10 essays of 500 words about summer

In the slightly hot summer wind, the green scenery hurriedly retreated, and the distant mountains became more and more beautiful amid the clouds and mist. Below is a collection of 500 words of essays and compositions about summer that I have collected for you. Welcome to refer to them.

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Article 1: Summer Essay< /p>

Summer vacation, very hot.

Even though I was lying at home with the electric fan blowing and eating ice cream, the hot sweat all over my body still couldn’t stop dripping down. The cicadas chirped outside the window, making the eardrums ache, but there was no cool breeze to relieve the sweltering heat.

At this time, my cousin, whom I had not seen for a long time, came to play with me.

My childhood experiences are still vivid in my mind - this cousin of mine was always the most playful and noisy. Her elders called her a "tomboy". She was very courageous and would get into trouble all day long. , once even fell into the river and received seven or eight stitches on his head.

The second aunt's sister is quiet and doesn't get to play with her cousin. I am also a crazy person, so the two of us got together.

It’s just that as we grow older, everyone is busy with their studies, and my cousin and I rarely see each other. I sometimes wonder if we will feel unfamiliar after seeing each other for such a long time?

My cousin has short hair tied into a rabbit-like ponytail, her bangs on her forehead are all tied up with hairpins, and she has a pair of bright My big eyes were smiling, and the corners of my mouth were wide open: "Sister, let me take you to a fun place."

I understood God in my heart, and immediately lied to my mother and went to my grandma's house, and lied to my grandma to go to my grandma's house. Go to the market and get on my sister’s exclusive electric car.

"Where are you going?"

"To Shiliang River or Wangwu Reservoir, you tell me."

"...Well, let's go to the river first. On the Upper Reservoir. “The best of both worlds.

Sitting on the electric car, watching the surrounding scenery retreat in a hurry, the wind blows in my face, and the air is not so stuffy anymore. I squinted my eyes, admiring the familiar green surrounding me. When we arrived at the Shiliang River, we got out of the car and trotted down the river.

After these days of sunshine, the river has become much smaller, but the deepest part can still reach the thighs. What surprised us most is that the river here is particularly clear. Even at a depth of half a meter, you can still see dots of green and various colored stones guarding the bottom of the water. If you look carefully, you can see the ripples underneath. The little fish jumps and swims away. The wind is blowing slowly, and small microwaves are rippled by the river. If you close your eyes and hold your breath, and listen carefully, you can feel a piece of music called "Tranquility" playing in the water.

After a while, the sky darkened, and cold raindrops fell happily, breaking the tranquility. The droplets of water cheered and danced leisurely on the river. I couldn't help but get excited about poetry and chanted: "The drizzle fell on the river...the river gave rise to goosebumps..."

My cousin laughed and asked me: "It's raining, how can we go back?" "

"I'm not going back, I'm just going to get wet here!"

"Okay!" We ignored the sticky feeling of raindrops falling on our bodies and took the mineral spring we just picked up. The water bottle catches the small fish. The little fish is small and very clever. Every time it is about to be caught, it slips through the fingers and fails. I silently said "Calm down" in my mind and continued to catch fish, but my cousin was very impatient. When she saw the small fish slipping away, she suddenly burst out with a curse word, which shocked me. People around us looked at each other sideways, but we looked at each other and laughed without caring about our image.

The rain stopped after a while, and we caught enough fish. We put the lid on the bottle and threw it away, regardless of whether the small fish would suffocate to death. Sitting on a big rock with legs crossed to rest.

Not far away, there was an aunt teaching her son how to swim. The fat boy only wore a pair of underpants and swam unscrupulously in the water. When my sister and I saw this scene, we both exclaimed, "I have a man's heart, but I'm a girl." Two big girls can't get into the water and mess around. (Boding Literature www.tyfjddb.com)

So we thought about a new way to play - holding our breath in the water. I have only tried this method in my own water tank, and it was very novel to try it in this river. Standing in the deep water, I bent down, pinched my nose, closed my eyes tightly, and slowly put my face into the water. The cold water caressed the cheeks gently, bringing a sense of comfort. When I got up from the water, my bangs were completely wet, and water droplets dripped down my hair and onto my clothes. I laughed happily. The cousin also tried to hold her breath. After a while, the hair on their foreheads was completely wet, but they were having a great time.

