Aesthetic Prose in Early Summer Night

In ordinary daily life, you often see prose, right? Prose is characterized by expressing the author's views and feelings through the description of some fragments or events in real life. So, can you write prose? The following are the beautiful essays on early summer nights that I collected for you, hoping to help you.

The early summer 1 summer has quietly arrived, and the temperature has suddenly increased these days. The weather is sultry, and the whole city seems to be more restless and noisy. Everyone who walks has a tired and dizzy expression on his face.

In the community at night, it is very lively. More and more people keep dogs, in groups of three or five. While chatting, the owner of the dog shouted at his pet dog. I like dogs, but I can't keep them. Because I'm afraid of its sudden cry. There are many grandfathers and old ladies dancing in a flat in the community. The stereo is loud and a little harsh. It should be very happy to see their input.

The neon lights in the distance are flashing brightly. The noise of cars on the road is still clearly audible. A city cannot live without noise.

Only moonlight, quiet. Through the big tree beside me, I will pour out the mottled branches. The cement road is a little dry, and the dim street lamp makes my shadow slender. The breeze caresses the face and the hair blows. The whole person suddenly became light, and suddenly there was a familiar feeling, as if he had experienced this moment a long time ago. I really hope so, so, there is no end.

It was a dark night in early summer.

I looked up at the deep night sky, and the faint starlight drifted by. I don't know why, my heart is suddenly gloomy.

I remembered a message I received after dinner: "I just want to run away from home, but what about my son?" This is a message from my best friend, once my best friend Wu, in a distant city. In just a few words, you know how much helplessness and helplessness there are. I don't remember what I told her on the phone next. Comfort is not my strong suit. I think I'm also confused about some problems. I don't know what happened to her. But I know her. She is a woman who pursues perfection and has a good nature. She was silent on the other end of the phone. I hung up the phone in a panic and didn't know what to do for a long time.

In fact, life can't be perfect in our imagination. If it's really perfect, it's not life. Even if you escape from one life to another, you may never reach the one we want. Nowhere to run, nowhere to run. This is the truth of life.

Maybe, we all know. About life, about family. About happiness. Probably, a lot. Is it our greatest weakness to be swayed by considerations of gain and loss in the gap of time?

This night is sultry and breezy. A row of trees by the roadside, after so many years, I still can't name them. The leaves on the branches rustled by the wind, and the long branches were embedded with white and slender stamens, and the faint fragrance filled this early summer night.

The night is already deep. It suddenly became so quiet around. Shops, supermarkets and street beaches on the roadside have all closed. Then I remembered "buy watermelon". What about watermelon? Why did I go home empty-handed? Or maybe, I didn't buy watermelon at all, just found myself a reason to be alone.

Tonight, the wind is blowing from one direction or the other. Sitting in the rocking chair, I can clearly hear the rustling of leaves, just like torturing summer insects hiding in the dark. But the wind is a failure, and the summer insects can still hum a wonderful symphony down their throats, and the excitement belongs to them after all.

The stubborn wind is still blowing. This time, the target of the wind is the moon hanging in the sky. The string moon was bright and dazzling at first, then it became dim and gloomy, and then it left only a vague outline until it disappeared completely. But all of a sudden, there was a white light on the horizon, and the crescent moon crawled slowly, and it was clearly visible soon. At this time, the string moon is like a baby sleeping in a cradle, which is very eye-catching. But I don't care about their war anymore. The cold skin forced me to make a choice, so I got up and walked back along the S-shaped path.

When I passed by that day lily field, I habitually took a look. At this time, the flowers and bones gathered by the day lily, like handfuls of tightly closed umbrellas, swayed frequently under the encouragement of the wind. The way they dance, at first glance, looks like a lot of people discussing, like two people whispering, and like a person whispering alone, which makes me elusive. Because at night, they completely lost the wildness of the day. During the day, even when it is sultry and windless, day lilies compete to bloom orange, stretch out long flowers and surround each other with their companions. If the wind blows, it will be another lively scene. On the other hand, day lilies are also very useful. It can not only be appreciated as a flower, but also be eaten as a dish, and can also be used as a medicinal material to treat diseases. Although daylily has many advantages, I just want to remember its name and usage this evening. There is a book that says: "Eating daylily makes people happy, so they forget their worries, so they are called worry-free girls." If so, I really want to chew a few pieces of it to solve all my troubles during the day.

