Metaphorical sentences and anthropomorphic sentences about what summer is like.

Summer is like an exaggerated youth, striding forward forever!

Summer is like a warm-blooded soldier, and the blazing sun is his shining armor.

Summer is like a child's face, sometimes sunny and sometimes cloudy.

Summer is like a happy child, bringing beauty to the world.

Summer is like a gentle and lovely sister, dressing up the world as a world of flowers.

Summer is like an endless prison, and everyone can't escape.

Summer is like a wave of rock impact, like a kind mother's sacred and broken love, evenly sprinkled on each of her children!

Summer is like an illiterate village woman, and it is a pure beauty from the inside out!

Summer is like a reckless person, writing a rough capital beauty from head to toe!

Summer is like a big stove, which makes people sweat like rain.

Xia, like a great painter, painted a colorful picture for people.

Summer is like an electric heater, but the temperature is too high!

Summer is like a person in love, with a burning heart!

Summer is like a lovely child playing with leather. At that time, wind, rain and sunny weather were his vivid expressions.

Summer is like a steamer, steaming the world restless.

Summer is like a huge sauna, which makes people breathless.

If there is no sun occasionally in summer, people will be as happy as a holiday.

Summer is like a vibrant girl, and the green leaves all over the trees are her gorgeous dresses.

What is summer like?

Dragonfly stood motionless on the lotus leaf, as if thinking about something, and as if waiting for something.

When summer comes, Miss Xia walks into the field with gentle steps, and the grass breaks out from the embrace of Mother Earth.

In summer, the sun shines mercilessly on the green leaves.

On a quiet evening in summer, the frogs in the pond are singing happily. It's nice.

Dragonfly looks like a little girl. Looking at Bobo River, she couldn't wait to fall into the river and look in the mirror.

I walked on the bridge of the lotus pond and saw the graceful lotus in the distance, like a shy girl, blushing slightly and smiling slightly.

Xia Chan sang softly, interwoven into an ode.

A Bai Lianhua quietly hides in the green lotus leaf and plays hide-and-seek with the frog.

Beetles are free on the ground in thick armor.

Dragonflies fly freely in the sky, like a graceful dancer.

Summer is like a warm-blooded soldier, and the blazing sun is his shining armor.

Bees dance for flowers, and flowers offer sweet flowers to bees.

It was raining cats and dogs, and the flowers bowed their proud heads.

Beetles are barking, as if they met an enemy, trying to scare them away with their cries.

In summer, the lotus flowers in the pond bloom with beautiful smiles.

Dragonflies play on the lotus leaves like children.

Summer is coming, and the fish are playing among the lotus flowers.

Summer rain is reckless, and nothing can compare with its roar.

Summer rain is like a child's face.

When it rains heavily, the "Hua La" raindrops, like a large group of mighty warriors, all fall to the ground at once.

Lotus flowers show their pink cheeks shyly like girls.

Lotus is like a beautiful woman in white, fragrant and enchanting.

The breeze blows, the lotus in the pond stretches and the dragonfly dances.

Summer is coming, and thousands of wickers are dancing with the wind, which is very beautiful.

Crickets are singing happily in the grass, and their wonderful songs touch friends in the forest.

In summer, the lotus in the pond is like a girl in a pink flower skirt bathed in the sun.

In summer, the campus put on a green skirt embroidered with lace.

The summer wind, like my mother's kind hands, contains warmth and removes all anxiety in the world.

Crickets jump around on the platform and sing beautiful songs from time to time.

When loneliness comes, crickets will sing sad songs.

When summer comes, the lotus fairies unfold their beautiful clothes.

On a quiet summer night, crickets chirp, as if countless performers were holding concerts.

Cricket on the branch is like a singer worshipped by thousands of people, singing happily and smoothly on the branch.

The sky cried sadly and poured its tears into the world.

When it's quiet around, crickets will sing like no one's watching.

It is raining heavily in the sky. You look at the rain and jump into your arms without looking at the road.

Beetles are screaming, as lively as a concert under a tree.

Extended reading: beautiful sentences describing what summer is like.

The whole city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, which makes people breathless. Dogs lie prone on the ground with bright red tongues, and mules and horses have particularly large nostrils.

