We run in the sun and write our compositions with smiling faces in midsummer.

1. Write a composition of not less than 60o words with us, running, sunshine, midsummer and smiling face as key words. It is spring again.

Friend, come and hold my hand and run with me in the sun.

Spring is another spring.

The sunshine outside the window fell to the ground in bits and pieces.

The kite hanging in the corner seems to be smiling at me.

Pick it up and go to the field!

To release the most beautiful spring in your heart.

The warm sunshine makes you feel a little sleepy, doesn't it? Then, get on the bike and cross the golden ocean. Then, sing a nursery rhyme. Perhaps, in your 13-year-old heart, it is naive. "Little bee, buzzing ..." When you were a child, you were running on this ridge, with two braids hanging in the air and humming this song in your mouth, spreading happiness like a little angel. You should ask the bird on the roadside, does it still know you? I don't know. Indeed, how tall you are now, much taller than rape blossoms.

Yes, do you remember the golden rape field? That's a good memory of your childhood. At the beginning, you always like to climb to the high ridge and laugh and run in the rape blossoms. You have stepped on many flowers, but you are smiling to catch bees. You're not afraid of thorns, are you? Hold a bottle in your little hand and watch them buzz inside. You have had enough fun. Open the bottle. Ha, you run. Look, the bee on that flower still knows your little friend, right? It flies over your head, but you won't be so naughty to catch them. Let them fly and use their wings to create the most harmonious notes in the world.

You stopped the car with a smile and picked up the kite. The willows on the roadside are waving to you, old friend. Do you still remember that you once naughty picked my branches and made you a "crown"? You tied the string to the kite with a smile. The kite flies higher and higher, but you dare not get rid of it. Do you remember flying a kite the year before last? You're still chasing with your brother. You lost track of time. What's the number of this kite in your hand? Destroy you like a king, and many kites have been broken by you. Kite, let it fly well. Lie down, blow the spring breeze and bask in the warm sunshine. Forget the troubles of study, forget everything, and fantasize about spring in the sun. ...

Confused, you'd better put the kite away quickly, it's already raining lightly. You are riding a bike, full of spring scenery, and you are going home. Goodbye, old willow by the roadside, goodbye, rape in the field, goodbye, buzzing little bee! Riding a bicycle and riding the spring breeze in the light rain, while walking, humming:' Spring rain rustles underground …' That was your favorite song when you were a child, so use it to praise spring.

Ah, spring, spring, it is calling you. Come on, friend, come with me, put down your books, go to the sun and fields, embrace the spring in your heart, shake hands with nature and run on the path!

2. Take us, running, sunshine, midsummer and smiling face as the key words, and write a short essay of not less than 60o. Not far from Wan Li, the sun shines directly on the proud phoenix tree by the roadside, and goes straight to the earth through the uneven green, but ignores the yellow leaves of those young trees who died prematurely in the shadow. Happy ducklings swim in the blue lake under soft white clouds, but no one cares about the timid ugly ducklings under the dark reeds. When the bloody flame dances under the Christmas tree full of gifts, who knows that the melodious snow outside the window is blowing out the fire of hope and the lamp of life of the little match girl? They live in a corner forgotten by God and in the darkness without sunshine. This group, which has never been paid attention to and has never been understood, is affectionately calling for sunshine, embracing hope and looking forward to happiness, even though they are vulnerable groups. Have you ever felt a world without sound? Solidified air, solidified time, everything is silent, quiet, dead silence. For creatures in this world, sound-just pale and empty beauty-is something they are willing to exchange with everything except life. They are only nominal. Can't see other people's sincere smiles and hypocritical tears? A submerged hope and yearning for happiness. Their useless eardrums can't hear happy songs, and they are willing to exchange everything except life. They live in a corner forgotten by God, and everything is silent, and they go straight to the earth through the uneven green.

Can you imagine life with only one color? Buried in the light, the delicate roses in the flower bed don't understand the songs in the hearts of the small flowers in the mountains, because we are under the blue sky, but we don't pay attention to the yellow leaves of the small trees in the shadow, so we need to pay attention. The eagle accompanying the sun does not understand the simple happiness of the birds in the forest. They stay away from the noise and vulgarity of the world of mortals. Happy ducklings swim in the blue lake under soft white clouds, although they are vulnerable groups, far away from those who would rather not hear the sound than freeze the time; When we look absently at the teacher's endless lips. For the creatures in this world, peace. They are affectionately calling for sunshine and dark clouds, but this does not mean that there is no light, but no one cares about the timid ugly duckling under the dark reeds.

