Senior one's composition describing summer is 500 words.

In daily life or work and study, many people sometimes write compositions, which can be divided into narrative, explanatory, practical and argumentative according to different genres. How to write a composition to avoid stepping on thunder? The following is my collection of six 500-word compositions describing summer in Grade One for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

The composition describing summer in grade one is 1. In summer, the vegetation is lush and the sound is richer than in spring.

I don't know when cuckoo should sing, but I can hear it here. Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo I often look out the window, hoping to see its face. All right. If I see it, maybe I will be seen by it. It may not sound natural.

At the end of spring, I listened to the cricket chorus, and the chorus began as soon as it was dark. Now there is no distinction between day and night, but the difference is that the day is more like a solo and the sound is not so loud. I was outdoors in July, at home in August and September, and crickets came under my bed in October. It can be seen that the relationship between the predecessors of N years and cricket is very close. What a terrible thing it would be if there were no crickets this season! The only trouble is that it brings me a lot of noise when recording songs and makes me work harder in post-production.

Because the trees around the balcony are tall and dense, I can't easily see seven or eight stars, but let me listen to the frogs. There is a small pond less than 50 meters in front of my window, which will be full of small red and yellow lotus flowers near the water in summer. Gung! Gung! After nightfall, there was a slow frog sound in the pond. Once I went to the pond to look for it, but there was no result. The other person didn't see it, only Wen.

The sound of leaves falling. Generally speaking, this sound should be autumn, and now it is wow. Those dead leaves fell from a height, but because of the leafy appearance of trees, they could not fall to the ground. They fall on other vibrant green leaves. With a slight loud noise, the new leaf collided with the old leaf, and the new leaf sandwiched the old leaf between itself. If they can survive the storm in the future, they will fall together in autumn.

While I was writing this article, some unknown birds came out of the window, jumping and calling on the big tree outside my balcony. I saw them. They are so cute.

Life in the countryside makes people yearn for it, the scenery in the countryside makes people admire it, and the countryside in summer has a special charm. One day in summer, my family went to grandma's house in the country.

Behind grandma's house is a big orchard. At this time, the loquat trees in the orchard have been covered with a bunch of small loquats. Loquat is bright yellow, but it is very attractive. Pick one and put it in your mouth, chew it, and suck it. Suddenly, a sour and sweet juice was all over my mouth. Peach, pear and apricot trees ... are no exception, bearing small fruits one after another. Only pomegranate has just blossomed, and this blooming pomegranate is as red as fire and as red as sunset. Crowds of bees are flying around pomegranate flowers, and they are very busy!

Grandma's house is surrounded by endless wheat fields. At this time, the wheat field has changed into a new golden dress, and every straw is full of ears. The evenly brushed wheat awn is like a line on the music score, and every ear is a beating note. A gust of wind blew, and golden wheat bent down and nodded together, as if welcoming us. The performance of the wind set off waves of wheat and made a pleasant sound. This is a gift from heaven, and the sound of nature is memorable. Looking at the mature and full ears of wheat, the farmer uncle smiled. At this time, the birds in the sky are also singing, as if blessing the farmer's uncle.

In front of grandma's house is a stream. This is the most beautiful time of the stream. The stream is always so green, as if it had been dyed by the surrounding green trees and grass. The stream is so clear that you can see the sand and grass at the bottom of the river, and you can also see fish and shrimp swimming freely in the water. So happy! Snow-white ducks swim in the stream, sometimes drawing round waves on the water surface, and sometimes diving underwater to hunt. At this time, the children also secretly jumped into the stream to catch fish and shrimp. There are many weeping willows planted by the stream, and the soft branches hang down, as if a group of beautiful girls with long hair are going to wash their hair in the stream.

Summer country, mild spring, hot summer, I love summer country!

The hot summer is coming, and the sun is like a freshly baked sweet potato, burning the earth red and hot, even letting go of all kinds of small creatures: people sweat like rain, dogs spit out their tongues all day to dissipate heat, making a haha sound, and flowers are all browned. Everyone is wearing short-sleeved shorts and holding fans in their hands.

The trees changed from bare to thick. In the eyeful of green, adults sit under its armpits and play chess and chat, while children bounce around it. Cicada in the tree is also busy singing contest. The whole park is full of sweet insects. "gee! Hey! " "Ah! At first, it was the sound of this tree. After a while, the insects on that tree were chirping, forming the sound of nature in the summer afternoon.

When you come to the seaside and look around, the waves are like the magnificent spectacle when Xianglong appears. Some people are playing volleyball on the beach, some are building sand castles and some are sunbathing. The whole coast presents a harmonious scene. When you are tired of playing, you can soak in the cold and cool sea water. Feel comfortable. This is really a great enjoyment of life!

Speaking of summer nights, people will definitely think of the starry night sky and the white Milky Way ... what a beautiful artistic conception. When the night comes, you may wish to look up and savor the feeling of bathing under the stars, and you can also find a different style of summer!

In hot summer, besides enjoying the cool, playing with water and watching the stars, it is also a good choice to do what you want while blowing air conditioning indoors. Summer is a hot and terrible season, with frightening typhoons and thunderous thunderstorms, but it also has a good side after all. It makes everything in the world full of vitality, makes trees grow more luxuriantly, and the day is longer than the night. In a word, summer is a sunny and changeable season.

The composition describing summer in the first day of junior high school has a magical voice. It can sometimes make people feel happy from anger. The voice is also beautiful. He is sometimes gentle and sometimes violent. Guess, what's this noise? Yes, this is the sound of summer!

