What are the characteristics of writing in summer?

1. What are the characteristics of summer? This composition needs to be fumigated by summer heat.

The sun is hot, the fire is high, and the clouds burn the sea, the sky and the clouds. Summer is terrible. Xia yang is hot, and the summer hills are blue.

Xia Shu's green water and midsummer soup is full of magic, and the melon is steamed brilliantly, and gold flows in the stone.

Flowing stone, flowing stone, cola, flowing stone, flowing stone, Wuniuchuan, the moon is long and the sky is red.

On a hot day, people in Xia Yue and Xia Yue are sweating, sweating, sweating.

Sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat.

Sweating, sweating, bullying, abuse, thousands of miles of red land, cracking, no grass, no food, no harvest, dead seedlings

Noda's seedlings are half withered and half burnt.

It's very hot!

2. the characteristics of summer composition day, its characteristics are so distinctive!

Summer is colorful.

Summer is very naughty. It shines on its brother with hot light. Cicada's younger brother had to go to the shade, dragging his hot body and shouting "Cicada, Cicada". In summer, hateful flies and annoying mosquitoes arrive naughtily, which makes people worry.

Summer is lovely. It brings people ice-cold popsicles and blooming lotus flowers, melodious songs and chorus of green lotus leaf caps, and fresh watermelons as big as basketball to clear away heat and relieve summer heat. Many people enjoy the cool under the tree, talking happily and laughing from time to time.

Summer is very intense. When it is angry, it screams. It is thunder and lightning, and a drop of sweat becomes a rainstorm. The heavy rain washed away the house and lightning cut down trees. The angry roar is that the dragon took away women, houses, crops and a lot of property. It left with a smile, but left a mess all over the place before leaving proudly.

In summer, its characteristics are so vivid!

3. 300-word requirement for summer composition: Write down the characteristics of summer and write a scene to adopt me! I like flowery spring, fruitful autumn and snowy winter, but I prefer tree-lined and lush summer.

Look! The beautiful sister Chun just left and ushered in a hot summer day. The sun is hot and the earth is boiling hot.

People enjoy the cool under the big tree, talking and laughing. The children chased each other around the tree and had a good time. No matter how you shout, he just can't stop. Grandparents are shaking elephant trunk fans under the big tree to catch up with the past, which is very lively.

Grandpa Sun showed no mercy, and even baked soil in a spicy way, which made the children unbearable. Some went to the popsicle house, some ran to the swimming pool, and they didn't want to come out after soaking in it. In summer, flowers and trees are the most vigorous, there are trees everywhere, and there are lush and colorful flowers everywhere. Looking around, it is an ocean of flowers and trees.

The leaves are all green. In warm Xia Feng, rolling up handfuls of green fans to cool down also brings cool air to people enjoying the cool under the trees. Flowers bloom more beautifully in summer, and the hot weather is still fighting for beauty. We must compare them, but they are all particularly beautiful and comparable under the scorching sun.

The grass in summer is particularly beautiful. Standing in the scorching sun without weakness, we try our best to stand up so that people can step on it and not fall down, which has become a beautiful scenery on the horizon. The weather in summer is like a monkey's face. One day it will be clear in Wan Li, and the next it will rain cats and dogs, which makes people wonder what to do.

No wonder every rain in summer comes so suddenly that you are caught off guard, like splashing and falling to the ground. After a while, the ground was full of water, and raindrops were as big as pebbles in the sand and as dense as dust on the ground. Summer rain is not as gentle as spring rain and autumn rain. It hurts to touch your face gently, but it is much cooler after a storm. The sky in summer is also the most beautiful among the four seasons. In the morning, the sky is as blue as washed sapphire, and the clouds are as white as ivory hair on a lamb.

In the world, it is as beautiful and unique as an excellent ink painting with only blue and white rendering and no ink lines. The night sky in summer is also beautiful, thick and dark, like a bottle of ink splashed on white paper, but there are thousands of "bright lights" and a "big lantern" for you to see.

Although summer is not as bright as spring, as golden as autumn and as endless as winter, it has its own unique beauty. I like this hot summer! The temperature has been hovering between 38 and 39 degrees. I spent a day in the air-conditioned room and sat very weak. Click Sina or Tencent over and over again on the Internet until your eyes are astringent and your head is dizzy.