Have you ever felt a world without sound? It is full of despair and loneliness-black. God closed the windows of their hearts. Vulnerable groups are all over the world. Don't forget to shake the wheelchair hand. Let's warm this suffering group together. When we run with the pulse of the earth in the morning glow, we see a beating and fiery heart, which is quiet and illuminates our paradise. Their souls are quiet and their hearts are pure, but they have seen the goodness of human nature, but they have not forgotten to open the door to their souls. When the bloody flame dances under the Christmas tree full of gifts, who knows that the melodious snow outside the window is blowing out the little match girl's hope fire and her knees in the street ... Don't be stingy with your love, because as long as there is hope, don't forget the closed heart window, the whining of birds, the incomparable transparency, the sigh of autumn leaves, the lamp that embraces hope and life, and don't forget the mountains. Black sky. When we look at the world with small eyes, we are quiet blacks.

The green grass on the court doesn't know the dreams and voices in the grass on the wall-it's just the paleness of blood loss. This group that has never been noticed. They listen attentively to the singing of snow, and they can light the torch of life, a life that has never been understood? Solidified air needs to be understood. They need love, dead silence and black grass ... People who are black but immersed in the black world will tell you that they are a dignified gray and sweet word in colorful life. They lost their eyes and could not hear the shouts of anger. They can't see the beauty and ugliness of the world, and they can't see the sound of flowers blooming. The quiet sunshine in Wan Li directly leaks on the proud phoenix tree on the roadside.

3. Keywords: June, we crossed the rainbow to write a composition. Joan, let's run together. Where should the composition go? Tell yourself not to think too much, but some things are out of control.

It seems that one year will exhaust the energy of the whole youth. Legend has been passed down from generation to generation, making people who are about to pass by look forward to fear and make people who pass by feel nostalgic.

When I spent almost the same amount, three years was an understatement. At the beginning of the first monthly exam, it began to rain lightly, wrapped in lingering rain lines, and spring came quietly.

I began to be sensitive to time, and the kapok at the school gate was in full bloom and red. From that moment on, a brand-new countdown card for the senior high school entrance examination was posted in the classroom of our class. When I am sitting here writing, I find that my hair is long enough to sweep the examination paper. I often flash across the consciousness that June is approaching in some casual moments.

Then, my heart will be clear. Are you in a hurry? Is it expectation? Or do you dream of love and hate? I have been busy with hope, but I failed to get good grades in Sun Shan after the mid-term exam. I can't get the fighting spirit to fight in that invisible battlefield in primary school. I can't be as confident as I was in the seventh and eighth grades, and I don't like to shuttle among experts.

In my spare time, I want to plan my own journey. On the last day of today, when I finished my last chemistry exam, it was still raining lightly and Ye Er was shivering.

Who is it laughing at? What happened? I can comfort myself as always, it was just an "accident", but after all, I experienced so many accidents, my will was polished and my confidence was shaken. I don't know why success is always so far away, but failure always goes with me.

In the life of preparing for the exam, I collect my feelings in a lonely way. Long journey, I don't know what the name is at last.

Go ahead, go ahead. So sometimes hallucinations pass through huge fog, and the fog is still in front of us.

However, June really came. Something will change, right? There must be something left, right? We name junior high school life from deep to shallow, and grasp the third grade hard or not.

My classmate is young and smart, but he just doesn't study hard. He said reading was not fun and interesting. However, he didn't do badly in every exam. If he studies hard, so much the better.

I gave him a warm reminder: if you don't work hard, the boss will be sad. See the rainbow after the storm.

I believe it. I suddenly found that little B is not so lively and playful.

On the contrary, seeing that he has been involved in sea tactics reminds me of the agreement three years ago that I will be admitted to the same high school three years later. Now my friend Xiao B's score has exceeded the agreed school score.

And I, there is still some distance. Did I break my promise? Do you realize what you should do in 34 days? I shouldn't give up because I have another world waiting for me.

At the same time every day, there is the most delicate comfort of green tea. The sound of turning over a book.