At noon in summer, the earth is like a big steamer, and people have become "human steamed buns". The sky is blue and there are no clouds in Wan Li. The young tree drooped its head listlessly, and the cicada shouted, "It's so hot! How hot it is! -help! " Suddenly, a large dark cloud came from a distance, like a huge gray cotton bed. The breeze is blowing gently, and the grass is shaking slightly, making a rustling sound, as if to say, "It's so cool, why is it so dark?" Then a strong wind came. As soon as he roared, he rolled up the scraps of paper on the ground like a flying butterfly. The sand lying on the ground suddenly became proud. It rolled in the air with the wind. The wicker by the river was blown back and forth like a whip at low altitude. A few small trees on the side of the road bent for a while, and then stood up, as if fighting against the strong wind repeatedly. Suddenly, a dazzling lightning flashed across the air, giving everything a layer of silver light. Then there was a thunder of "bang", and the sudden rainstorm was like Tianhe missing its mouth. The rain is getting heavier and the thunder is getting louder and louder, and the whole earth seems to be shaking. I looked out through the glass window, and I could see nothing in the distance, only misty water mist in the space. Rain hit the opposite roof, splashing one after another, and the roof was covered with smoke. A big stream of water rushed down from the eaves and the yard was filled with water at once. Big trees and small trees danced and shouted wildly in the storm, as if cheering the coming of the storm.

An hour later, the rain stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, the sun smiled and the earth was bright. The mountains in the distance washed away the dust and became more lush, and the air after the rain was particularly fresh. A beautiful rainbow appeared in the blue sky. Houses and roads are cleaned and trees look green. There were many people in the street at once, and sparrows flew from branch to branch, chirping and singing.

This is my favorite sound.

I took a photo full of energy. The scenery is like a newborn chicken breaking out of its shell, showing all its vitality and starting a new journey.

What I see in my eyes is that full labor is always noisy, just like people's love for life. Construction workers sweat profusely under the scorching sun and contribute to urban construction. Sanitation workers sweated on the road, and the hot sun shone on their weather-beaten faces, and their cheeks were red. They are responsible for cleaning up the rubbish in every corner of the city. On the farmland in the country, the farmer's uncle worked on the ridge, and his clothes on his chest were soaked with sweat. He picked up some black towels and wiped them on his shoulders. Pick up the kettle by the field and point it at your mouth. After drinking water, the corners of the mouth began to get busy again. Wage earners who hand out leaflets outside shopping malls can only use leaflets and keep inciting them. In this summer, I need to go back and forth and enjoy a busy and fulfilling new experience. We are all at the end of Xiang Qiu, making the final sprint. When I listen with shells, in summer, the scenery of the sea shows infinite vitality in blue. Maybe there are many shots in summer, just like the surging waves in the sky. People spray cool seawater on their bodies and send it to cool them down. This painting has amazing colors. The sand on the beach is golden yellow, and the lens in summer is sparkling waves. From near to far, the sound of summer rainstorm is gradually grand, and a grand movement is assembled from the sound of rain. I saw the flickering light through the cloud curtain. With the sound of the rain, the drop by drop is getting bigger and bigger, and the scenery becomes hazy. The noise of summer was suddenly refreshed, and everything was dripping. In the bright sunshine, it seems that there are many fairy nectars hidden in the thick veins.

Looking up at the starry sky in the evening breeze, under this landscape, I remembered a childhood nursery rhyme "Insects fly", "The dark sky hangs low and bright stars follow."

Is it hot, noisy or busy this summer? Summer should be fully prepared for autumn harvest, and sowing in spring should pay hard sweat at this time. Only in this way will there be a bumper harvest in autumn. In this busy time, I saw people busy and trying to shoot. In such a summer, I will pay my share to enrich this summer.

When the warm wind blows, everything in the world is awakened. Spring is probably the most beautiful and full of vitality. Beautiful red flowers and green grass are rushing on the stage, while cicadas buried deep underground are experiencing the most painful time in their lives.

Late spring has come, and many flowers have begun to wither. Cicada's spring hasn't come yet. It languishes underground, and it looks forward to its own spring. This spring is really too far away for it. It has been in darkness, humidity and loneliness for too long, but it believes that there will be its own season. Then it will sing loudly. For the arrival of this day, it would rather endure everything.

The fragrant soil and the crisp birdsong make cicadas wake up slowly. Decided that this kind of life is very difficult, but for their own dreams, we must persist. In the boundless darkness, it waits quietly, waiting for the arrival of summer and dawn.

Dreams give cicada strength, and dreams make it learn to persist. In the long and painful waiting, cicada always believed that one day she would sing aloud. Slowly it moved, so it hit the shell that bound itself. It imagines how beautiful the outside world is, which makes it more energetic. Finally, a crack appeared on his back, which made him see hope and he had to make every effort towards his dream. Happiness is destined to be painful before it comes. It rested for a while and jolted hard, and finally its shell broke a hole.

The hole is very small, it shrinks desperately, pushes up along the hole, and finally gets out and leaves the place that makes it sad. It tried to sing, but its voice was so weak at first, but after drinking dew to get up the courage, the cicada finally sang aloud and sang the voice of summer.

There will always be happiness in pain. As long as you pay, you will get something. But what about people? Shouldn't we learn the spirit of cicada? Shouldn't we learn from its persistence and perseverance? In the journey of life, if there are no ups and downs, how can there be a gorgeous rainbow?

Whenever I hear cicadas chirping in summer, I feel that I hear them sound the horn of progress. The voice of this wonderful summer is the voice of the brave.