Dongxia composition

Writing in winter and summer vacations, the writing level is improved through repeated practice, and the writing skills also need to be practiced. The quality of writing has begun to appear from the beginning, and good writing is not copied. Let's take a look at the relevant materials of writing in winter and summer vacations.

I like summer, but I don't like winter. In summer, the weather is fine, the sky is blue and the sun is strong. Although I will get a tan, I like the sun in summer, and the weather in winter is bad and cold. I feel cold even with the sun. I'm afraid of cold. Every time I go to school, I can't stand it when the wind blows.

I like summer. I can wear a beautiful skirt instead of dressing up like winter. It's not beautiful at all. It looks chubby and uncomfortable.

I like summer. I can go swimming in the swimming pool, bring a life buoy, swim with adults and play with water. There are many children playing together. I'm so happy. I can't swim in winter. The water is too cold for you to touch. It's not funny.

I like summer. I can eat ice cream, ice cream, watermelon, and many delicious summer food. Unlike winter, I can't eat cold food. If I eat it, I will catch a cold and have diarrhea. Cold things in winter are not good.

I like summer, the main reason is that every summer, my father will take me and my mother to the seaside to play. I can play with sand on the beach, pile it if I want, and pick up some shells. However, none of these can be played in winter, because it is too cold, so I prefer summer and winter to winter.

It's already winter before you know it. The temperature plummeted, which was a little unbearable. I feel so cold that I can't help complaining that winter is my least favorite. My husband quipped, "How do I remember you saying that you don't like summer best?" I really can't answer the words at the moment.

Yes, in summer, I did complain that it was too hot in summer and there were mosquitoes and flies. I can't help but think of the title of an article I read before-"It's always beautiful to recall summer in winter". After many years, I can't remember the specific content of that article, but the title suddenly came out of my mind, so clear.

It's always easy to ignore what we have. Being in summer, you will hate the heat of summer and long for the whiteness and romance of winter. But in winter, looking back at summer, I feel that everything in summer is so beautiful. The ice cream in summer, the beach in summer, and even the annoying cicadas and frogs at that time have become unforgettable. Living in the city, you will want to stay away from the hustle and bustle of the city and envy the tranquility of the country, but when you really go to the country, you will hate the isolation and loneliness of the country. ...

It seems that we really need to change our mentality and learn to cherish and enjoy what we have.

It was still hot yesterday, but when I woke up, the north wind was wandering outside the window. Autumn came very late this year, and as soon as it arrived, it sent a big gift package-the sudden drop of temperature made unprepared people jump directly from summer to winter.

Outside the window, the rustling of leaves kept banging on the glass, dutifully urging me to get up. However, I just wrapped the quilt tighter. At this moment, I really feel that being able to lie under the covers all the time is the happiest thing in the world.

I finally got up reluctantly.

Standing on the balcony, looking at the sky overhead, without any curious reverie. White mixed with gray is really an excellent match with the current temperature.

The trees downstairs are still green, and the wind is whistling and spinning among their branches. Therefore, every tree is like the little girl in the fairy tale wearing red dancing shoes, constantly swaying.

The wind blew away the leaves on the ground, but didn't pick them up. Hard cleaning workers got up early in the morning to clean up in piles, but the wind was so strong that a sneeze ruined people's work all morning.

Pedestrians on the ground are walking in a hurry, so fast that they seem to be so absorbed in the journey that they don't even notice that the wind blows a leaf on their heads.

Just then, a white thing flashed through my sight at a very fast speed. When I looked intently, it turned out that a dress had been blown onto the suitcase.

Hehe, the wind is playing hide-and-seek with people again ...

At this time, the river is still sparkling. Although the water in the south won't freeze, it feels colder. From a distance, the water seems clear, but it can't see the bottom. It's as gloomy as the sky. Maybe it is a mirror of the sky.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew hard and many leaves seemed to be liberated. It was blown everywhere by the wind. At first, it seemed as if the autumn wind was blowing, and it really felt like dancing butterflies. However, of all the leaves, which one knows autumn?

There are some fallen leaves floating along the coast, scattered on the water alone, like overturned boats.

The surrounding scenery has not changed, but there is more emptiness and loneliness. It seems quiet everywhere here, even the uncertain wind is bleak here. A few days ago, I occasionally found one or two birds singing, but now there is nothing. All life is hidden.

Suddenly, it began to rain. It doesn't rain much. It looks like autumn rain, but it smells like winter snow. Every drop of rain becomes deeper than before, hitting the body and freezing cold.

Unlike the rain in summer, it pours heavily, but it's refreshing. And this rain, falling slowly, is not urgent or slow, like knocking on the soul. Mixed with the cold wind, with a chill, a little bit of coolness spread. ...