Who can give me a better composition for grade five?

In summer, people will frown at will and say, "It's too hot." But when it comes to summer mornings, people's faces can't help but show yearning.

Yes! The morning in spring is beautiful, but compared with the morning in early summer, it is somewhat inferior.

If you are willing to get up early, you will enjoy the real and natural scenery, and you will feel different. At about 4 o'clock in the morning, it was still a little dark in the east, and the faces of people more than a dozen paces away could not be seen clearly. The air is fresh and humid, and there is a little sweet coolness when you take a breath. You will never feel bored at this time. Even if you have a lot of troubles, you will forget it. At about 4: 30, the sky in the east is a fish-belly white. If you come to the Huaihe River Dam in the east of the city, stand there quietly. There is no noisy noise in your ears, no strange car horns, only the morning wind sings in your ears and blows your hair a little messy. A few early birds are chirping in the trees around you. As if they don't want to disturb you, they stare at you with black eyes, then look around Zhou Dong with their heads tilted, occasionally calling once or twice. The grass is also swaying under the breeze, as if singing and dancing gently with the morning breeze. The milky white fog pixel yarn in the forest is wrapped and flutters in the forest, like a ribbon on a fairy.

At five o'clock, the sun has reached the edge of the horizon. It may have just washed its face in the East China Sea and is wiping it with a towel. From the cracks in the clouds, it shoots beams of golden light into the sky. In a short time, the sun was on its head, fiery red, like half a red-hot iron ball and half a ripe orange, so the grass on the ground was brightly illuminated by the sun, and the dew on it was shining brightly. A colorful light is beating before your eyes. At this moment, the sun is accumulating strength. Don't be careless without blinking. Just when you are anxious, the sun is like a big burning ball, bursting out from the east, and its majestic momentum is no less than volcanic eruption. Then, slowly, the upward golden light spread all over the earth. At this time, the birds seem to agree.

Similarly, one by one called friends and sang a melody. The grass danced and echoed, and dew began to roll off the leaves.

Just when you were ecstatic, car horns and people's laughter came from afar, and the life of the day began like this.