Student composition describing summer

5 student essays describing summer

In the eyes of many people, intense heat is synonymous with summer. Indeed, the scorching sunshine is intimidating, and it is really difficult for people to feel relaxed. But summer has its own summer melody and its own unique charm. Below is a student composition describing summer that I compiled for you. I hope you like it!

Student composition describing summer (selected article 1)

The breeze blows through the green treetops of weeping willows, and the sunset should be on the face. It is slightly hot and smells of sunshine. That intoxicating heat is the most beautiful summer deep in the soul.

The scorching sun shone mercilessly on my father’s face, and the sweat clung to his skin, shining with a dazzling light. I couldn’t see my father’s face clearly. Beads of sweat clung to his eyelashes, making him unable to open his eyes. Dad shook his head, gently shook away the sweat, and placed the last box on the ground. "Huh!" Dad breathed a sigh of relief, glanced around, walked slowly to the table, and rested temporarily with his hands. , with his originally straight back forming a small bracket, he seemed to be unable to rest, and quietly went to work again, giving up the two only seats to his mother and me who did not participate in the move at all.

Lunch was a simple matter. I devoured it ravenously, but my father always seemed a little worried. He looked at the room again and again, and he sighed deeply every time he looked at it. I don't understand and I don't care. It wasn't until night that I discovered that there was only one bed in the house, and it wasn't mine. I was angry and didn't say a word. My grievance and anger made me want to cry. I endured it and spread a blanket on the ground by myself. Even though the weather was hot, I felt cold all over my body. But I still slept sweetly until dawn without waking up due to the cold. However, when I found out that I was sleeping next to my mother, I realized that it was my father who was sleeping on the floor, not me. I don’t know when or how I fell asleep on the bed. I only knew that my father was sleeping on the ground with his thin quilt rolled up, his whole body bent like a prawn, and his hands and feet were cold. I don't know what words to use to describe my father. I wanted to cover my father with a quilt, because he is naturally afraid of the cold, but in the end he rejected this idea out of embarrassment. Suddenly, my father woke up for some reason. He looked at me with his dim sleepy eyes, and the cloth The wrinkled face smiled. Dad patted me on the shoulder with his big hand: "Why are you standing there? Let's go have breakfast." Then he said: "I slept so comfortably and cool last night." He seemed to be talking to himself, but also seemed to say it to me specifically. Listen. Is he really cool? Is it really comfortable?

Summer nights are almost spent like this. I feel a little sorry, but my father also seems a little worried. The hot summer seems to be passing soon, and the chill is following the dissipation of the scorching heat. My mother began to blame my father. My father was a silent person. He didn't argue with his mother. He just walked to the old willow tree and squatted alone. He habitually took out a cigarette and put it to his mouth. Little sparks flickered on and off in the dusk. The cicadas chirped endlessly, but could not break the deathly silence. Dad thought for a long time, quickly extinguished the weak spark, slowly stood up and walked straight into the house.

The next day, Dad smiled happily. When he moved the bed into the room, he straightened his bent back proudly and hard. After eating, Dad leaned against the old willow tree and looked into the distance with a smile. He didn't see the familiar sparks, only a newly abandoned lighter lying at his feet.

Later on, the story always has an end, and my father gave up his addiction to smoking for more than ten years. Whenever my mother mentioned it again, that bed always appeared and disappeared in my mind. , reminds me of the summer when the breeze blows, the summer that will always be in my heart. Student compositions describing summer (selected part 2)

It is already the end of May, and it gradually feels like summer, with a slight smell of the sun. In summer, those who smell the faint fragrance; bathe in the sunshine . It's my happiest day.

Maybe part of the reason why I like summer so much is because I was born in summer! In my understanding, summer is very clean and dull. That vigorous quiet, that calm surface, but there are countless dangers lurking, it is such a mysterious season.

In summer, there is always a feeling of bubbles. The beautiful and clean sky, the rich green trees, and the golden sun, although they really exist, make people feel as illusory as bubbles.

Summer, the broken beauty, the sunshine is the fragments of the sun, the clouds are the fragments of the sky... but they are more real than the complete ones.

Summer always lights up the sky at five o'clock in the morning, and then reluctantly covers it with darkness at seven o'clock in the evening. It is the season with the longest day, and it seems that you are always looking for something in confusion. You cannot welcome the night with peace of mind. You can only use its unique heat to numb yourself and numb your already irritable heart.