The heart that stays in the air-conditioned room for a long time seems to have lost its temperature and hangs on its chest empty, like a mechanical pendulum, only responsible for making dull and dull sounds. I can't help but recall those pure summers in my life before 1994, those colorful days, that pure sky, and that sparkling dream ... At that time, in the summer, the sky was particularly blue, the trees were particularly green, and all the colors of life were pure and dazzling.

I often lie in the Woods in the village and watch the sky. The sky is pure and far-reaching, and swaying leaves paint on it with the sky as the background. I always get drunk easily, close my eyes and listen to the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, which is as beautiful as music.

On a summer afternoon, the Woods are full of shady shrines. There are cicadas chirping in the Woods, and an unknown bug can be tied up with a thread to play, like an elf in a fairy tale, which attracts my pursuit.

In order to catch them, my sister and I followed the older children like followers and learned to make various catching tools. This process is so difficult, but it is pleasant. In those years when snacks were scarce, my sisters and I often searched around the Woods for an edible sour leaf and a wild strawberry with a bright red, sweet and sour color. The gravy of wild strawberries is full and tender, and a bright red juice overflows from the corners of the mouth, which instantly makes my taste buds jump with joy.

Wild strawberries are scattered in all kinds of weeds and graves, like shining rubies, which make our eyes shine. Sometimes, my sisters and I will spend a quiet and beautiful afternoon in the Woods with a few small benches and our beloved books.

In such a quiet and beautiful afternoon, I repeatedly read louisa may alcott's Little Women or Charlotte Brontexq's Jane Eyre, tirelessly brewing a kind of sadness and confusion. When the sunlight changed from dazzling white to warm yellow, the underground heat was no longer strong. My second sister and third sister and I went swimming by the river in the village, holding black tires, white packaging foam and other life-saving tools that can be used as swimming rings, and we were excited all the way.

We always choose to go to the ferry far upstream of the village, because there is a big ship carrying vehicles there. In that era when there were few vehicles, the rest time of big ships was always much longer than the working time.

Every evening, it stops there quietly and becomes our natural swimming base. The water at the other end of the gate is clear and deep, sometimes dark green and sometimes blue, like a soft net.

Our sisters competed in diving there, showed all kinds of swimming strokes and feasted. I like to swim to the middle of the river and lie on my back lazily and comfortably in the lifebuoy.

The river gently lifted its head, and the sky appeared in front of us with the most spectacular and gorgeous face. The sky on the water is so broad and soft, and the intoxicating sunset glow and gorgeous sunset glow are so beautiful that people sigh.

I often look at the sky like that for a long time, as if time had stood still. Dinner in summer is eaten outdoors.

As soon as the sun was a little mild, my father watered the concrete floor in front of the door with buckets of well water, and then began to move the bamboo bed, dining table and all the chairs and stools in the house. Mother put a large pot of mung bean porridge outside the house to cool, and then served plates of delicious and shiny eggplant, green pepper or spinach stalks, and fried them with black beans and garlic.

The most common side dish is spiced beans cooked by my mother. The practice of beans is extremely cumbersome. First, they are boiled, then dried, and bittern is needed. Put star anise, star anise and other fennel in it, and it will be salty and fragrant.

That is our side dish, with porridge and our favorite snacks. Mom.

4. Writing a composition in summer (scenery, characteristics) "Tick tock, tick tock" It rained cats and dogs outside the window. Oh, I see it. It is the footsteps of summer.

She walked softly into the mountain. The mountains suddenly seem to be covered with a layer of pure white silver gauze. Mountain, blurred; Books and trees are blurred. This catkin-like rain fairy floated down and instantly swallowed up Wan Li Castle Peak. Ah, spring-unrestrained.

Slowly, she stepped into the field. Her beautiful figure is flying everywhere in the field. She played happily with Uncle Tian, splashing high, just as she laughed like a clear spring. It began to rain heavily. Isn't it her silvery laughter? Oh, summer.-Frankly.

Slowly, she walked into the campus. Innocent children happily threw themselves into the arms of summer and greeted her with lark-like laughter. On campus, handfuls of small umbrellas printed with Mickey Mouse have been propped up one after another; A pair of petite feet flapping the spray, how comfortable it is! Some creative children hold umbrellas high and spin quickly. The rain that hit the cement splashed out one after another, splashing a pool of lovely laughter. Ha, summer.-interesting.