This time, I tried to open my eyes in the water. As soon as I opened my eyes, they were squeezed by the water. I only saw a blurry side and closed them immediately.

Unwilling to give in, I tried a few more times, and finally I was able to open my eyes wide open in the water. Sure enough, I could see the underwater scene and my feet immersed in the water.

My cousin and I were riding in an electric car, letting the wind blow our wet hair, and soon there were signs of dryness. I was in a great mood and started singing.

"Stop singing, how can you embarrass the author?" my cousin protested.

I laughed and continued to amuse myself.

In the slightly hot summer wind, the green scenery hurriedly retreated, and the distant mountains became more and more beautiful amid the clouds and mist. The sun was bright, adding to the beautiful blue sky. Birds flew past, and cicadas chirped in my ears, playing a summer movement.

Chapter 2: "Essay on Life"

Time flies, years are like tide, and what flows through the fingers is the shackles of life. The flowers left behind bloom and fall, but they cannot change the rhythm of life. In the passing time, I am accustomed to being a passer-by, quietly and gently. I can't be surprised by the fallen petals, I can't pick up the slightest bit of weeds, just like the wind flashing towards the other side of time.

Silence stands like a monument. There is no record of great achievements, only the shock of sunset. The scars that are carved will not groan, and the wounds that are opened will only bleed. Stopping at the monument and staring at the sky, I saw a lone wild goose flying south. Is it an elf who accidentally fell into the mortal world, unwilling to be indifferent to the white clouds, leaving no trace? But it can spread its wings and fly high, wrapped in flowing light. And what about me? I walk alone, waving one wing.

This is not self-admiration, nor is it a perfect fit. What you enjoy is just the illusion of Zhuang Zhou turning into a butterfly, and the clarity of a half cup of boiling water. Stepping onto a stone path with no intersection but only an end point, surrounded by a clear spring and a cluster of dark green pillows, you can feel comfortable. Just listen to the sound of heels echoing in the valley. The lonely footsteps lifted up a string of sad chants in the autumn wind. The benevolent smile is like a withered grass, scattered in the wind.

Even though the summer flower of life is as brilliant as fire, it cannot withstand the slightest bit of desolation. Would rather die in the heat wave. Helplessly, the incense grave where the soul is buried sheds crystal red tears. Stepping on the wet earth, the moan of flower mud came from under your feet. Suffering silently may be the best relief. This is the scenery along the way, as delicate as water and as graceful as willow branches.

The sky at night is as blue and as deep as the sea, but it is empty. Look up. confused. Deep in it. Dreams are connected with heaven and earth, and hearts are embraced by mountains and rivers. In this blue warm jade. Be a passing guest. Even the one-winged angel is unwilling to support him.

Chapter 3: I like summer

Everyone has their favorite season, so what season do you like? Maybe it’s the spring when flowers bloom, maybe it’s the autumn when the grains are harvested. , maybe it’s the freezing winter. But if it were me, I would choose summer. Summer is as hot as passion, raindrops as big as soybeans, and ladder-shaped lightning. How can I not like the uncanny workmanship of nature that depicts summer so beautifully?

I prefer the summer in the past, which was a summer that was not destroyed by people, a summer that was not controlled by the greenhouse effect. . At that time, it was not as hot as it is now, the rain was more abundant than now, and droughts rarely occurred.

However, I prefer the beautiful lightning in summer! If you observe carefully, you will find that the lightning is purple! The shapes of these lightning are also different, but they are all so spectacular!

Once, lightning pierced the sky at night. All of a sudden, everything was reflected on the wall. The lightning was like a tree branch, and it would branch! This lightning was like a devil's claws, trying to catch everything. Of course, you can also see spectacular lightning during the day, when there is a heavy downpour, and the rain keeps coming. Dark clouds were gathering, and the sky above the building was dark. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning was like a thunderbolt, and a line slipped a "yo-yo" over the house, followed by a piercing roar! The round lightning was so close to me and looked so bright. Could it be an illusion? ?

