The same summer prose essay

As soon as the rainy season is over, God automatically turns on the barbecue mode. Living in this three-story old house for the time being, I deeply realized what is heat? In dog days, this old apartment is exposed in front and blocked in back, facing the sun all day. As soon as I stepped out of this air-conditioned bedroom and went to the living room to do some trivial things, I soon sweated and fell into the steamer, suffocating in the heat. It's really ice and fire.

Outside, it is even more "the sun is like fire, and the farmer's heart is like soup." I think that the farmer who has been relying on the weather for food, facing the high temperature day by day, saw the dry land that was about to crack, and the originally lush crops were gradually exposed to the low-paid sun. Losing the vitality before, some leaves rolled up and began to dry up. An anxious heart is like an ant on hot bricks. Why not expect a timely rain? The whole world seems to be a deliberate prank by God. It casually lit a big burning stove, and the heat wave rolled around, making people unable to dodge. Don't you just want to challenge people's heat resistance limit? Test people's tenacious viability? Let's see if we can conquer nature.

People who are accustomed to the comfortable life in the city will not turn their backs on the loess and sweat like rain in the fields, but the heat of dirty air generated by dense houses and frequent traffic is transpiration on the ground, and the air circulation is not smooth, so it is difficult to distribute it for a long time, which is far less empty, fresh and breathable than that in the countryside. In the face of the long-lasting and constantly refreshing high temperature record, the rising orange-red warning has long been disastrous, and everyone is anxious but helpless. I can only sigh and pray for God's mercy. I hope there will be a storm to ease the surface temperature, douse the restless heat in my heart and appease this bad mood.

Now the living conditions are superior, and almost every household has refrigerators, air conditioners and other electrical appliances to cool off the heat. But in this hot season and hot day, I still can't get rid of the high temperature, and I am annoyed by the word "hot". Suddenly, I remembered the same summer, the time when materials were scarce long ago. What kind of suffering should it be?

At that time, it was hot in summer, and there was no air conditioner, refrigerator or washing machine at home. My family lives in a simple house built of asbestos tiles, which is in stark contrast to the tall and majestic employee family building within reach. This row of small bungalows where I live has also been dubbed as "slums" by others. There are old and young people in the family, all supported by a father who is not stalwart. In the days when food is scarce, there is not much luxury. As long as you can fill your stomach, your family will be happy if they are healthy and safe. My simple heart is like a blank sheet of paper, and I have never described the ups and downs of life with heavy colors. Eyes full of flowers and green grass, no haze, no troubles. Even childlike innocence, even if a butterfly or dragonfly flies by inadvertently, clear eyes will follow Liu Lian with surprise for a long time. There is only one simple little wish in my heart, and that is to grow up quickly. What should I do when I grow up? But I didn't think about it, I didn't think deeply.

I still remember Xia Zhishi, where the diabolical sun shone on my head. In that small kitchen, my mother is cooking with firewood collected from the construction site. Sweat kept running down and my clothes were wet with sweat. A few strands of hair stuck to my cheek in disorder, looking unkempt. Regardless, she pulled up an old towel, wiped her face when she got wet in front of the faucet, and habitually dried it and put it on her shoulder. A man is busy arranging meals for his family and working hard, but he won't let us follow him in the smoky kitchen. The flaming fire reddened her face, which was not old at that time, and always showed a kind smile. I'm sure she must be very tired and happy, otherwise how could she not feel hot? In that small kitchen, it is always full of pungent and choking fumes. There is only an old ceiling fan covered with dirt, which rotates in vain in the air and can't lower the ultra-high room temperature at all. In this way, she is busy with three meals a day year after year. Although there are cheap vegetables such as cabbage, radish and potatoes all year round, it is rare to have big fish and big meat to serve. But in the growing period, we still gobble up, and all of them are delicious and especially sweet. That is the smell of mother, that is the noblest and most selfless love in the world. ...

The lost years are the most unforgettable, and the father's love is also deep in the ocean. The past is vivid. In the old days of living in the "slum", because of the care of parents, the companionship of brothers and sisters, and the warmth of family, the carefree life seems simple but has a long aftertaste. Every time I think of it, there are always tears of happiness in my memory.

My father, with little education, only studied for two years, but he has infinite wisdom that others can't match. I have never made a name for myself in my life, nor have I made any magnificent feats, just a plain portrayal of real life. However, he teaches a positive spirit by example, full of positive energy, and always inspires us to go our own way, regardless of the wind and rain. Once we have set our goals, we should make unremitting efforts and go forward bravely. No matter the road ahead is long, the wind and rain are muddy, always smile. No matter how flashy the world is, the essence of diligence and kindness will never be forgotten and will never fade, so that the road of life will be wider and smoother. Little by little, the teachings always reverberate in my ears, and thinking about them is full of energy and confidence. It doesn't seem to have gone far, but it's still nearby.

Under the scorching sun, it seems that my sweaty father is in front of the house with several colleagues, and he is looking at his gratifying vegetables with great interest. That thin and small figure is thinner than others. He has always been taciturn and is teaching cultivation techniques with great interest. In people's envious eyes, in fact, although he was born in poverty, he never planted land. He learned it completely from books, and now he is also learning and working hard day after day. Where there's a will, there's a way. At this time, peppers, tomatoes, eggplant and other green, red and purple natural pollution-free vegetables have appeared, becoming a unique and beautiful landscape. Looking around frequently with amazing eyes, dragging the hasty steps to stay slowly. Simple and humble homes have changed the past, and people who are interested in watching, seeking experience and wanting to gain something are in an endless stream. This place, once neglected by others, has once again become the focus of people's attention and another holy place for people to enjoy the cool after dinner. ...

The same summer, different feelings. The weather remains the same, but people will never see each other again. Thousands of thoughts come to mind, making people more anxious. I wonder if heaven will have four distinct seasons. Also have this tough season? I will never see your parents again. Your affection is as high as the sea. Your children will never forget it. Why can't I repay you and die in a hurry? Leaving me alone in this world, I can't help crying again and again when I think about the past. May there be no more human suffering, no more fatigue, no more bitterness in that blissful world, only happiness will always haunt us and accompany us forever.

Time goes by, no matter what, the hard days will eventually pass, and there will always be a comfortable day. The four seasons are always changing flowers and blooming again. What remains unchanged is the feeling of gratitude and nostalgia, which has never been forgotten at any time. Even if the floodgate of memory only opens the gap, nostalgic thoughts will come suddenly.

I don't think I can walk out of the expectant eyes and countless warm environments in my life. Although life is very helpless, the helpless life has to continue. Then let those warm memories accompany us to the end of time, and there is love and missing in our hearts, so that we will not be lonely, helpless and confused.

At this moment, I just want to borrow a cool breeze to dry the tears in my eyes and blow away the gloomy clouds in my heart. Accompanied by this season, I have unlimited expectations for tomorrow, step by step out of the long summer, looking forward to an instant cool autumn.