A composition describing summer things

Lead: The clear sky in summer is brilliant, the sky is so blue, the sun is so strong, and the sky and the ground are in a dazzling light. The following is my composition about summer scenery, which I arranged for you. I hope it helps you.

Chapter 1: Summer Lotus I don't know when the wild lotus has grown slowly in my heart and gradually frozen into the most beautiful memory in my heart. Notes before the text of a book or after the title of an article.

Hot summer, but always busy. So I have been pursuing a state of mind, so I think: forget this lightness of distress! A step without a destination and an unimaginable journey always kill this unbearable summer. Meeting her was just an accident. Because of the wild pond where weeds are flying and the clear water of the stream, I am shocked by the beauty of your bloom at this moment. It has become my most beautiful memory.

The shallow pond is surrounded by weeds and shallow water, which looks like full of green. No matter how long weeds grow, they can't grow into the water, and there is no trace of grass in the water. Only the wild lotus stands proudly in this corner, showing its own style. The breeze blew and a lotus fragrance crept into the tip of the nose.

I closed my eyes intoxicated and wondered what the lotus in Hangzhou West Lake would look like. There must be wicker green, rippling at the water's edge, next to the broken bridge, is an endless lotus, full of fragrance. Lotus leaves are like disks, some floating on the water, and some standing high on the water. The whole lake is intoxicating green, refreshing, and the cool water makes the already beautiful lotus show unique natural beauty. In front of us, there is a small lotus pond, but its charm is so gorgeous and intoxicating. I'm fascinated by her.

In the morning, it is silent. The dew in the early morning danced between its eyebrows, and several dragonflies wandered naughtily. When the sun rises, the morning dew dries easily. It's noon in a blink of an eye and the sun is shining. It does not shrink back in the hot sun, because the roots in the water can continuously provide water nourishment for the lotus, and the lotus blooms more vigorously, showing white and red. Is it true?/You don't say. Mud without dye, clear without demon? Ah! Fish and shrimp swim leisurely in the water, which is really a harmonious scene.

A few days have passed, and summer is just like the beginning. Lotus petals are floating on the clear water. Finally, she fell down silently, but life sang endless poems.

Chapter 2: Clouds in summer are really a mysterious sight. It can be charming. It can be charming. It has its own style all year round, and it seems to have endless beauty, which is amazing.

Look at the clouds in summer.

In the morning, clouds fluttered in the clear sky. It dances with the wind, leisurely and carefree, as if chasing each other, which is particularly lively and lovely, adding a lot of vitality to the sky.

The flaming cloud in the sunset is really a wonder: it scatters the brilliance of Huang Cancan to the earth and fills the whole earth with poetry. Moreover, it jumps like a magician, like a little rabbit covered with yellow velvet; Time is like a roaring horse; When the dragon is flying, it is flying; When it comes to colorful proud as a peacock, they really have everything, too many things to see. However, these things become too fast and dazzling to appreciate carefully. If only I had an advanced camera to capture all these vivid scenes!

Now let's look at the dark clouds before the thunderstorm! Dark clouds floated from the faint thunder over there. After a while, the dark clouds gathered more and more, and the more they gathered, the thicker they became. Finally, they swept across the sky like a storm. It seems that it is not the heavy rain that is about to incline to the earth, but the thick ink, which is frightening. But the edge of this dark cloud is light black, like traditional Chinese painting, with distinct shades, which also makes the terrible dark cloud show some charm.

Clouds, ever-changing clouds, beautiful clouds

I like it. I often stand for a long time, looking at the cloud and wanting to know all kinds of stories about its change.

Look, some beautiful clouds are floating in the sky.

Chapter 3: Summer sunset, unpredictable sunset, what infinite charm! It's magnificent, it's charming. Not long ago, I got this kind of enjoyment while enjoying the sunset.

Grandma's window faces west. Once, I came to my grandmother's house and witnessed the beauty of the sunset. I looked out of the window and there were trees and wild flowers everywhere. At this time, the sunset has lost its dazzling orange light, covering the distant buildings with golden clothes and replacing the flowers and plants with today's clothes, golden pants and shoes. At the moment, the sunset is just reddish, like smoke. After a while, the color of the sunset turned deep red, like a giant red mushroom, turning the clouds in the sky into red or rosewood. Slowly, the huge red mushroom became redder and redder, and finally became a mature big apple, which appeared in the sky. Facing the sunset, there are birds flying through the sky, like the same red ribbon, flying in the sky. Isn't this a great spectacle?

Before long, the crimson sunset slowly fell from the western sky. In an instant, the trees in the distance, the flowers and plants on the ground, the green mountains and green waters are all covered with the glow of the sun, full of dense. Especially the beautiful wild flowers, like a red coat, shine with red light and are beautiful. The first time I watched the sunset, I didn't expect the sunset scenery to be so charming.

The ancients cloud, to see the sun, for all his glory, was buried in the coming night. It is said that the last sentence? Just? There are two interpretations of this word: one is a pity, and the other is that it will never decline. I think this is the second understanding, because when the sun sets in the west, it means that it rises in the east, shining a beautiful dawn for people there. Where else? Near dusk? Sadness!

Ah, the sunset in summer left an indelible impression on me, which will be my beautiful memory.

Chapter four: Summer rain, crisp and powerful; The rain in summer is clean and refreshing; Summer rain is vivid and generous; Summer rain, not dragging its feet; Xia Yu, like a person!

He is not like a spring rain, dripping and moving. He is straightforward by nature, reckless, violent and fast. If Chun Yu is a pure girl waving a light green dress, then Xia Yu is a Liangshan hero who says go.

He doesn't like autumn rain, so he looks for leisure. He is always full of affection in the strong wind, revealing his chest in the thunder and lightning, and making promises in the thrilling. What if it rains in autumn? Who is more pitiful and haggard? Dear Li Yi 'an, then the summer rain is Xin Jiaxuan. She has long hair and screams at the river on the Ze River.

He is even less like winter rain, which makes people tremble mercilessly in the cold wind. He is like an angry magic soldier, marching in the air like a destructive tribe. If the rain in winter brings people a silent breath, what is the rain in summer? Swallow Wan Li like a tiger? The boldness and wildness brought by straightforward men.

Although he is heroic, wild, touching and magnificent, he is as strong as a man on the surface but very fragile on the inside. He endured pain and pretended to be simple, endured tempering and pretended to be open-minded, and smiled to show the power of life. When he was at a loss, he sometimes cried, sometimes laughed, sometimes quarreled, sometimes quarreled, but after crying and laughing, he went to enthusiasm with hope, fatigue and responsibility. Sometimes he just smokes when he is helpless, sometimes he just hides and drinks when he is bitter, sometimes he just cries in an empty corner, but after smoking, drinking and crying, he pretends to be a hero and becomes strong.

He always harvests his perfection according to the inherent procedure of the season. He will not advance because of people's expectations, nor will he be late because people experience dryness. He is always spontaneous, easy to come and go, always full of vigor, always forgetting his dedication to the earth in a short madness, and always full of love for life when he is about to die.

If the spring rain is graceful, is a pretty woman, the autumn rain is lingering, is a sad and dissatisfied wife, the winter rain is ruthless, and there is no tenderness, then the summer rain is a direct and frank man!