The weather is fine, and the Great Northern Wilderness in July. Breeze Xu Lai, attacking people's skirts. The dense grass is full of colorful flowers, giving off a charming fragrance.

Then exposed a piece of black land, across a line. There are pyramid-like haystacks, which are sparsely arranged in piles on the land, and the sun shines on them, shining with dazzling golden light.

The roadside trees are lush, and cicadas sing in unison, as if boasting about their seasons.

At noon, there is not a cloud, the sun overhead, and there is not a wind. All the trees stood there listlessly and lazily.

In the morning, there may be a little wind blowing, but it will soon pass, and God will stop the wind before people are satisfied. After a while, the sun came out, making the earth hot, and the wind was not as obedient as it was in the morning. Not only cold air, but also hot air. I think this may be what people call smoky wind!

The gray-blue dome starts from the top of the head and gradually fades into a faint smoke bordering the horizon.

Flaming parachutes are hanging high in the air, so hot that fish in the river dare not surface and birds dare not fly out of the mountains. Even the dogs in the village just stick out their tongues and gasp endlessly.

Phoenix blossoms are red, and such a tree can't find a green leaf in the flowering period. They are all red flowers, so warm and generous!

Although jujube flower is not as bright as peach blossom, it attracts swarms of bees with its fragrance, and gives its pollen to people for free to make a high-grade tonic-jujube nectar.

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 summer, the vegetation is particularly lush, the leaves of holly trees are shining, and the old elm trees are flourishing, giving people a thick shade.

In summer, the campus is filled with the fragrance of flowers and trees, and cicadas keep calling, "It's so hot." On the playground, a big green umbrella is cooling off the heat for us. So we can continue to have fun. At this time, it symbolizes our academic success and flowers are in full bloom.

When you wake up in the morning, you will always hear the crisp cry of cicadas on the branches. Walking out of the gate, I saw the wet yard after the rain and some grass beside the flower bed. Oh, there were raindrops on it last night.

In midsummer, the trees are full of phoenix flowers. They are so red and colorful. Against the backdrop of green leaves, the phoenix flower is like a phoenix falling on a tree, very beautiful.

Combine harvester, bright red tractor corn green and wheat yellow and paint. Like a ship, running in the golden ocean, splitting the wheat waves and rolling forward.

At night, the moon and stars washed by rain shine in the sky. Glowing with clear light, fireflies fly in the dark, like showing Nightcrawler the way. Frogs jump on the stage at night and send people to their sweet dreams with their own songs.

Midsummer is the most painful day of the year, which makes people helpless. The sunshine in midsummer is almost poisonous. It seems that it intends to be the enemy of human beings, to retaliate against human beings, to make people curse it, and even to shoot this "poisonous day" after learning.

In midsummer, Chinese rose dances in the green leaves, like a girl in a pink dress; Peony flowers are more delicate and beautiful, and the fragrance is fragrant. Those old poplars are also covered with green, like an open green velvet umbrella.

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.

As soon as the sun came out, it was so hot that the ground was on fire and there was no wind, which made people feel sultry. The willow trees in the street are like dead, hanging on the branches in circles, and the branches are too lazy to move.

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.

These bamboos are the same in thickness and length, like sisters born in the same year, slender, tall and straight and graceful.

In early summer, pomegranate flowers gradually open, and the green leaves are lined with safflower, which is very beautiful. Seen from a distance, it looks like a blazing fire and a red sunset rising at dusk.

In summer, the leaf brothers gradually turned dark green, and I gradually became tall and straight. The girl nodded and smiled at me, and Brother Xiaocao shook his head and greeted me. Look at my feet, people are enjoying the cool under my feet, and children are playing around me. At this time, there was laughter everywhere.

Fallen leaves, some like boats sailing in the wind, some like acrobats tumbling down, and some like hovering gliders.

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.

The sun in summer is like a big stove, roasting the earth, even the air is hot, and people sweat when they move.

A soft mist rose from the river, and the mountains were covered with a soft milky white. The white fog makes everything hazy and psychedelic.

Climbing up the rugged hillside, I saw the green grass all over the mountain, as if there was no gold on the grass there, only green. Oh, summer is green!

Grass reeds and red, white and purple wildflowers are steamed by the fiery red sun hanging high in the air, and the air is full of sweetness and intoxication.