Although I know that a quiet night is beautiful, it is enough to leave me more time to calm down and think, but I must leave quickly tonight, and the annoying mosquitoes are still attacking me.

In the early summer night, I had an early dinner and strolled outside the village. The afterglow of the sun has not yet receded, and there is a sunset glow in the western sky. The moon is already hanging overhead, and a shining star shines with a light that is not dazzling. Night is coming.

The breeze is cool. After all, it's early summer, and the wind doesn't feel hot. The fragrance of Sophora japonica fluttered with the wind and burst into the nose. A faint fragrance penetrated into my heart, which made people feel refreshed and the fatigue of the day was driven away.

The motor sound with a water pump in front is introduced into the eardrum. It's those who haven't finished watering. They continue to water the land in the bright moonlight, and the vegetables in the field are absorbing water and growing sturdily.

Tall poplars by the roadside blocked the bright moonlight. The road is full of people who come back late. The pace is so hasty. They have been working all day and are on their way home. They have no time to stop and watch the beautiful night scene.

Farmers have been working day and night since they managed their own land. Young people have gone to work in cities, and the rest are old people. In order to live and be rich, they have worked hard on their way to a well-off society.

Busy life blinds their eyes, and they seldom appreciate their surroundings. The fast-paced life does not allow them to slow down their hurried pace. They are not allowed to stop to enjoy the beautiful scenery in early summer.

Looking at their distant backs, I stood there in a daze, touched by a burst of emotion, a kind of true feelings, and a little sigh with emotion. ...

Now, our life has solved the problem of food and clothing. In the process of moving towards a well-off society, the phenomenon of wasting food and food is widespread from adults to children. Facing the white rice and delicious food on the dining table, who would think of the hardships of farmers, how many people know the hardships of farmers, and who knows that it is already dark and they hurried home. Who knows that farmers still water their fields at night? ...

Don't farmers spend money to buy food and vegetables? Therefore, it is the responsibility of each of us to form a good habit of saving. We adults should check ourselves everywhere and don't waste food. At the same time, educate children that food is hard to come by. When eating, don't leave leftovers, which is to respect the fruits of farmers' labor. It is the duty of China people to save every grain. After all, we are a big food consumer and we have to import food.

The night in early summer is beautiful prose 4. Early summer nights are quiet. I looked up at the sky. Sister Moon is like a golden banana, and the stars are like shining diamonds, dotted in the dark sky. One o'clock, two o'clock ... twinkles uneasily, just like naughty and naive eyes full of mystery and wisdom. They seem to have seen us and played hide-and-seek with us. Their dexterous bodies, avoiding each other and appearing from time to time, dazzled us.

Here comes the firefly. They have small light bulbs on their tails. Small "light bulbs" flash around in the jungle, flying around, shining on the jungle and making it more beautiful.

I came to the small pond again: the pink lotus is especially beautiful at night. Green lotus leaves are like big disks, one next to the other, setting off the lotus. Dragonflies come, with big eyes and tails one after another. Some dragonflies fly freely in the sky like small planes, while others rest on lotus leaves like parking lots. "Quack-quack", here comes the frog, with a big mouth, a white belly and dark green patterns, just like wearing a spotted coat. They stand on the lotus leaf and sing and dance like a stage, just like a concert! They add a beautiful scenic line to this early summer night.

Ah! I like this early summer night, because the early summer night is really charming!

Early summer night, a person walking quietly in a quiet street. There are all kinds of shops in a long street, but most of them are closed, and only a few shops around them still have lights on, trying to struggle for a while. The street lamp emits yellow and white light, which looks gloomy and miserable. The street lights are flickering, and the figure is pulled up in a daze, which makes people feel that they are in a quiet alley.

On the first night, a person walked quietly in the street, and from time to time, a pair of opponents passed by holding hands: old and young, or a couple, or two young girls. The sound of light rail arriving at the station is getting louder and louder. A person can't help feeling lonely. Loneliness: a person's loneliness has gradually become accustomed to, or has become a habit of numbness. People always have to adapt to loneliness, especially when they are alone in a foreign land, and at some special times, when you understand the indifference behind the bustling metropolis. This loneliness will be like the legend of a hungry wolf. ...