I miss you quietly. Heavy dreams.

Bring it slowly and steadily. The countdown figures on the blackboard say the expectation of sunny days.

This is pure romance. If you have a dream direction, you must work hard. Just like a marathon, we don't know what will happen next second. Keeping your body balanced and running at full speed is the most important thing. In order to succeed, we need to summon up much courage and experience many struggles.

Start a journey that has been brewing for more than ten years, why weigh which scenery is the most beautiful, as long as you have been brave. Sincerely and purely looking forward to "we want to be beautiful and proud, where is our June life", let us firmly follow the road under our feet and wait for the smile of June with all the students in Grade Three.

I believe we can reach the brightest midsummer. Take part in this gorgeous marathon.

Bathed in the summer sunshine, happiness is sunshine, and pain is shadow. Shadows in the sun are the beauty of life. Treat every soul with a smiling heart. -Inscription The most comfortable thing in the world is to bathe in the warm and harmonious sunshine. Growing up in the sun, you will feel more confident;

Growing up in the sun, you will be full of enthusiasm; Growing up in the sun, you can forget all your troubles. In the sunshine, groups of innocent children grow up freely and sturdily. "As long as mom smiles …", the childish voices of immature children warm their mothers' hearts, and they grow up in love, adding hope to society. In the sunshine, a pair of helping hands hold passionate hearts, touching people in poor mountainous areas and sharing difficulties with them. In the sunshine, people in poor mountainous areas hold hands.

Students, work hard and "study for the rise of China"; I hope to meet China when the world takes off. In the sun, brave PLA soldiers, rain or shine, will always guard the frontier of the motherland, casting a new Great Wall with their flesh and blood and steel will! In the sun, people's smiling faces are bright, one after another.

Our laughter is very happy, and the hard-working people are very satisfied and gratified; The figure of running is very chic and comfortable ... The ancient sage Lao Tzu said: "Whether there is mutual growth, difficulty and difficulty complement each other, length contrast, high and low competition, sound and sound harmony, and before and after." The same is true of the world where we live in the sun. The days after winter are very deserted. Look at the calendar, it's snowing, look around, there is no green, there is no life. ...

Dull, self-indulgent, idle all day, not enterprising. People in the dark are very sad and depressed, and have lost their courage and confidence. In the darkness, the world we live in is ruthlessly destroyed for no reason ... The sky-gradually clearing up, smoke and dark clouds-slowly dissipates, and we breathe and run freely in the bright sunshine. Tears of frost on the earth,

Let me stand in the wind, enjoy the love God has given me alone, let us set foot on the hot land with a blue sky above us, be upright, the sun will shine forever, and we will grow up happily in the same sunshine; The sunshine holds your hand and mine, and we move forward together.

5. What composition in the sun 800 words The most comfortable thing in the world is to bathe in the warm and harmonious sunshine.

The growth of sunshine will make you more confident; Growing up in the sun, you will be full of enthusiasm; Growing up in the sun, you can forget all your troubles. In the sun, groups of innocent children are growing freely and vigorously. "As long as mom smiles ..." Children's childish voice warms mom's heart, and they grow up in love, adding hope to society.

In the sunshine, a pair of helping hands hold boiling hearts, touching people in poor mountainous areas and sharing difficulties with them. In the sunshine, hundreds of millions of students in the motherland strive to "study for the rise of China"; I hope to meet China when the world takes off.

In the sun, brave PLA soldiers, rain or shine, will always guard the frontier of the motherland and forge a new Great Wall with their flesh and blood and steel will! In the sunshine, people's smiling faces are bright and happy, and hardworking people are satisfied and gratified; The figure of running is very natural and unrestrained, very comfortable ... The ancient sage Lao Zi said: "Whether there is mutual strength, it is difficult to complement each other, the length is compared, the height is harmonious, and the sound is harmonious." Hengye. "

The same is true of the world where we live in the sun. The days after winter are very deserted. Look at the calendar. It's already light snow. Looking around, without green and vitality, people seem to live in darkness ... people in darkness are unhappy, self-indulgent and idle all day long.

People in the dark are very sad and depressed, losing their courage and confidence. In the darkness, the world we live in is ruthlessly destroyed for no reason ... The sky-gradually clearing up, smoke and dark clouds-slowly dissipates, and we breathe and run freely in the bright sunshine.