I like to drink scalding coffee, and I like the feeling of being torn apart by the scalding heat, like the red marks left behind after being exposed to the sun in summer. Such real traces bring me soothing pleasure. , such a temperature poured out my pain and melted my sadness.

In the summer, the dark red gears begin to rotate, carrying the vigorous sadness and embracing the vigorous sweetness. When the summer is over, the gears no longer have the power of life, and everything is over. Both sadness and sweetness will stay in this warm season, creating such unforgettable memories, but they are cursed as "pain".

Friends all say they like autumn, the cool autumn, but they all complain about the high temperature in summer. They all say that the heat only makes them feel irritable, flustered and worried. I can't understand it. Maybe everyone has their own ideas and seasons that suit them.

In the summer, almost every household turns on the air conditioner to enjoy the coolness. But I always shut myself in a room without air conditioning, and what I enjoy is the stuffy heat itself. I like the feeling of being baked, a kind of ecstatic relaxation; I like to enjoy a quiet and pleasant walk on the hot road. Maybe it's because of the hot weather. During the day, the roads are empty. Occasionally there are some old people coming out to buy things, which gives people the illusion of peace.

These pleasant days are always spent alone. But these seem to be unable to stop the pace of happiness. It enters my world and gently hugs me through every day of midsummer.

In my favorite summer, I must also be sentimental, sad about farewell, sad about failure, and sad. But I am a child who has summer. I will pick up happiness after being sentimental and enjoy the happiness that everything brings me again.

Summer is a vigorous season. In this season that belongs to me, I also want to create my own beauty like summer.

Walk into my summer and listen to the summer-like youth. Maybe we will tell some stories, maybe we will leave something special.

Summer, a season that is both sad and passionate, a story that is even cursed and beautiful, tells a story of quiet and painful beauty. Summer is not simply scorching heat. If you have a heart of fervent faith, you will surely see the summer in my eyes... Student compositions describing summer (selected part 3)

In the minds of ordinary people, Xia seems to be a child who has never changed his playful nature and is no longer so naughty. However, I think Xia is also very affectionate. If spring can be regarded as a fragrant orchid, then summer can be regarded as a bright and passionate rose.

First of all, Xia's character has to be commendable. It is clean and neat, contrary to Chun's implicitness. Needless to say how clear and clear the sky is on a sunny day, nor how gentle the continuous white clouds are, the rain alone is powerful and dripping. Usually in the sultry evenings, the bright sky is suddenly covered by dark clouds. Within a few minutes, the wind rises, the leaves tremble, and the big raindrops begin to pour down. The faint raindrops were carried by the strong wind, like smoke and mist. The world is vast, what a cool world!

The meaning of summer is more than that. Butterflies dance among the flowers, and cicadas sing in the shade of willows. In the afternoon, there is often a plate of fruit on the dining table at home, including sweet and sour tomatoes, fragrant pineapples, pink peaches, red bayberries, juicy watermelons... a different kind of freshness, a different kind of abundance.

As the days passed, the grand Dragon Boat Festival arrived as scheduled amidst the smoke and fragrance of mugwort leaves. Various kinds of rice dumplings add a special feature to summer. Peel one, the glutinous rice is like jade, the grains are warm and moist. Take a bite, and the sweet bean paste filling will make your teeth and cheeks melt. In summer, there is more love with Dragon Boat Festival rice dumplings!

If you think this is Xia's true nature, you are wrong. On a sunny afternoon, walking in the shade of the sycamore trees beside the street, you will feel quiet and peaceful. However, soon, the melodious ringing of bicycle bells lingered in my ears, and the busy scene of huge crowds of people jumped into my field of vision. The movement is in a hurry, the figure is in a hurry... Maybe just looking at you will suddenly feel the importance of career and the urgency of time. Yes, if there is no hard work, then there will be a harvest? The buildings are getting taller and the city looks more beautiful day by day. Isn't this Xia's trick?

Beautiful and passionate Xia, I am troubled by the poverty and paleness of my language, and I cannot describe your myriad manners and styles. Give me time, let me spend the rest of my long life appreciating you bit by bit and savoring you bit by bit. Student Compositions Describing Summer (Selected Part 4)

Day after day, year after year, how many summers quietly passed away from me without leaving any traces in my memory. However, there is an indescribable feeling echoing in my heart... There is no wind in the sky, the sun is baking the earth, so hot! The weak groan of the cicada lying on the tree seems to be telling people: Summer is coming! I closed my eyes and quietly waited for the arrival of summer.

