Write a 300-word summer composition.

At night, it's quiet and lifeless here. Is everything asleep? Yes, summer is a hot season after all, and the air is full of dull smell.

Summer night, how to describe it?

Is it comfortable?

However, the scene that catches your eye is faint and unremarkable. The moon, as always, is used to its reserve ... it seems that every time this season, it is always sleepy and ready to fall asleep. It seems that it can't stand the scorching heat left by the sun in the morning, and puts a thin ice veil on itself. The projected light is light and cold. What about the stars, 23 1 double .. In the depths of the world, their distance is so far away. Is this a pleasant feeling?

Quiet?

Mountain wind is the air conditioner of nature. It is gentle and sweet, and light and cool. The cicadas on the old elm tree sing softly, and the love in the green grass is red in the green. The most important thing is a jujube tree by the window. The summer night under the stars is blue. The little jujube on the tree sparkled with green childish eyes in the moonlight. What I can never get enough of is the legend in my mother's mouth, about July, about the Milky Way. The brightest star in the night sky, the lightest cloud in the sky, the deep and shallow blue beside the moon, like the fluttering skirt of Chang 'e, are affecting the clouds, elegant and psychedelic, and childhood eyes are like naughty dates, flashing and falling asleep. Just because of the dream in the sky, just because of the beauty, just because I can't get it, I can't stop. The call of Normandy is always ahead, and the sound in my ear is like cicadas singing one after another on a summer night: the other side! The other shore!

The pace of time has gone station after station, how far is the other shore? Is it that luxurious office building or that elegant villa? How many people are still walking on the road, how many people are taking a nap by the roadside, they are very tired, full of vicissitudes and tiredness, but no one wants to stop and enjoy the natural life quietly again. Life is too tired and hurried, thanking the clouds and the moon and accompanying me day and night. The blue starry sky on a continuous summer night will still watch the stars quietly at this time. I have seen the stars since I was a child, or they are still so bright in the night sky, or I am so dreamy all day. The stars still accompany me tirelessly to shine in spring, summer, autumn and winter. From the life in youth to the youth in life, Qian Shan always falls in love in the story of light through mountains and water.

Every time I miss you, I will stare at the starry sky and the gentle moon. They shine on my city and my hometown. I often think that a gust of wind is my mother's sigh, a ray of moonlight is my lover's smile, and those stars are people's endless worries, interweaving my thoughts into a affectionate net.

Tell the parting person that when you think of it, please open your window and quietly look at the shining star. I believe you are not the only one leaning on the windowsill at this time, because I once said that when I miss you, I will look up at the starry sky at night and decide that the brightest star is you. So, dear friend, close lover, when you are tired, please sit down with me, listen to the moon and look at the stars. Don't just rush, don't let down the warm summer night, the warm sun, moon and stars.

Maybe when we are young, we want to be more mature and deeper, but in the vicissitudes of life, we are eager for romance and innocence. We went back to our hometown wheat field to observe the scene of bees and crickets walking in the grass, help lost ants find their homes in insect paradise, and how to make a small umbrella with lotus leaves. ...

Charming summer night, quiet starry sky, full of fantastic beauty because of various customs, and those faint associations: every morning is an invitation of life, and the power of the sun knocks on the glory of the day. The four seasons are painted by painters who are full of years, and the above is the March of seasonal footsteps, melodious in spring, lively in summer, lyrical in autumn and simple in winter. Friends, don't forget to pick it up when you walk.