Frosted tears on the earth turn into crystal dew, their petite bodies shine in the morning glow, and the sunshine brings us warmth. Let me stand in the wind and enjoy the love God has given me alone. Let us have a blue sky above our heads, keep our feet warm, be upright, and the sun will always shine. We will grow up happily in the same sunshine. The sunshine holds your hand and mine, and we move forward together.

6. In midsummer, I successfully wrote a short article of 200 words. In midsummer, before I won the prize successfully, I was fascinated by dust and night. At that moment, I was looking forward to the sun and the moon; At that moment, I looked forward to a clear spring, clear and bright; At that moment, I was looking forward to enlightenment in my hard thinking and suddenly realized; At that moment, I expected laughter in sadness.

Until that moment, we were all smart. If it's a bug, it needs to accumulate.

That year, I felt sorry for the taste of middle school students. The first nine classes 100 students, I stand in the ninth place.

That's not glory, it's a blow. Full of parents' expectations and friends' expectations, I entered the classroom, but I ended up in the embarrassing position of ninth place.

Listening to the teacher's encouragement and classmates whispering: isn't she an advantage subject? That closed mouth is always reluctant to say "tell me about your experience?" I'm a little confused. The teacher was embarrassed and asked me to step down.

Heavy, speechless, tears become heavy, hanging on the eyes is of no help. Along my cheeks, I felt the sunshine, the laughter of my classmates, and the rich baritone voice of my teacher, which caused ripples in my heart.

From then on, I made up my mind to work hard. If it is a pupa, wait quietly.

The end of the second half of the second semester of the second grade is an important step towards the third grade. Over the past six months, my name has gradually entered the ears of teachers in various subjects.

In the past six months, there have been sadness, disappointment and sadness. I was looking forward to the counterattack at that moment, but I was always careless and missed the progress.

Gradually, I began to meditate, quietly thinking about the reasons for my mistakes and observing the details. In July, I felt a little calm when I watched my classmates playing in the wild.

Combine that fun with reason and precipitate it in your heart. In avoiding mistakes, slowly accumulate and wait for opportunities.

If it is a butterfly, it needs to bloom. This is the sprint of the last year. The spring tide strikes and countless students are knocked into the water.

The grades are uncertain, I firmly believe. I am at the top of my class this year, but I long for peace, not for anything else.

* * * Three monthly exams landed, ranking first in the class and ninth in the grade. At that moment, joy met me from afar.

I am like a butterfly that has shed its pupa and become a shining star. At that moment, tears flowed through the tiny sunshine, the admiring eyes of the students and the comfort of the teachers, and my heart rippled.

Now, it is tears of joy. At that moment, I was brilliant.

7. When the midsummer sunshine shines through the gap of lilacs again, it has passed the end of the composition and left midsummer.

Come down and go, midsummer. There is a faint sadness on campus. each

I've been telling the same story for years, but with different people.

The fragrance of lilacs came to the nose, and the door of memory was suddenly

Open it, you can't forget this rainy summer, and you can't forget harmony.

Xiao Xuan's precious friendship for six years. ...

From unfamiliar to familiar, and then from familiar to unfamiliar.

Six years of primary school life is coming to an end, and Xiao Xuan came to Japan.

Dragon, will the flow of time dilute our friends?

What about love?

Bring up the channel of memory, and the sound of pouring rain is in my ear.

As the edge sounded, raindrops fell to the ground, splashing layers of beautiful water.

Flowers! This is the scene of us running together in raincoats. also

I remember it rained heavily after school that day, and my parents haven't come yet. I

I was shivering with cold and wrapped my thin coat tightly. What is this?

I was surprised that something fell on me. Ah, it's a raincoat.

In the drizzle, I saw the familiar figure, which was Xiao Xuan's smile.

Standing behind me, I looked at her doubtfully and she smiled.

Zi also put on a raincoat and stood side by side with me. "Come with me?"

She looked naive: "Of course, otherwise you still want to be soup."

Chicken! "

Under this raincoat of love, we hold our hands tightly,

Rushing into the rain together, we run in small steps in the rain, my friend.

Friendship fills my heart with rain.

Room, the sixth grade composition "Farewell, written in summer".

It was raining cats and dogs that day, so I covered myself with writing.

The raincoat of love. You are burning on this rainy day.