Alone in the cold corner, whenever I think of a holiday. In some special time periods and special environments, it is always easy to make people feel special, especially when a person walks quietly on the edge of a strange city and is incompatible with the surrounding lights and figures, people can't help but think of people and things. I don't know where I am. Where's my childhood playmate? How are you getting along now? We once had lofty aspirations and lofty sentiments, wanted to compete with the gods, and also wanted to be Liangshan heroes to do justice for heaven. Once, when we were young, we had drawn our own life track in our minds. We once said that we should work together to achieve our goals. However, when we grow up and gain more knowledge, we gradually find that we have become mediocre because of helplessness and oppression in life. The road to learning from the past has become more and more distant and blurred, and we have gradually lost our passion and become happy. Or the cruelty of life today? The pressure of reality drags us into the bottomless abyss, making people sink and gradually become ordinary, mediocre and impatient. Sometimes cynical. Just like a homing pigeon with a magnet alone in a foreign land, she lost her way and couldn't find her way in a strange place. What the Iraqis whispered in those days has gone east with the tide. Looking back, the past has disappeared with the passage of time, leaving only a touch of tenderness in my heart, and occasionally chewing it back alone ... Happy times only exist here.

Years make people grow old mercilessly, and make people move towards the edge of life and another goal of life. When we are tirelessly approaching the end of life ... people's lives are always staged in separation, and every year we ask: What night is this? I just want to be exact: this year is 20xx. A year of emotional and inner disaster. Why do many things make me unable to answer? alas ......

People always have to live, face the reality and live every day well. So although you can be sentimental, you can't always indulge in it! You should live in the present, treat life calmly and have a calm mind. Smile today.

I sat by the pond and looked at the dark night sky. A few stars twinkled in the night sky, as if greeting me, and the bright moon hung high overhead and shone brightly. At this time, the night sky became very quiet, like a kind mother.

I looked at the pond. It is like a slim girl, sitting there quietly. When the wind blows, the pond ripples, just like a dimple when a good girl laughs.

Suddenly, a faint fluorescence appeared in the pond. "Oh, fireflies!" "I shouted. They are like fairies falling from the sky, dancing beautifully. "Quack, quack, quack" followed the sound, and I found several frogs parked on the lotus leaf of the pond, looking like gentlemen in the moonlight, as if accompanying fireflies. What a harmonious picture this is!

At this moment, I suddenly saw a lotus hidden in the lotus leaf, which was not easy to find. This lotus flower has just unfolded a few white petals and protected its stamens in its arms. Against the backdrop of moonlight and fireflies, the lotus is like a newborn baby, so elegant, so quiet and so pure. I was shocked, as if I were a lotus, a lotus like a baby.

I like early summer, and I like this early summer night.

The beautiful prose of early summer night 7 "Twinkling stars, the sky is full of little stars ..." This nursery rhyme is the one I remember the most. There are so many stars in the sky, otherwise, how can they be called stars?

In early summer, the sun is not too toxic and it is not too early to get dark. I walked alone on the grass in the yard. The setting sun sparkles like gold. The breeze makes people feel comfortable. Weeds are everywhere, ready to fight for summer. I am very big, lying on the ground, letting the afterglow of the sunset shine! The afterglow penetrates every inch of my skin and warms my heart. ...

So, I had many beautiful dreams: in my dream, my father held me high above my head and said with a smile that I had the ability to fulfill his dream-to be an excellent painter; In my dream, my mother took my hand to climb the mountain with me and told me, "Do things with perseverance, just like climbing a mountain. Imagine victory is just around the corner. Bite your teeth, eat some bitterness, and it will pass after a while. Don't be afraid of being tired. " In my dream, a farmer's uncle is weeding. I asked why. The old man told me that grass should compete with food for nutrition, so it should be distributed. Later, I learned that being a man should also "mow the grass"!

It all happened in early summer. ...

The dream suddenly broke and I woke up. ...

I opened my eyes, and twinkling little stars appeared in front of my eyes. A bright moon hangs high in the night sky, dotted with several stars, otherwise it will really be as lonely as winter!

There are not so many stars in early summer as in midsummer, nor so few in spring! The stars in midsummer are so numerous and dazzling that they seem to be supercilious. There are fewer stars in spring, most of them are scattered with warm golden light, and some are otherwise! I don't like either of them. Being too arrogant will make people unhappy, but being too dull is not what I want. ...