I also like summer nights. The cool wind blowing on my body makes the heat of the day disappear, and I can still raise my head and stare at the stars in the sky. How happy this is!

Have you also fallen in love with such a beautiful summer?

Part 4: Essay

That afternoon, I carried The tea was leaning against the window, the curtains were blown by the wind, and the hot breath in the tea was also blown into the room. But the wind can't blow my hair. I'm not used to having long hair. If I keep it, it will fly like curtains.

The old tree outside the window has grown the first green leaves to welcome spring. It is like a newborn baby, touched and embraced by the warm hands of the wind. However, it does not know that it will still be like a newborn baby. Like other leaves, they cannot escape the fate of falling or dying.

I took a sip of tea and put my tongue into the tea. I liked the greenness of the tea leaves on the tip of my tongue. The water gave these leaves that were still green but lifeless. The second chance to float makes them seem to have a second life. But this is the last time.

The bird in the cage flew away without me noticing. But I'm not sad. Perhaps, it yearns for the sky more. I know what it feels like there.

The stream outside the window changed its course at some point. Perhaps, it also wants to work hard to realize its dream.

I tried hard to detach myself from the taste of this feeling, but I couldn't. I feel this feeling with every step I take.

At this point, I finally managed not to think about anything. I took away the empty teacup, and there were some lifeless tea leaves lying inside, lazily sticking to the bottom of the cup, as if they knew their fate was over.

But I know how proud and glorious they once were.

Chapter 5: Summer Essay

The cicadas are screaming and the fans are spinning.

When I finished posting the last post online, my sore hands had already forced me to press the computer switch. Then I took off my vest because it was extremely uncomfortable because it was sticky. I walked through the living room barefoot. My parents were not there, so I went out again. He must have gone swimming! Why didn't you call me? I thought angrily.

I walked into the bathroom, turned on the faucet and started flushing. The cool water flows on my body, and I enjoy the most beautiful moment in this summer, thinking, what would it be like if there was no water? Ha, this is another essay question with a header... Wangwang Outside the window, I don’t want to spend more than a month of summer vacation in the 36℃ weather. For me who likes new things, this is simply a waste.

Turn on the TV and sit on the sofa. It couldn't be more comfortable now. I suddenly remembered the drink I bought a few days ago, so I ran and jumped to the refrigerator and opened it. Oh, no! I was disappointed and sighed. I sat back on the sofa and watched the boring programs one after another. I couldn't help but sigh, why are there so many soap operas? Can't the radio broadcast more entertainment programs during this depressing time? What a waste of national resources!

The phone rang suddenly, and I picked up the phone with anticipation, "Cousin? I'm my cousin. Do you welcome me to your house?" My eyes lit up in boredom, and I readily agreed: "Okay. !" I was afraid that my cousin was not familiar with the road, so I put on my slippers and went downstairs. I walked in the hot sunshine without looking back. In fact, there was a shady place next to me. There was a reason for this! In order to get rid of the "white-faced scholar" The "elegant nickname" forced me to get a little tan. Black is better than white!

I stood at the gate. Before my cousin came, I took the opportunity to observe the construction site opposite. On. The man pulling the cart stopped and squatted in the shade next to the construction site, holding a bowl of porridge in one hand and a newspaper in the other to fan himself, with a smile on his face; the man shoveling the soil inserted his shovel into the mound and used a wet towel I wiped my sweat, rested, and continued to work on the construction... The sun was indeed very hot, but it seemed to have no effect on the construction workers at all.

A few minutes later, my cousin and I returned home. Walking this far, my cousin was out of breath. It's not his fault, it's all the weather's fault, not to mention that I'm already lying on the ground. "I'm so thirsty. Is there any fruit at home?" he asked, "No." I replied.

The ghost cries.

Suddenly, he ran to the refrigerator like a greedy cat, but I was already prepared. A second later, he howled: "Why don't you even have a drink?!" I covered my ears and said with an indifferent smirk, "I don't know."

It was another depressing afternoon.

The cicadas are chirping, the fan is spinning...

Chapter 6: Summer Essays

The spring of birds and flowers is gently leaving, beautiful But the hot summer has quietly come to us. I like summer, but I hate summer.