After passing through the charm of spring, we ushered in the vitality of summer, which is so colorful, gorgeous, brilliant and enthusiastic. This summer is very beautiful, inheriting the vitality of spring, containing the maturity of autumn, and showing the spirit of summer.

Rain is the most beautiful sound in summer. The sound of rain is like a cheerful song; the sound of rain is like the hearty laughter of girls; the sound of rain is so wonderful and carefree, often arousing people's emotions and emotions. Summer often has Thunderstorm, after a thunderstorm, a rainbow hangs in the sky, very beautiful.

In the summer night, the cicadas were chirping "Zhi Zhi Zhi", and the fireflies in their cocoons lit up like little lanterns, and they were flying around freely. The frog was croaking. The lotus in the pond is in bloom, and the lotus leaves are round, like a big plate. They are crowded together, like big green disks. White lotus flowers emerge between these large discs, some with only two or three petals unfolded, and some with all petals unfolded, revealing small tender yellow lotus pods. Some are still flower bones, which look so full that they are about to burst.

Wind is a cool and pleasant touch in summer, a blowing breeze, and a cool and refreshing relief. It is like a gentle mother bringing us a piece of coolness. At this time, summer is covered with green leaves dancing in the warm wind. The wind brings warmth to the face, as if telling people that summer has arrived. People also enjoy this hint of coolness...

In summer, green grows and is full of vitality. The hot sunshine bakes the earth ruthlessly, but gives the plants the power to grow. Standing in an open field and looking around, you will see a lush and vibrant landscape; smell it with your nose and enjoy the fragrance of summer; listen with your ears and hear the passion for the growth of all things. In summer, there is no pride of blooming flowers in spring, no pride of abundant fruits in autumn, and no arrogance of snow-covered winter; summer has its own unique nobility, dignity and beauty.

I love this beautiful summer! Student compositions describing summer (selected part 5)

Summer seems to be so hot, unbearable and depressing in people’s eyes, but the real summer It's not as bad as they thought. In fact, summer is a beautiful, sweaty and passionate season, and it is a fascinating season.

Beautiful summer

Summer is beautiful. It is a beautiful season brewed by the blooming spring. In summer, almost all flowers, plants and trees grow to their peak. Maybe you can’t feel it in the city, so go out for an outing, you won’t be disappointed. The scenery in summer is completely different from that in spring. Instead of being delicate and green, it is more mature and green. The plants all burst out with great vitality, growing upward desperately, gathering into a beautiful landscape: grass grows everywhere, embellishing the earth with green; flowers bloom luxuriantly, intoxicating visitors with their fragrance; banyan trees grow into a forest, Embrace the blue sky with your tentacles. Stroking the grass, listening to the flowers, and hugging the trees are undoubtedly the enjoyment of life.

Summer of Sweat

As written by __ in the article Summer Feelings, summer is a harvest season, and the whole summer is filled with tense, warm, and rapid melodies. . In the countryside where rice and wheat are planted, farmers have begun to work hard to harvest rice and wheat, hoping to have a bumper harvest and bring happiness to their families. Every time after mid-July, you can clearly see the scene of farmers harvesting in the fields. In the hot summer, they don’t know how many drops of sweat they shed and how much hardship they put in. They are soaked in bitter sweat every day. But we cannot but say that they are happy. Every time summer is over, there is the joy of harvest. This is undoubtedly something to be thankful for.

Passionate summer

Summer is more about unlimited passion, it is full of passion. Summer is the golden time for all things to grow, and all kinds of plants bloom more lushly. And we, the young people born in the 1990s, should release the exciting and upward power and powerful passion in our hearts. We are the hope of the future. We should use the heat in our hearts to play a beautiful chapter and use the surging passion to run the driving force of life. In the beautiful season of summer, I hope that everyone in our No. 7 Middle School can show vigor and exert their own strength. I also wish the junior high school students in the third grade of junior high school to give Xia Tian the news of successfully completing the high school entrance examination. This is undoubtedly Yes gift.

This is summer in my eyes, it is the most perfect of the four seasons.

Let us rush to the end of our dreams with all our strength in this wonderful summer!