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I don't know how long it will take before the rain stops. Grandpa Sun can't wait to stick his head out. The little girl by the river beside the field pulled her mother's skirt and pointed at the sun in the sky with her little hand: "Mom, mom, look!" " Grandpa Sun has changed and become more kind! Mother stopped her work and gently stroked the little girl's head: "Look, this is the summer sun. Summer is coming! "

Yes, summer has come and a new and vibrant season has begun. Although summer is not as gentle as spring, autumn is so cool and winter is so white, her sweet sunshine and warm wind are unparalleled.

Friends, have you seen the footsteps of summer?

The characteristic of summer is summer, the second of the four seasons.

Summer English is summer. Summer in meteorology will be delayed to about 25 days. When the climate is hot, it takes June, July and August as summer.

Every year around May 5th, when the sun reaches 45, it starts and ends in beginning of autumn. Westerners generally say that the summer of solstice is divided into summer. In the southern hemisphere, 65438+February, 65438+ 10 and February are generally designated as summer.

June 2nd1or 22nd is the summer solstice. On that day, the sun shone directly on the Tropic of Cancer, and at this time, the height of the sun reached the maximum in a year at noon in the Tropic of Cancer and its northern latitude.

The length of daylight at all latitudes reaches the maximum in a year. In the area north of the Arctic Circle, the sun never sets all day, resulting in extreme daylight. China used to regard long summer as late spring and early summer.

At noon in summer, the temperature of the surrounding environment is very high, the blood vessels on the surface of the human body are easy to expand, and a large amount of blood is concentrated on the skin, resulting in the imbalance of blood distribution in the body. Summer is the peak season for melons and vegetables, and its water content is above 90%.

In summer, bacterial reproduction is active and intestinal infectious diseases increase. Poems describing summer: green locusts, high willows, swallows, new cicadas, the wind entering the string at first.

After a light rain, the lotus turned over and the pomegranate blossomed. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. Words to describe summer: scorching sun-to describe the strong sunshine in summer.

It can also be called "scorching sun". Example: "The scorching sun burns people like fire".

It's hot in summer-the sun is very strong and very hot in summer. The sun is like fire, and the sun is like fire.

Describe the weather is very hot. Also known as "scorching sun".

Jiao Yang is as hot as fire: white and bright. The sun burns like fire.

Describe the heat in summer. Brilliant and blazing-describes the appearance of blazing and blazing.

Hot summer-very hot summer. In hot summer, the beach is full of swimmers.

The sun shines on people-roast: roast. Refers to the burning sun shining on the body, as hot as fire.

Describe it as hot. The hot sun is in the sky-the hot sun is in the sky.

Describe the hot weather. The umbrella is high, the wind is strong, the sun is hot, the wind is fierce and hot.

For example, ancient camel caravans often had to endure the bad weather of strong winds and scorching sun when passing through Gobi.

6. Is there any composition about summer? It's still a little cold at night in early summer.

I hugged my shoulder tightly, but I couldn't help shivering. The moon is round and clean as water. At night, it reminds me of your eyes that night. I miss you on such a night.

I think it's been a long time and I've forgotten everything, but why is the memory still vivid? The first time I saw you, you looked at me with a big smile. This looks familiar. "It's so strange, I seem to have seen it there, so familiar!" I was surprised by the classic posture of Bao Dai when she met each other in a dream of red mansions. Who said that the more uneasy the mind is, the more we need classics, just like we cry when watching Titanic, but we don't expect ourselves to be Rose or Jack one day. However, we are like this in the world of mortals, talking about disappointment and looking for hope.

Those days. Listening to you talk about your hometown-that distant place, where there are tall derricks, neat pumping units and black mud, which soaked your childhood dreams.

When I am with you, I realize myself. It turns out that my ordinary self has so many dreams and desires. The most important thing is that you let me know that I also have a pair of wings that can fly. And you, marveling at the blue sky in your hometown, are so high that you can let go of all your troubles; There are clouds, so white that people throb like a child's heart ... So, the beautiful Populus euphratica and the sunset in Gobi ... all went to the outside world through that thin notebook in your hand and gained more admiration.