A warm heart makes me feel warm, and it's raining cats and dogs this day.

You are the one who shines in the setting sun ...

Reluctantly, I gently twisted the next channel, oh! rain

After a sunny day, a beautiful rainbow appeared on the horizon, which is very telling.

Fairy tales of friendship. This sweet memory is shared by us.

Cookies. After school, I just rushed out of the school gate and saw the one standing on the right.

In front of you, I ran across the street and waved, "Hi, Xiao Xuan,

Are you still there? ""hmm! " "Go, go there and have a look!

"We walked into the grocery store hand in hand.

8. Those beautiful 600-word compositions were warm in my heart. I dreamed of sleeping in a pencil box and drawing a smiling face by opening a blank sheet of paper. In this lazy and quiet afternoon, I sat in front of the window in a daze. It's my mood that the long white clouds float by, and my thoughts will go far before I know it.

After the bell rang, I took out my colored brush and drew a girl holding another girl's hand. On a sunny afternoon, I walked with her. The sun shone beside me and I smelled the charming fragrance of grass. Youth turns around and suddenly floats away. You hung on the top of the tree and I circled on another tree, so I digress. I still remember ringing your doorbell countless times, and when I opened the door, it was your warm smiling face. Such a beautiful and familiar day. We watch TV and chat online. You know all my worries. From then on, I decided to keep you in my heart. In those years, your balcony was always printed with the scene of us doing homework together. I looked at the scenery outside the window with confused eyes. I said we should always be so good when we grow up. You nod and smile, and the sun is shining. I still remember the days when I fought with you and went home hand in hand. When I was sad, your hug was so stable, and the songs we sang played back and forth in my memory. Thank you for accompanying my good friend. With your comfort, I am no longer lonely. Thank you for letting me know that I have so much.

In those years, there was a faint scent of gardenia in the landscape. When we are together, our smiling faces are fixed on the photos of the big photo. Innocent and lovely V-shaped movements are the signature movements of our childhood. Do you remember that silly girl who was always sentimental? Do you remember the girl who likes to hum songs whether she is happy or sad? Do you remember the girl who complained to you when something was on her mind? I always thought those memories would be reflected in the photos so that I wouldn't forget them. It turns out that after so long, it is still surging in my heart and warming me. I've always wanted to write something to remember you, but I can't, because I have countless ideas. It is in a quiet corner that I put these beautiful things into words, record the pain and joy, and knock on the memory.

Those wonderful times, I hope we don't grow up and continue to run in the colorful and blurred transparent bubbles, as always naive, without any change. Those wonderful times, even if I pass by the shadows, I want to look up at the warm sunshine. The memory has always been there, and I have never forgotten it. Those wonderful times, it's a pity that my paintings can't show the colors at that time, otherwise I must draw cartoons and cherish them! Those wonderful times, the change of roles, meeting different friends and then passing by, there is a feeling spreading in my heart, which is called enrichment and warmth. In those beautiful times, such as the next windy afternoon, we ran together on the growth track and relived the happiness of passing by. The skirts along the way were so high, so high, so beautiful, so beautiful!

9. Hot summer composition 124 The first sentence: Hot summer time is like a fine horse, running fast.

In a blink of an eye, the warm and vibrant spring passed and ushered in a hot and scorching summer. People's clothes get thinner in summer, but they still feel very hot.

Look! The thirst-quenching watermelon is ripe. Watermelon is like a chubby little doll born in hot summer.

Watermelon is round like a green balloon; Fujimaki on its head is curled like a pig's tail. The stripes on watermelon skin, like the route in the treasure map, seem to tell us that there are still many secrets waiting for us to discover.

Cut the skin and you will see the bright red flesh, watery, just like the blushing face of a little girl; Sporadic dotted watermelon seeds are black, just like black sesame seeds dotted on a red cake, not to mention how attractive! Take a bite, your mouth is full of juice, cool and sweet, and the more you eat, the more you like it. Refrigerated watermelon is cool and refreshing. It's really cool to eat a frozen watermelon on a hot day! Watermelon is not only delicious, but also valuable in other parts! First of all, processed watermelon seeds are everyone's favorite snacks. They are delicious and nutritious.