In summer, dark green leaves cover the whole tree, and blue little persimmon is hidden in the leaves. You can hardly find them if you don't look carefully. At this time, grandpa will definitely play chess and tell stories with me under the tree-the tree has also become a "paradise" for birds. Birds sing beautiful songs with their clever mouths, and some even sing while flying!

The day in June is very bright. When I wake up in the morning, I feel everything is silent and the sound of nature is very light. As soon as the sun comes out, all the flowers and plants in the community are dewdrops, and full of green looks full of vitality in the sun. Looking up at the sky, large clouds.

The air is cold, rowing a boat, slowly crossing the ocean of memory, forgetting the time, but remembering the past.

It's very hot in summer, and the birds don't know where to hide; Plants and trees hang their heads; The puppy was so hot that it stuck out its tongue and kept panting.

There is not a cloud in the sky, there is no sun overhead, there is no wind, and all the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily.

The whole city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, which makes people breathless. Dogs lie prone on the ground with bright red tongues, and mules and horses have particularly large nostrils.

Pink peach blossoms are next to each other, filling the whole branch. They are like a group of urchins, scrambling to let people see their gorgeous appearance.

Outside the window are dense branches and leaves, thick green, very pleasant. One meter of sunlight shone into the window and lit up my cheeks. Every morning is colorful, like an immortal legend.

In the blue sky in July, the sun hangs like a fireball, and the clouds can't stand the heat and quietly hide without a trace. The trees on the river bank spread thick branches and leaves, trying to block out the glare of the sun.

Mature adzuki beans, some like agate, some like pearls are covered with branches, and the dense green leaves form a small umbrella, which is really lovable!

When summer comes, the Gleditsia sinensis trees become lush. Gleditsia sinensis provides us with shelter from the wind and rain. We often play games under the acacia tree, and we are very happy. Many small Gleditsia sinensis trees grow like a curved moon.

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.

* * * Although the scorching sun is not yet direct, the sand on the side of the road has shown timid light. The grass seems to be unable to withstand the scorching sun and slowly hangs down its leaves. Only the fish in the pond are not afraid of the heat and swim freely in the water in the trees on the shore.

There is not a cloud in the sky, there is no sun overhead, there is no wind, and all the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily.

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

A phoenix flower is like a small flame, a tree phoenix flower is like a burning torch, and the phoenix flowers blooming all over the street make the whole city red.

In July, the sun hung like a fireball in the blue sky. The cloud seems to have melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.

In midsummer July, the sun hangs in the blue sky like a fireball, and the clouds seem to be melted by the sun and disappear without a trace.

Flaming parachutes are hanging high in the air, so hot that fish in the river dare not surface and birds dare not fly out of the mountains. Even the dogs in the village just stick out their tongues and gasp endlessly.

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.

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!

Summer, because summer is colorful. Green creepers covered the walls, purple morning glory blew the horn, colorful clothes dressed the children beautifully, and the rainbow hung in the air after the rain, which was a beautiful ribbon, decorating the world for us.

Osmanthus fragrans is so elegant, so generous, so full of vitality, people can't help but sit up and take notice, especially its rich fragrance, which makes people intoxicated.

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.

Grass reeds and red, white and purple wildflowers are steamed by the fiery red sun hanging high in the air, and the air is full of sweetness and intoxication.

Early in the morning, I got up lazily, opened my sleepy eyes and saw a leaf floating on the windowsill in the distance. The morning dew on the leaves, the water is bright and crystal clear, and there are bursts of birds singing outside the window.

The scorching sun is like fire, and the earth is like a steamer, which makes people breathless. Walking on the road, the oncoming wind hit like a heat wave.

The branches and leaves of the rich tree are lush, and each branch has a leaf, which is surrounded by an umbrella bag. Among them, the roots of two rich trees are dense, the flowerpots are cracked, and there are many weeds under two rich trees, which are still alive after being pulled out. It is really "the mountain fire can't extinguish them, and the spring breeze blows high"!

In summer, the bud grows up, half the size of a palm. The color has also changed, not so green, and the color is darker. The leaves are no longer so soft and moist, but become very "strong", and the shape of the leaves has also shrunk from Zhang … The leaves in summer have changed so much!

Peach blossoms in full bloom are like pieces of rouge, stained with rich spring mountains and rivers, and like clouds, reflecting the vibrant earth.