And I, the daughter of this desert, have become the most touching chapter in your writing. I have never found words so attractive. Stuffy, lifeless things are magical and warm in your hand.

That kind of feeling, simple, can make people bloom quietly in their hearts, I think that is love. And the oil field-that distant place, because of your existence, is also clear and kind in my heart.

The fireworks in my hometown were particularly dazzling that year. And my heart is brighter than fireworks at this time, just because you are by my side.

It's snowing. Snowflakes are falling, and a flower floats gently on my hand, slowly melting and turning into a drop of water, like a tear, which is treasured in my heart.

At this moment, when I met your eyes, I had to give in easily And your eyes are still clear, and two dark stones are spotless.

The furthest distance in the world is when I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you! You avoided my heat and stared at the sky with makeup and jade capacity. You love spring/I love autumn/autumn is similar to me/but spring is like you/your red face/spring rose/my tired eyes/the glow of autumn sun/if I take a step forward/take another step forward/then/I come to the cold door in winter ... you suddenly shut up.

My tears can't stop dripping. If love thinks you are qualified, it will show you the way. But/if you take a step back/I take a step forward/where we are together/in a beautiful and warm summer.

I looked at the surprise in your eyes bitterly, and you couldn't help shivering. I hug you, you struggle, and I never give in. We were deadlocked, and finally, you lost, bent down and kissed me.

The happiness of that moment can be offset by the dull life. In a trance, you suddenly pushed me away forcefully and decisively, and then ran down the hill.

I was deeply hurt, and I don't know where I am now or what night it is. I went home, but you left.

I have everything, looking for your trace. In the simple shed you left behind, I found it, in a word: tears are spinning in your eyes.

On the iron wall, the notches are extremely messy and deep. Ten fingers linked to one heart, heartache for many years.

Just like my mood facing it at the moment. Perhaps the unspoken is perfect and the most beautiful.

Love at the wrong time. Then, you and I in the story are destined to meet in the long river of life and then leave.

Beautiful summer never belongs to you and me, it only belongs to my heart. summer

In the morning, the weather is fine, and the sun makes the flowers and plants spirit. The little dragonfly is flying happily.

Some children came out to play, laughing and chasing each other. Look, how happy they are! At noon, the hot sun scorched the ground.

Old people from every household came out and sat in a cool place to talk about this and that, each with his own views and opinions. The cicada in the tree "knows" and "knows", as if to say, "Oh dear! It is really hot today. The dead sun killed me.

This lifeless summer is really hot. But summer is also good, which can make seedlings grow rapidly! "In the evening, suddenly overcast, it's getting dark.

After a few thunders, the raindrops as big as peas kept falling, and "beep" and "beep" slammed on the window and fell to the ground with a bang, which was so small for more than half an hour. Everyone, old and young, kept praising: "This rain is really timely! What a fine rain! Really cool! " In the evening, after the thunderstorm, a cool breeze blew, and people sat there enjoying the cool and chatting, and some even sang while walking.

Summer is really hot and full of joy! In the summer morning, the sun rises from Ran Ran in the east. Cicada called "Cicada" in the tree, as if to say, "It's so hot! It's so hot! " The water in the river was still cold in the morning, but at noon, the river began to steam.

The little boy was so hot that he clamored for a haircut. After he cut off his bald head, he was still shouting, "It's too hot, too hot, buy popsicles and watermelons."

The little boy was eating with relish, with a popsicle in one hand and a watermelon in the other. Suddenly, the popsicle dissolved and fell to the ground. The little boy shouted angrily, "buy another one, buy another one."

The adults listened and said impatiently, "If you want to eat, God will eat. Where did you get so much money? Blame God. " There are watermelon sellers and businessmen sitting in chairs in the distance, but * * * is not beside the chairs.

7. To write a composition about summer rain, we should grasp the characteristics of writing summer rain.

In the sweltering heat of soaring temperature, the expected summer rain finally came.

