Prose in summer

Summer is magical, just like a kaleidoscope, changing into a warm, colorful and fascinating world ...

In summer, all the beauty is in the eye. In particular, the smell of Yuan Ye, which is full of green, is really fascinating.

On a sunny day, I made an appointment with three or two friends, rode my bike and sped to the suburbs. The wind is fluttering, the clothes are graceful, and everyone who loves nature is inspired, and his blood is boiling all over, full of youthful and heroic spirit.

along the way, there were many tourists. They took photos with the green hills and the green waters, and put "pose" from time to time, and happy laughter floated between Shan Ye.

I put myself by the stream. The "tinkling" joy of the stream is like a long spring river, from the heart, from the silent mountain forest, through the rocks and across countless gullies and ridges. All the flowers and grass seem to be doing a celebration ceremony, green and green; Red, red and delicate. If I live here, I will become a layman, standing by the stream and talking with nature every day. Such a day is leisurely and safe.

I want to plant a piece of land and live a self-sufficient life. Raise a flock of chickens and ducklings. The trees around the house are towering in the clouds, and the birds are happily nesting in the branches. They are chirping and having children happily. This is my Garden of Eden, attracting countless bees and butterflies to dance and dance.

in my fence garden, I lie on a cane chair. Holding a Tang poem in his hand, he shook his head and read aloud, pretending to be a poet. Tired of reading, I gradually fall asleep ...

Everyone who passes by here will believe that there really is a paradise. All those legends about fairy tales have been fulfilled. In this way, I watched the grass grow and the warblers fly in the Taoyuan, watched the trees grow in shade and the flowers cluster, and enjoyed the fascinating summer.

suddenly, a thunderous thunder interrupted my train of thought. I saw the clouds in the sky getting thicker and thicker, overlapping, showing many patterns, some like flocks of sheep, some like Ma Benteng. "Wow," the rain poured down, the mountains were covered with rain curtains, the leaves kept trembling, and the river was bubbling with bubbles.

the rain comes and goes quickly. After a while, the sky turned white and the rain decreased little by little. After the rain, the mountains are clean and fresh, moist with water vapor, emitting pleasant fragrance of trees and flowers, and gently brushing the nose.

"It's just the right time for a light rain ..." Humming a ditty, I hurried home happily ... Essays in summer 2

Spring gradually lost, and summer slowly came to us. In the summer morning, summer insects are also constantly roaming. How charming the summer evening is! My favorite is the summer evening. In the evening, the weather gradually turned cold, and people became active in the evening. Some people are walking, some people are enjoying the scenery, and I spend every summer evening. I tried to compose and sing lyrics on the road, walking and singing, accompanied by the breeze. In the distance came the cries of frogs, and dragonfly children were flying around in front of my eyes. In summer, I have an unspeakable feeling.

Every summer morning, I get up after four o'clock. The first thing I do when I get up is to pour a cup of tea. After pouring the tea, I will run for a kilometer, and then I will drink that cup of boiled water when I go home. Then, brush your teeth and wash your face for breakfast. I made up many lyrics in summer, when I saw the green rice seedlings in the field, the frogs' chirping, the bright stars in the sky, the planes in the sky, the dogs and cats at home. I couldn't help but make up < < Unknown Song > >, and the lyrics were: By the path; Green rice fragrance; I'm walking, on that road; Look up at the blue sky; The star and the moon are bright and bright; The breeze blows; Green rice floats; The children are crying; Planes in the sky fly around; The cats and dogs at home are jumping; People are so happy and good to walk; Happiness, others think that summer is boring and terrible. And I think summer is happy and happy.

There are many things that I find interesting in summer, such as me, my cousin, and my cousin's friends. When we were bored and had nothing to do, we decided to catch dragonflies and step on lotus flowers. On a charming summer evening, my cousin supported the boat in the lotus pond, and we stood in the cabin. With a net, when a dragonfly lands on a lotus leaf, a net can trap several dragonflies. We are not only catching dragonflies and stepping on lotus flowers in the lotus pond. We are still playing in the lotus pond, how happy we are! How happy I am! In the eyes of others, summer is tasteless, but in my eyes, it is a beautiful world. Let me find a lot of fun, catching dragonflies, stepping on lotus flowers, composing and singing lyrics ... < P > Summer is my favorite, and I put all my fun in summer morning and evening. I enjoy summer and bring me good times. I will keep summer as a beautiful painting.

ah! In summer, you are a beautiful angel in my mind. Summer, if you can sleep in the summer

It's late at night, and I'm alone again, and I'm beginning to recite the scriptures.