What I like is the star in early summer. It is not dull or arrogant, but full of vitality. If you look carefully, you will find that although the stars are not dazzling, they radiate an upward force. Isn't this what we middle school students should have?

Looking at the stars in the sky, I was lost in thought! I think too much. I got up, patted the dirt on my body, brushed the dust off my body, and kept my eyes fixed on a place, as if thinking about something. What seems to be determined. ...

The stars in the sky are twinkling, and the visible and invisible stars are trying to make themselves shine-this is the star, this is May, this is the early summer, and this is the power of our new generation. The stars are still shining, their faith has not weakened, their strength has not disappeared, and their spirit is our spirit!

Our countryside is not as colorful as the city at night, but in early summer, we also have a different mood.

In summer, there are always some old men and women carrying Mazar and Pufan on the streets of the village. They all like to enjoy the cool in the street. When there are more and more people, some people can't restrain their loneliness and have to do some tricks-"Hey, shall we play poker?" Once put forward, you must all agree. So, poker players, table movers and too many cooks were busy for a while. It's so hot in the room that you can hit the street lamp. Therefore, when you go out at night, you can see those poker players and often hear their cheerful laughter.

In the Woods? That's even more interesting. There are children everywhere holding flashlights to catch cicadas and cows. From a distance, small spots of light and a bunch of hand-held lightning crisscross, like the situation in the starry sky. Other children love to play pranks. They put a flashlight on their chin and a beam of light shines on their faces. Suddenly, his face will turn pale and really look like a ghost. It is us girls who are often scared, because girls are the most timid. But once they find out it's a boy, the whole people will laugh their heads off. We will try our best to catch cicada cows. If the cicada cow climbs too high, we will sweep it down with long branches, and then lie on the grass to look for the fallen cicada cow (but sometimes we will catch the little toad). If you can't reach it, you have to invite children who can climb trees to catch it.

This is a beautiful early summer night in our hometown.

Beautiful Essay on Early Summer Nights 9 "In a quiet summer, there are stars in the sky ..." This song really sings to the summer nights in my heart.

Summer nights do have a unique charm. The water is gurgling, the evening breeze is blowing gently, and the fiery red sun enters the western land. The breeze blew across the wrinkled water, flashing colorful waves. As soon as the sun entered the horizon, a large red sunset rose in the western sky, which was so charming.

After the sun disappeared, the moon rose slowly, just like being fished out of the water, giving off clean and bright light in the sky. The night is getting darker and darker, and there are more and more stars. The stars in the sky are intertwined with their own little lights. Although there is no sunshine, not as bright as the moon, it is also brilliant.

The moon has risen, it is a curved moon, and her composition is clear and gentle, much like a late fairy. When the moon appeared, the sky was full of stars, and everyone opened their eyes and blinked. The moon is like a sickle made of crystal, hanging obliquely in the sky, like a curved boat, which makes the dolls on the ground yearn for it.

Moonlight is like yarn, like silk, like silver, like water, full of small courtyards and villages, and the shadows of trees are dim. In this poetic style, people who have worked all day are laughing and playing. The whole day's fatigue has been forgotten. Talking and laughing, laughter echoed in the night sky.

It's late at night, people are dreaming deeply, and only the stars in the sky are still shining. Dewdrops hang quietly on the treetops and grass tips, and everything is so quiet and peaceful.

Early summer night, quiet and comfortable, let me intoxicated.

On the night of early summer, the beautiful prose article 10 was blowing slowly, and the drizzle was falling, which made the apricot flowers at home start flying all over the sky and scattered everywhere ... This night was very quiet. I stood at the window and watched the wind and rain quietly leave. I don't know why, I began to miss that early summer night inexplicably.

Compared with tonight, that early summer night was a little more noisy. I clearly remember that night, all the things related to quadrangles were moved to the front of the house by adults, and the white apricot flowers on the ground made the tables, chairs and stools look particularly charming. Soon, the table was full of delicious food, and the braised pork with chopped green onion was lying lazily on the plate, emitting an attractive aroma. Seeing a table full of delicious food, our children were so greedy that they immediately grabbed chairs and stools.

