Write a sentence about "summer"

1, the soft spring breeze is like a small horn, blowing and blowing away the cold in winter.

2, the round sun is like a stove, baking and baking, baking the spring girl to hide in Tibet.

3. The green bamboo joint is like a small brush, drawing the green in summer.

4. Golden wheat fields are like ribbons, floating and drifting away.

After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock; Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

You see, those pink lotus flowers are like veiled fairies bathing in the lake. Shy and eager to talk, Ying Ying is about to drip, and the fragrance is floating in the wind, which is refreshing.

7. The clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds. Thick dark clouds covered the hot sun, and the earth seemed to arrive at night in an instant, and the air became extremely depressed. Gradually, the wind became stronger, and then the storm poured down.

I know that when I become talkative, I will talk about it over and over again. This summer, tender wings beat the green leaves. This summer is like a sailboat on the ocean, which is in danger of disappearing at any time.

9. I don't know when it gets hot. In uncertain weather, the blue sky is swallowed up by dark clouds. The city seems to be submerged in endless darkness, but this is just a declaration of summer.

10, summer has come, and Uncle Feng has blown away the comfort of spring.

1 1. When Miss Xia came to the farmland, Corn was very happy. She deliberately put on a new gold dress and grinned, showing her gold teeth.

12, the wind blows with a slight warmth, and the cuckoo sings from time to time, telling us: "Spring has passed."

13, the sunshine in early summer is transmitted from the dense branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with shiny spots the size of copper coins.

14. Grass, reeds and red, white and purple wild flowers are steamed by the fiery red sun hanging high in the air, and the air is filled with sweet and intoxicated breath.

15, the willow image in shady street is sick, with a layer of dust hanging on its leaves and rolling on its branches; The branches are lazy and drooping listlessly. The clods on the ground were scorched by the sun, and a few potbellied dark brown crickets jumped around like springs.