Spring in Shijiazhuang is always so short, so short that it is hastily called a curtain call in the summer that I don't know how to describe before I feel the breath of flowers.

in summer, I began to be afraid of this season. Five years, five years ago, this season brought you to my side, and we met unexpectedly on campus.

In summer, I have drunk the pure water you bought in a sunny afternoon, and the night breeze blows has the tenderness you have hugged. I have spent the whole night in an Internet cafe with you on a boring weekend, we have a romantic encounter on an empty campus, and we have a faint miss on a long summer vacation.

Summer always reminds me of you.

I used to be headstrong, so I'm still headstrong about seeing you again.

I smell the heat of summer, but I can't smell you anymore.

tossing and turning, thinking of you in complicated emotions! Miss you! Miss you!

There is no sound of vibrating air in the silent night sky. If it is noisy, it may disturb my thoughts and bring me back to reality, reminding me that it is night and it is time to rest.

In summer, if I can sleep in the summer, I'd rather kill myself all the time belonging to this season

At least I won't see the boy wearing an orange T-shirt remembering the scene that I followed you all the way from the boys' dormitory to the off-campus Internet cafe.

at least I won't see the ice cream and think of the care you gave me.

At least I won't see the beer and think of how many nights we drank.

At least I won't think of us walking in the playground together on a cool summer night.

what happened to me in summer?

even the flame-like temperature can't affect the cold heart.

The picture reappears, but I can't go back to the summer with you.

fantasy, fantasy, disillusionment.

the one-chastity-one-chastity freeze-frame will never be played in series again.

I miss you! Click tentative, and then play it again. I still miss you!

If your indifference is also in summer when we pass by, it may balance this season!

The windy season at night is full of tender days you have given!

I don't even give a reason to hate you this season! Essay in Summer 3

Summer is a poem "Thinking about a Quiet Night" written in the south of the Yangtze River. It is rich, suitable for expressing emotions, weaving colorful dreams, and whispering under the moon.

So, leaning against the window, quietly reminiscing about the past, let a breeze face you, with the fragrance of the earth and the fragrance of Shan Ye. In the thick midsummer night, knock on the door of the universe with your heart, open the curtain of the blue sky, open the waves of the Milky Way, and see the bright planetesimals, which are blurred and flashing, a little colorful and beyond your reach. By the touch of tenderness when the moon hangs on the treetops, it reveals the watery feelings deeply hidden in the ravine of years, so that the faint joy and sadness are slowly chewed by loneliness.

Tonight, sit on the edge of soul and dream, smell the fragrance of a rose tree, watch the flowing green leaves, listen to the tinkling of the clear spring on the stone, the chirping of birds in the mountains, the rustling of vegetation in the forest, and the graceful thoughts. Let your soul be released, and your heart will be as still as water, away from worldly customs, and wander with the light and pure Xia Feng.

Perhaps, all the literati have a dream of Jiangnan, which decorated their home. In Jiangnan, make yourself a mountain, lie down as a Yuan Ye, walk into rivers and swim into pavilions. No matter where you go, the graceful steps are all in the landscape map leading to the painter. I like the fragrance of its soil and the ease of flowing water of small bridges; I like the quiet time of its old street and the charm of blue bricks and small tiles; I like its soft time and the warm breath when the river flows under the eaves. A thin bamboo oil paper flower umbrella and a beautiful back are enough for many literati and poets to pour their love into it and splash ink to make it fragrant.

In this life, I would like to live in seclusion in the green mountains and green waters of the south of the Yangtze River, emitting the open-mindedness and elegance of life. It comes and goes in a flash ... Essays in summer 4

In summer, I borrowed the fragrance of gardenia in your wind, touched the charm of lotus, lived next to the slim lotus leaf, greeted with the green duckweed, and you were winding on the calligraphy pad, thin.

under the gardenia tree, youth was originally a sad book. When I remember that year, I loved the elegant pen and ink of Shuhai Yilin, and I was in high spirits. Flying words guide the country, and the dignified atmosphere of books brings us endless fragrance, which is the ashes between our talks and laughter, and can eliminate several storms? In a hurry, spring returns.

This summer, graduation season, another crossroads in life, a long trip. Maybe some moods are suitable for preservation, and some throbs are suitable for recall. Some friends are suitable for gratitude, and they have waded through the river of years. The road has an end and the "Tao" is endless. From innocent childhood to ignorant and confused teenagers and then to slightly mature youth, we are always stepping on our own steps, deep or shallow, big or small, which are connected in series to witness the growth all the way, and love has been flowing in our hearts.