I like summer because it is beautiful. In the clear water rippling lotus pond, the green leaves set off the pale pink lotus flowers, and there are many dragonflies, which reminds me of "Little Pond" by the Song Dynasty poet Yang Wanli:

The silent stream of the spring. , the shade of the tree shines on the water, the love is clear and soft.

The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.

Just as it is written in the poem, the lotus buds have just revealed their tips, and dragonflies have already been standing on them. Looking from a distance, there are several lotus buds in bud next to them, some are red, some are white, some are pink, and some are purple. Around each lotus, there is a group of "flower protectors" - lotus leaves. Green against red, this is what "red flowers need green leaves to match". It is so beautiful! So summer is beautiful!

Although summer is beautiful, I hate summer. Because summer is very hot, people are used to staying in air-conditioned rooms every day, watching TV and playing games. But as soon as I walked out of the house, the scorching sun was scorching the earth, turning me into a "hot dog"! Sweat fell like a waterfall, dripping on my clothes, making my clothes wet! Little flowers, little grass Their heads were drooped, listless. The cicada shouted from the tree: "Cicada! Cicada!" as if to say: "Why is it so hot in summer! Why is it so hot in summer!" The big tree rolled its leaves, and the puppy stuck out its tongue and hid under the tree to enjoy the cool air. The bustling and bustling streets in the past have become deserted, and everyone is at home to escape the heat. I quickly took a popsicle from the refrigerator and took a sip. "Ah! It feels so good!" I turned on the air conditioner and picked up a fan to drive away the scorching heat.

Alas! Summer is so hot!

Maybe summer is hot in the eyes of many people, but in my eyes summer is beautiful!

Part 7: Summer Essay< /p>

In ancient and modern times, people at home and abroad often love to praise the beauty of spring, because the willows in spring are graceful and colorful, which makes people feel relaxed and happy, and the whole body is refreshed.

However, I love summer.

Yes. The summer sun is so hot that it bakes the earth like fire. However, this is the source of all life, which gives all life energy. The flowers, plants and trees suck the rain and dew, endure the sunshine, and flourish upward, and the grains and grains all work hard to make progress.

Yes, the colors of spring, the fields of autumn, and the winter of snow are truly stunning. However, Miss Xia also has her own lush attire. Which corner of summer is not filled with the green that symbolizes life? When you climb to the top of the mountain and look around, the green fields and the deep green mountains are like huge waves on the ocean, one after another, meandering. The connection stretches far away, connecting with the gray-blue sky. The entire earth becomes a huge carpet that stretches out in all directions, lush and full of vitality.

In this hot and rainy season, various plants grow rapidly and actively nurture fruits; soybeans are filled with bulging green pods; corn hugs fat babies and is covered with fruits. Branches, this is the prelude to a good harvest.

Miss Xia has a lively nature, but I also think she is honest and simple. She accumulates energy and caress for all things; she works hard and nourishes the fruits; she works hard but never complains, but never seeks the praise of the poet. In contrast, the spring girl is flashy, the autumn girl is a bit striving for fame and fortune, and the winter girl is a bit monotonous.

I love summer. I love the summer when it is covered with green, I love the summer when all things are flourishing, I love the summer where there is great power, I love the simple and sincere summer.

I wish everyone could be as beautiful, as simple and as sincere as summer!

Part 8: Summer Essay

Summer is here! People take off their clothes I put on warm spring clothes and put on colorful summer clothes. The sun is like a big fireball, its rays are scorching, and the highway is scorching hot; the dog is so hot that it lies on the ground with its bright red tongue sticking out and panting; people hide in air-conditioned rooms to enjoy another kind of coolness in summer. . The entire county was as hot as a fully baked brick kiln.

Although summer is hot, it is an indispensable season throughout the year and has its own unique beauty. Don’t believe it? Look: the lotus in the pond exposes its beautiful face on the water, exuding a faint fragrance. The lotus leaf is like a parking lot, where tired dragonflies and butterflies can land to rest.

Summer is here! The corn seedlings on the hillside are like balls of fire, shooting straight into the sky. The crops in the field turned green and became a emerald green carpet; the frogs sang "croak croak" as if they were blowing a tweeter: "Wow, wow, wow, the rice is heading. This year's crops are growing so well, please." The farmer uncle is ready to harvest the crops!"