"Have a meal! Let's eat! " With grandma's loud cry, we began to move chopsticks. I can't wait to pick up chopsticks, stretch out my right hand and start "attacking" braised pork. When I put braised pork in my mouth, I felt a little sweet on the tip of my tongue. After chewing slowly, my mouth is full of lingering fragrance, which seems to have spread to all parts of my body. The younger brother next to me saw me eating with relish and pointed to the braised pork "Wow-",as if to say that he wanted to eat it, too. The mother who is enjoying the delicious food immediately picked up a tender and small piece of braised pork and stuffed it into her brother's mouth. ...

That early summer night, the moon shed clear light, apricot flowers danced, and we ate delicious food and savored the sweetness of life comfortably.

The night in early summer is a beautiful prose article 1 1 The night in early summer is so quiet and beautiful. The bright moon is like a disc, hanging high in the air, and several stars are flashing shyly in the light blue night. On the street, the cool breeze blows gently, which makes people feel particularly comfortable.

I just came out from my classmate's house, and I was enjoying this charming rural night scene with great interest while walking. At this time, there are few pedestrians in the street, and street lamps are like long queues, stretching straight into the distance. Suddenly, a burst of laughter and shouts came into my eardrum. I can't help looking up at the sound. I saw a group of young people playing poker under a street lamp not far away. Some of them are holding sleeves and rolling their trouser legs; Some people take off their coats and bare their backs. They all held the cards in their hands like crazy, as if the sky would fall if they let go. They sometimes sit, sometimes squat, sometimes blush, and sometimes quarrel. Winners, triumphantly shouting, pointing, skipping; Those who lost, scratching their heads and swearing a few words ... After these actions, they started a new round of "fighting". Their unkempt hair and sweaty faces became more and more gloomy and ugly under the light, and people passing by accelerated their pace.

I also walked quickly forward, only feeling sick in my heart. Bright moonlight sprinkled on the ground like water, and the ground was covered with Yin Hui. Suddenly, there was a wave of English reading in the wind. I suddenly looked up. It turned out that under a street lamp, sat an uncle in his thirties. He wears a pair of glasses, with a book in one hand and a fan in the other. There is a stroller beside him, and the child in the stroller has fallen asleep in the sound of his father's reading. While reading, he kept shaking his fan to repel mosquitoes for his children. Passers-by can't help but cast an admiring look at this hardworking uncle.

I walk on by beside him, feeling that he is so tall. From this ordinary young man, I seem to see the future of our country and the hope of our nation. He inspired me and inspired us to fight for the rejuvenation of China.

Early summer night, I was bored and impatient at home, and decided to go out for a walk.

Walking in the garden of the community, walking in the dim moonlight, really feels a little comfortable. You Lan, the color of the sky, is dark, as if it indicates shanghai dawn. On the lawns on both sides of the road, the grass smells like hot green, as if it were rushing up. I like this kind of grass. It gives me passion and makes me intoxicated. At this time, there was a warm wind blowing head-on. Although it was not very comfortable, the artistic conception was quite beautiful. Unconsciously, I closed my eyes and imagined the night sky: hundreds of sparkling diamonds dotted in the dark sky. Sometimes it seems that a beam of light hits and chases these diamonds, reflecting a beautiful and precious light ... however, I was awakened by a screaming cicada. This seems to be an indispensable accompaniment on summer nights. How many people are willing to calm down and listen?

I was walking happily when suddenly a silver light flashed across the night sky like a machete. I was startled, followed by a series of thunder, followed by several flashes of lightning and a roar. Although this is common in summer nights, such a scene is really shocking. In just two or three minutes, the downpour poured down from the air, without a gradual process, but suddenly entered an extreme. I stood in the rain, and I couldn't help feeling relaxed and wet. Although I was soaked to the skin, the cool weather made me forget the humidity and that I was standing in the rain. Hearing someone shouting in the rain, I quickly hid under the gazebo and sat down. I see people running in a hurry, either covering their heads with their hands or covering their heads with bags, as long as they can shelter from the rain. They all ran towards their home in a hurry. And I think they are too unwise to feel the short coolness and the short pleasure this summer.

After a few minutes, the rain stopped. I feel that the original heat wave suddenly disappeared, leaving only cool wind and fresh air. The timely rain made the earth, which had been exposed to the sun all day, take a cold bath and fall asleep peacefully. ...

I like this rain. No matter how much resentment and resentment I have accumulated, I can find a happy self after this short and simple wailing.