The road ahead, will it be a scorching wind and a broken bridge by the river, or will it be sunny and full of flowers? A journey of mountains and rivers, a journey of songs, a more snowstorm, a more sorrow.

when the leaves fall to the roots, you can understand the gathering, and when the flowers fall, you can feel the youth. Essays on Summer 5

I have been careful not to mention summer in my words, so I am so overwhelmed by chunks of unintelligible words. You may not know why I want to say so many empty words, just because my mother, years and love are all the things I think of in this summer. I flinch when those words that I once thought were beautiful are presented to me.

My mother said that I can finally be independent this summer. At that time, I don't need to be scared anymore. I can't imagine how many hardships my mother has had in the past years, whether it is the shadow left by a failed marriage or too many things in my life. I think of my mother's face together, and this time my eyes are wet.

I talked about my mother over and over again this summer. I think this is the biggest miss in my life. My mother has lived for most of her life, but she is still so gloomy. My mother came to meet me at the station when I went back for the Spring Festival. I was wearing clothes worth 1, yuan, but my mother was still wearing the shabby cotton-padded clothes I had seen eight years ago. At that moment, my heart was broken. I think this feeling doesn't need much words, and I think you can understand it.

When I got paid in May, I sent my mother a bag that she had been nagging about all winter, but she called me to scold me that it was not easy to be alone outside, but my mother forgave me for this betrayal, because many times I lost the whole world and could not live without you.

Mother is something that runs through the years, but what about the years? Whose life does it run through? I have never liked such thick green, and I can even see the parting behind the green, because the light rain once told me that we would separate when the leaves turned dark green, so I lost them frequently in such a green burning season, which forced me to mention your love with us. Remember the light year in midsummer? If I don't meet you, what will I gain and what will I lose? Love is cool at night, and you and I have experienced its beauty, but this time only I have experienced emptiness alone. Prose in Summer 6

When the hot sun is gorging on the water pool that is about to dry up, where will the poor fish go? I used to look forward to summer like a fish in a puddle looking forward to the rainy season. I always thought that only summer could save me from competition and pressure.

Enjoy the gift of summer with my brothers during the long summer vacation. Laughter in the cool morning, exercise in the hot afternoon, madness in the golden summer night. Forget all the pressure and troubles in sweating like rain.

Looking forward to it, autumn goes to winter, winter goes to the summer solstice, and then it is the hot, lonely and lifeless season, but the summer that I am dreaming of has not arrived yet.

the fish in the puddle understand how far away the rainy season is, and the muddy water is stretched, and the hot temperature still torments it mercilessly.

the vicissitudes of life are cruel.

the time between fingers has taken me through sixteen spring and autumn years, and the years have gone by like the river that flows into the sea, making me dizzy. I was still immersed in the midsummer when I was a child, swimming in clear water and chirping cicadas endlessly; The soul is still in the old Woods, shooting with a bow, and the joy is still the same. It's hard to forget those long past events.

Now, I am forced to pick up the pressure and sorrow, but I have lost what I don't want to lose. The endless sea of questions annoys me, and the boring life annoys me. Do I have to accept pain when I grow up?

Where are your childhood playmates in summer? Do you still remember the summer we made an appointment together? Do you still remember our vows in summer? At the end of the song, people have dispersed, and the memory has not disappeared.

Silly fish are still drunk and remembering the vast lakes of the past, but they don't know that death is coming.

Later, I finally understood: how can people be at odds with the law of growth? The bright moon also has its ups and downs. The pressure of youth should replace the freedom of childhood, and time can't go back. Some things have indeed gone with the years. What is realistic should be accepted, and how can we force what is lost?

The bottom of the river was finally completely exposed, and a piece of dried fish was hanging on the ground. Crows came to peck, but suddenly they found mud nests under the corpse: loach temporarily chose rancid mud for tomorrow's rainy season. 7

The happy farmer has four lovely children, namely, spring, summer, autumn and winter. Farmers hold spring in their left hand, autumn in their right hand, summer in their arms and winter on their backs. Without winter, the earth can't get a breath; Without spring, the earth will lose its vitality; Without autumn, farmers will have no harvest fruits and no motivation to work; Without summer, the earth will lose its splendor, life will lose its youth, flowers will wither in the cold, fruits will wither prematurely, and it will be impossible to meet.