Summer is here! The trees are growing more lush, and people like to sit on the benches under the big trees to enjoy the cool air and chat. The sunlight passes through the gaps between the leaves and shines on the ground, like the stars in the sky, and also like putting a floral dress on the earth. The cicadas hid among the leaves and held a singing competition of "Cicada, Cicada". The songs were so loud and beautiful.

Summer is here! The children are even happier. They are playing in the river. Some have water fights, some dive into the water to play hide-and-seek, and some compete in swimming. It’s so lively! The fish are in the water plants. Playing in the river, crabs waved their big scissors, shrimps bent over and swayed their long beards, and the river was filled with the joy of animals.

Summer is such a beautiful season!

Chapter 9: Summer Essay

Summer is here, and the lotus flowers in the lotus pond are growing, some They are still flower buds, some look like they are about to burst, and others are all blooming, like a beautiful young lady unfolding her beautiful clothes. Of course there are lotus leaves when there are lotus flowers. Each lotus leaf is like a big green disk or a small green umbrella.

The most distinctive feature of summer is the sun hanging high in the sky. The fiery red sun seems to be a super big red apple. Its heat makes it like a big furnace, roasting all the plants on the earth to the point of bowing their heads.

Summer is a very hot season, so the swimming pool was packed to the brim. Everyone who swam in the water seemed like a fish swimming in the water. It was so fun!

There is also a very common insect in summer called cicada. Why is this insect called cicada? Haha, you may not know this. This is because this insect cries non-stop in summer. , very noisy, noisy during the day, noisy at night, the most disgusting thing is noisy at night, because it makes people unable to sleep at all. And every time they had a quarrel, they seemed to be calling him "Cicada" and "Cicada", so people called him "Cicada".

There is also a very popular fruit in summer. This fruit is called watermelon. It looks like big green balls with stripes on the outside, just like a fat kid wearing a suit. Striped dark green clothing.

When you cut it open, the flesh inside is as red as blood, and the sunspot inside is like a small black pebble, which is very interesting. It tastes sweet, even sweeter than jackfruit, and the taste will leave you with endless aftertaste and you can't help but eat a few more pieces.

Summer is soft, summer is hot, summer is noisy, and summer is cool. Summer is the most beautiful, I love you, summer.

Chapter 10: Summer Essay

The lovely summer is here, the gentle wind brings a little bit of feeling to people, the seven-color rainbow floats in it, and the clouds are lovely It’s really colorful; look again, the branches are covered with fragrant fruits, and the children always drool after seeing them.

Summer is coming, who told you? Oh, it turns out to be a diligent firefly. They carry small lanterns and fly around, sometimes hovering in the air, sometimes dancing in the air, like bright little lights, lighting up the dark night.

Summer is coming, who told you? Oh, it turns out to be big round, green watermelons. The watermelon is also inlaid with strips of dark green patterns, which look like globes with shades reflecting each other from a distance. Taking a bite, it's sweet and makes people's saliva flow to their clothes.

Summer is here, who told you? Oh, it turns out to be pure white lotus flowers. They are blooming in the pond. They are sitting on the green lotus leaf boat and enjoying the scenery in the pond. Wandering gently, a faint fragrance floats out. No wonder the ancients gave them the highest praise: "They emerge from the mud without being stained, and wash through the clear ripples without being evil."

Summer is here, who told you? Oh, it turns out to be gentle summer, drip-dah, drip-dap, transparent summer is cool, giving people a refreshing feeling . It's like a doll playing a drum, tick-tat-tat, tick-tat-tat... This sound is so soft and beautiful!

Summer is coming, who told you? Oh, it turns out that it is a hanging tree. The cherries on the branches are sparkling and translucent, like rubies. Under the light of the sun, they are even more dazzling and eye-catching. People know that they have a beautiful taste and moist flesh, but they are a little reluctant to eat them, for fear of pitying her. .

Summer, summer, although you don’t have the tenderness of spring, the solidity of autumn, and the whiteness of winter, you have your own uniqueness.

Lovely summer, I love you.

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