It wasn't very violent when I first came, but I kept drinking, slowly falling, and finally it got bigger and bigger and turned into a rainstorm. Because roads are built in the city and buses are diverted, it takes a long way to go to work by bus, so there is a feeling of enjoying a walk in the summer rain. Holding an umbrella, blowing the wind, accompanied by rain, listening to the music of raindrops beating on the edge of the umbrella, walking slowly. The rainy sky is wet everywhere, and the green belts on both sides of the road are crystal clear under the embellishment of water droplets, which makes them greener and more lovely. The ground is full of rain, the passing cars are particularly light, and the whole city has been washed. Although there are still dark clouds in the sky, because of the freshness and coolness brought by this rain, there is no such dreary depression. I like this kind of rain. Moreover, there are too many memories and joys about summer rain.

When I was a child, whenever it rained in summer, my friends would follow me to bask in the valley and play with water, chasing and frolicking, regardless of the shouts of adults, just to get wet in the mud, and then run home with their heads wet, regardless of the blame of adults, just to hang a pure and happy smile on their faces. Then, after the rain stopped, with a cry outside, I let out a cry and ran out in order, playing barefoot, finding a small canal and catching fish where the water flowed between the ridges. In the canal after the rain, there are often crucian carp that like to absorb water and play in the water. Children in rural areas know this, so these places will become children's paradise after the rain. I still remember that after a summer rainstorm, my eldest brother held up a big crucian carp caught from a ridge not far from his home and danced excitedly.

As far as I can remember, afternoon showers in summer are not so leisurely, and more people are in a hurry. After the busy farming, every household will put the recovered rice on a big bamboo mat to dry. At that time, there was almost no TV or radio in the countryside, and people knew little about the weather forecast. Moreover, most of the weather forecasts at that time were inaccurate, so many times villagers could only look at the weather by experience. The showers in summer afternoon are always quick and urgent. Often, as soon as the dark clouds rise, raindrops as big as beans rush in, making everyone in a hurry. They quickly put down their newly raised rice bowls and ran into Sun Guping. Before the rice was confiscated, the rain began to crackle. At this time, basking in the valley is particularly lively. In the face of this shower, I soon got busy, without depression or complaint. People who cleaned up earlier were busy helping another family, so people naturally welcomed the rainstorm. Even if the rice didn't have time to harvest and was wet by the rain, they just smiled and said, Hehe, I have to sun this rice for another day before picking it. At this time, laughter, noise and wind and rain made up a beautiful peasant symphony.

At that time, I never thought about why the villagers were so happy after the rice was wet by the rain. I just thought that it was because farmers were used to such showers that they would accept it calmly. Many years later, when I was eagerly waiting for the arrival of the afternoon shower in the sweltering summer days of the city, I really understood that the calmness of the villagers was actually a kind of tolerance, an open mind, and a calmness after the storm. Because we all know that after such a shower, the sun will come out. However, the sunshine will become gentle after the rain, the breeze will become cool after the rain, and the air after the rain will have a fresh and sweet taste. This rain is actually a coolness brought by summer.

In rainy summer, you can play barefoot and run in the rain. You can also stroll around with an umbrella like this, or you can just listen to the sound of rain in front of the window, occasionally put your hand out of the window and hold a handful of raindrops, which can be poetic or wild, as long as the mood requires.

So all along, I like summer rain. Spring rain is too lingering, misty rain is blurred, and there is a kind of desolation and sadness, especially after a rain, the red everywhere is a mess, which will cause a burst of inexplicable sadness. Autumn rain, a little chilly, and the west wind and cold rain are the easiest to remind people of those sad poems, and a sad feeling for autumn will inevitably extend from the bottom of my heart. Moreover, the winter rain makes people feel a bleak chill, and what rises in the gray rain and fog will also be a kind of lost sadness, which is very uncomfortable. Summer rain is like a breeze when it is gentle, sweet and fresh, and like a jumping drum when it is intense, bringing surging * * *. Moreover, after a summer rain, the distant mountains are clear, the trees are lush, and the air is moist and fresh. After a summer rain, the cool and transparent feeling, even breathing, is intoxicating.

People walk on the road and their hearts swim in the rain. Suddenly, a child stepped barefoot on the water, spraying, spraying and laughing happily. With the angry cries of adults, suddenly, he became the child, and his eyes flashed with touching pictures. In fact, this is just a summer rain! Not sentimental, not touching, not gentle, not cold and cheerless, even a little wild and rude. But because the sunshine will become gentle after the rain, the breeze will become cool after the rain, and the air after the rain is full of fresh and sweet taste, so I like it! Although, this is just a summer rain!