The wind gently blows through the bamboo forest, and the bamboo leaves tremble slightly, just like a slender mouth whispering.

When you walk into the shady bamboo path in the hot summer afternoon, you will immediately have a refreshing feeling. The world of red dust is exhausted without a trace of fatigue, and your heart is a cool world.

In early summer, pomegranate flowers gradually open, and the green leaves are lined with safflower, which is very beautiful. Seen from a distance, it looks like a blazing fire and a red sunset rising at dusk.

The inevitable heat in summer is really a headache, whether walking on the road under the scorching sun or in the shadow of a tree house; Whether in the morning or at night, the heat of that summer is always with you, haunting you, which is really annoying.

In summer, litchi trees bear lychees one by one. Fresh litchi is green and small. Later, I grew up slowly and changed from cyan to red. Clusters of big, red lychees almost crushed the branches. Fortunately, the branches of litchi tree are very strong.

Some long branches of wisteria are covered with lilacs, and the petals are clustered together and arranged in order, just like a group of little girls who change their dance queues from time to time.

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.

The camellias all over the mountains are so bright and hot, the sun shines, as if thousands of red stars are shining in front of us, and the breeze blows, as if thousands of flags are flying.

In summer, under the scorching sun, I look at the dense branches and leaves of hawthorn trees and feel much cooler. The little olive on the tree, showing its face under the leaves, seems to be playing hide-and-seek with me.

In summer, the leaves of vines are more lush, and the fruits are a little yellow and much bigger. Pick one and put it in your mouth, the bitterness is almost gone, only the thick sour taste!

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.

Look, countless stars are flashing, like precious gems, and the vast sky is like a huge screen. Little stars are sometimes embedded in the blue curtain like gems, shining faintly; Sometimes it blinks like a small eye, curiously looking for something on the earth.

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.

The bamboos all over the mountain are swaying in the wind, making beautiful sounds, like who blew the huge bamboo flute and played deep music.

Although early summer makes me dizzy, there are also beautiful flowers in early summer, such as Erythrina phoenix wood, which brings another kind of natural beauty.

Walking in the garden, pink flowers appear in front of you, slim and graceful. Oh, summer is pink!

In midsummer, the sun rushes almost every day, waving its bronze shield and standing opposite the sky full of yellow smoke. Depicting midsummer is inseparable from depicting the sun in midsummer and the consequences that the heat of the sun brings to nature and human beings.

In hot summer, the leaves of trees are so dense that no sunlight can leak in, like an open umbrella, which scatters the shade on the ground for people to rest.

The clods on the ground were scorched by the sun, and a few potbellied dark brown crickets jumped around like springs.

Although summer is not as gentle as spring, morning. It is not cool in autumn, nor pure in winter, but has its own beauty.

In summer, it is the time when the yellow horn trees flourish. On sunny days, it is like a big umbrella, providing us with shade. We played under the tree and had a good time!

Outside the window, the small birch stands in the moonlight like water, swaying gently with the green leaves like a coquetry, longing for the moisture of the night dew.

The scorching sun is like fire, and the earth is like a steamer, which makes people breathless. Walking on the road, the oncoming wind hit like a heat wave.

Lush spring has passed, with a flick of a finger. It's June, and the sun stands directly on the Tropic of Cancer. Summer is the season of filariasis.

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

When the autumn wind swept away, the leaves fell one after another. Some dance like butterflies, some spread their wings like orioles, and some spin lightly like dancers.

In midsummer July, there is not a cloud in the blue sky. The sun is scorching the earth, the water in the river is boiling hot, and the soil in the field is smoking.

Before Grandfather Sun woke up, the misty girl had fallen from the sky to the ground, and the buildings and grasslands were shrouded in mist. The humid air on the grass and the warm morning in summer have a hazy beauty.

In summer, when the weather is hot, students play games on the playground. When they are tired and hot, they enjoy the cool under the camphor tree. Camphor tree is like a big umbrella of green velvet, supporting the students.

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.

In summer, the clear river has become a good place for children to escape the heat. You see, they are frolicking in the water, having a water fight for a while, fishing for a while, and having a good time.

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.

Buffalo has already hid in the pond, and its whole body is buried in the water, with only one head exposed to the water to breathe.

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.