Don't throw away the remaining watermelon skin after eating the pulp. Wash it, peel off the green skin, cut it into small pieces and stick it on your face, which is the watermelon mask. This is a pure natural beauty product, which not only has no side effects, but also costs nothing! Watermelon skin is generally thick, and people who love carving can also use it as melon carving, which not only saves resources but also beautifies life.

Watermelon skin is also a favorite food for chickens and pigs, and people who raise poultry and livestock can regard it as delicious food for animals! In summer, there are not only watermelons born in summer, but also lotus flowers. The beautiful lotus is like a slim little girl.

Cicada kept calling in the tree, as if to say, "It's so hot! It's so hot! " Why does summer bring us such a "gift"? Chapter 2: The hot summer summer is coming. The sun is like a blazing stove, scorching the earth. Grass, reeds and red, white and purple wildflowers are steamed by the vicious sun hanging high in the sky, and the air is filled with a sweet and drunken smell.

In summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom, and red, purple, pink and yellow are like bright spots embroidered on the green carpet; Crowds of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around with difficulty. In summer, some creatures in the forest are full of vitality and some are lifeless. In this hot summer, the trees are still so full of vigor and vitality. It is so green and lush.

Their branches and leaves are layered on top of each other, leaving almost no gaps. The sun shone through the dense branches and leaves, and the ground was covered with shiny spots the size of copper coins.

The bright green light turns the shade into green, as if all the leaves on the tree had a new life tremor. Looking down from a height, these big trees are like a huge sun umbrella, which reduces some heat for the earth.

It's very hot in summer, so cicada cries desperately in the tree: "Hot … hot …" It's so hot that dragonflies only dare to fly near the shade, as if afraid that the sun will burn their wings. The grass and delicate flowers on the earth bow their heads in the heat of midsummer and are lifeless.

By the stream, old people eat watermelons in the shade, some are playing cards, some are chatting, and some are reading books with fans in hammocks. This stream is very active. Some children are swimming, some are catching fish in the stream, some are playing in the water ... it's a hot summer! Chapter 3: Hot Summer Terrible summer has arrived, and the sun seems to have a fever.

I used to like long days and short nights, but now it's different. I can't wait for the sun to set.

The sun is like a disobedient child, so it plays with me. The flower is weak and seems to be ill, but no one feeds it herbs.

The grass also bowed its head and the willow leaves rolled up. Small fish are swimming in the river. I really want to burn more solar energy when fishing, so that the fish can eat as soon as they are caught.

The puppy also hid in the house and refused to come out. It craned its neck and gasped, as if to say, how hot it is! How hot it is! People also hide in air-conditioned rooms for fear of becoming Brazilian barbecues. It's too hot in summer! Chapter 4: Hot summer summer is a hot season.

There are several pink lotus flowers in the West Lake, and there are several lotus buds like "nozzles". There are small and round lotus seeds in the lotus buds. In summer, cicadas are calling: "cicadas, cicadas!" " The frog is also calling: "Quack! Quack! " One after another, it seems to be arguing: "I sing well" and "I sing better!" "I sing loudly!" "I sing louder! "After the heavy rain, the grass is thriving and the tall trees are lush.

In summer, people eat sweet watermelons and cold popsicles. Fans, air conditioners, electric fans, etc.

In the evening, people enjoy the cool under the big tree. Some people swim in the swimming pool, just like cute little fish swimming around in the water.

I like summer because I can eat cool popsicles and sweet watermelons. I like summer because I can go swimming in the swimming pool.

Ah, how hot summer is, but how happy it is! Chapter 5: The hot summer summer is colorful, interesting and hot. When doing exercises in the morning, we stood in the scorching sun, and even the tall and straight pine trees that are evergreen all the year round were sweated by the sun.

"It's hot, it's hot!" Cicada on the tree cried loudly, and several willows on the roadside were crooked by the sun. In the afternoon, Lang Lang's reading sounded at school. A breeze blew, and the grass stretched itself and straightened its back. Cicada fell asleep quietly under the touch of the breeze, and yellow leaves fell with the wind.

The sound of reading drifted away with the breeze. The bird heard the sound of reading and thought it was a lullaby. It listened and fell asleep. Look at some willows on the roadside again ... When school is over, the breeze blows across our faces, and the cheerful grass blows over the five-star red flag ... Who doesn't like colorful and charming summer? Chapter 6: Hot summer.