share joys and sorrows. Mud and thorns can't stop you Maybe there is a shadow in front of you, because there is light behind you. If you break through the darkness before dawn, you will be the first person to embrace the light. Maybe you are stuck in a deep pit, yes, because you have only one choice-jump up. In this process full of wind, rain and mud, stick to it and you will have succeeded. If you give up halfway, you will find that everything you have done before is so fragile, because your giving up will make your previous efforts go up in smoke. You will find that everything before is a bubble you built, because you didn't enrich it in the end, which led to disillusionment.

Don't be a bubble-like summer, it's just an illusion, it's just temporary beauty, restlessness and slack, and giving up just makes you feel relaxed temporarily. And what we want is an eternal aura. Therefore, we should pack our bags and go far away, share joys and sorrows and never give up.

It's late summer, so cool.

I was just about to stay in the pen when the wind blew, and I didn't waver, because I was on the road, and I was very difficult!

Five years have passed since Summer Essays, and the years are like elegies. On the edge of the rainbow, there will be a girl holding a brush and downplaying a faint and meager excuse.

Summer comes as scheduled, the noise is still the same, the heat is still the same, our laughter is still there, and no one's sadness will be exposed to the scorching sun. People who study art are most afraid of the contrast between reality and ideal, and I am just an ordinary teenager. I just want to walk happily through the river of time and laugh like a flower! However, although we are under the same blue sky, we are in two places. The sunshine mottled the memory, everything vanished, and all the memories stopped with your departure.

Sunlight hit the desk through the glass, counting the sunshine, and my thoughts drifted away unconsciously. I went back to that summer. That summer afternoon, I watched you walk into the classroom in a white leisure suit. We walked through the classroom together for nearly three years, sitting there watching you put your textbooks into your bag. From beginning to end, we didn't say a word, we were silent all the time, although we always knew this day would come.

I can't go against my heart, I can only accompany you to the last leg. Out of school, we will embark on our own journey. Summer dusk is really beautiful, beautiful, but it can't stop this parting. We agreed not to cry, but we were not so strong, and tears rolled down our cheeks. Rong Ruo, I know neither of us can bear to part with each other, but you will still leave. You can't give up this opportunity. Therefore, if you want to leave, you must be calm. We will still be best friends. You know everything I have to say, so I won't say much. The moment I turned to leave, all the tears welled up at that moment. That afternoon, I went to the playground alone, just to miss our time together, and I confessed to the dusk every afternoon. On the table, graduation photo put it in front of our eyes, and we laughed as if nothing had happened. Hearing the sound of the camera taking pictures again, I buried my head deeply.

Yimin in summer dusk is really beautiful, beautiful. We met in Yimin. Here, we have an unforgettable friendship, experienced a lot, learned a lot, learned to cherish, and understood the meaning of happiness. With you in youth, I have no regrets in this life.

It is the midsummer of the year, and the wind by the sea is mixed with a faint fishy smell. It goes over mountains and mountains from another corner of the earth, across Wan Li, Wang Yang, and blows the memories in our dreams. Along the way, the airflow of Amazon is quietly taking shape, and the hurricane is about to wreak havoc. In Wan Li, there are clear skies and Wan Li, and sometimes there are overcast clouds and cicadas. The swing made of white cloth strips is silent and enjoying the shade of banyan trees!

You, how are you?

In summer, the wounds left behind can't dispel our friendship.

Summer Essay 6 When the leaves of Konoha have fallen on the earth with the vicissitudes of the world, you and I began to grow up because of some children. Just like an object with acceleration, it deviates from its original self and gets farther and farther.

This summer, it seems that it really comes quietly. In previous years, I seemed to be enumerating the worries of this summer, counting the arrival of summer vacation and smelling the unique taste of summer. And this summer, when I didn't notice it, I slipped into my sight quietly, gently, like a dream.

In the process of growing up, we will gradually ignore or forget something. The heat of summer is that summer vacation is coming, and so is this summer. Every step of life is like a porcelain change. We don't know what the result of this step will be, but we still have to move on and consciously move on. Sometimes, life is like a rehearsal. According to the completed script, scene after scene is staged step by step, with ups and downs, but even if it is repeated at that moment, it is still the same story.

Childhood memories are vague. The only thing that is clear is the smell of Xia Na. Now all I know is that when I smelled that summer, the picture that came to my mind was a noon in the summer when I was 1 1. The fan is whirring, my mother is feeding my sister lying on the mat, and I just came home from school. The picture is fixed in my mind and printed in my heart. This is just the smell of Xia Na. It slipped my mind. It's like seeing a familiar person. I always feel that I have seen it somewhere, but I can't remember it.

In fact, your life, like this summer, is still a summer after autumn, winter and spring, but it has changed. Like a clock, although it has returned to the origin, it is not yesterday.

We stride forward, and one day we will come to the end of our lives, which is the same in a sense. That road, whether created by the skinny reality or the product of growth, is getting farther and farther away from our most primitive self. What kind of experience is it from being within reach in the past to being out of reach today?

Forgotten yesterday, when I was young, drifted away, and I couldn't smell the summer.

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