Prose describing summer

Summer, this exciting name, he quietly came to my side. With his unique taste and breath, with his energetic and passionate chest, it is released in the southeast and northwest of this earth in the summer dusk. Share some essays about summer with you. Welcome to read!

Chapter one: Romance in summer. I like warm summer.

I love Yuan Ye full of vitality and hope, and I love the tall and beautiful mountains. I love the melodious songs of birds in summer; I love the dense jungle scenery; I love the green seedlings on the black land, and I love the rushing river to smile all the way.

Like flying rain in summer, it cleans the world spotless, nourishes seedlings and moistens mountains. Like the fragrance of roses, like the delicate and charming of roses; I like the warmth and romance in summer.

Leaves are growing wildly, flowers are blooming, and green is spreading in seasonal rivers. Warm wind is affectionate, and kisses are picturesque; The drizzle is lingering, and the charming poems are out!

The mountain is the mother of water, the cloud is the lover of the wind, and the beautiful summer is the brocade left by the fairy, which makes the world colorful!

Listen, the bird's song is so euphemistic; You see, trees are thriving in summer, and branches and leaves are holding each other; I love every weak and tenacious life in the depths of the forest; I love that clear stream, flowing happily in the valleys and mountains.

Gorgeous sunset will soak the jungle; At the first dawn, the sun filled the ravine forest. Jade-like peaks stand tall and insert into the clouds; The morning mist, as white as colored silk, dances gently at the top of the cliff. Let the body and mind melt into this green leaf safely; Let go of distractions and let the true feelings accompany this silent mountain.

Summer dusk, the distant mountains contain Dai, and the sunset glow is gorgeous; The mist is soft and the smoke is curling.

Cicada's song is like a prelude to the movement, and beautiful notes are brushed by the valley stream; Frogs burst into gentle harmony, seagulls and herons sang softly like pearls scattered on a jade plate. Birds sing, the breathing in the abdomen, the knocking of woodpeckers, the mountains over the mountains ... the music is like flowing clouds, suddenly like moonlight ... endless tenderness and endless sighs.

Nature plays passionate melody at will, and summer music resounds through Shan Ye. Clear lake, sentimental blue sky, beautiful summer, magnificent rivers and mountains!

Listen to the "sounds of nature" and laugh at the brilliant sunset; Cicadas and birds make up a beautiful quatrain: even and even, like a song of life, written in Shan Ye, intoxicated in the heart.

Chapter two: The mood night in early summer is coming again. The night wind swept away the dark residual clouds and my long-standing worries. The night wind touched my soul silently and delicately. Complex is wrapped around the tip of your heart. You should comb it often, gently comb the turbulent veins of the years, quietly interpret your thoughts and carefully understand the road you have traveled.

Free thoughts dance with words and dance with the night. Expectation and waiting are the roots of happiness and pain. At the moment when my words were revealed, I had a desire for love, and I planted love between the lines. My palm frequently rings the bell of love, and the heart bridge built by words has connected the other shore. Acacia night, the soul is fragile, dreams and hopes have become urgent expectations in the wind, wandering in the anxious waiting days, the heart has gradually become tired.

Distance and time have produced a kind of inexplicable pain, whether it is the loneliness of the mind or the urgency of meeting each other, it makes the mind haggard. Emotions that words can't express are tacit information under the stars; The warmth that you can't have is the sadness that overflows in the early summer and evening; Unrealized expectations are the cause and effect of love cycle. The evolution of life, like nature, is a process of reincarnation. Today, I am happy to stand at the outpost of longing, my heart is boiling again in the blood of early summer, and I open my sleepy eyes in this lingering season of restless cells. When I wake up, my emotions can no longer flow along the original track like raindrops. I want to change everything, change the plot of the story and stretch my love mind.

The long wait dragged me into an endless cycle. From the moment "Zhixia in Spring" quietly put pen to paper, I hope to control my feelings, float to a world without loneliness and complexity, let my wandering heart stop on the warm grassland, cross the lonely time and space, and find a warm dream. Then quietly plant a seed of love in the dream. When the wind and rain in summer naturally merge together, the transparent heart instinctively ripples with an irresistible madness.

The original intention of love is to experience it with your heart. When you are lonely, you hold each other's thoughts and think about each other's greetings when you are lonely. The story of summer or today is a prelude, and the plot has been buried as early as spring. ...

Chapter 3: Summer tourists in western Europe seem to be very relaxed people, but they are actually very hard. Passengers may not go to work, but they must be subject to time constraints; Do what you like, but be sure to be limited by your wallet; I can go wherever I want, but I have to take some luggage. The worst nightmare for tourists is that they lost their money and documents together and became beggars of unknown origin. The most difficult thing for passengers is the climate.

I am such a passenger now. Traveling from the southern tip of Spain to the northern tip of England has experienced various climates and reached the realm of cold and hot. At the moment, I am sitting in a hotel converted from a medieval castle in Dahlhaus, writing for readers of The Book Across the Sea. Just before dawn, there were wild trees in central Scotland under wet gray clouds, and there were faint green hills outside the forest. Han Xiao attacked people. I sat in a stone wall a foot thick and wore a sweater. If you want to walk down the winding stairs, down the interior of the ancient castle, and stroll down the lonely path under the slope to find a secluded place, you have to put on a thick coat.

According to the definition of Taiwan Province Province, there is almost no summer in Western Europe. In summer in Taiwan Province Province, there are cicadas during the day and frogs at night, sweating like a pig. In Paris, London and other big cities in western Europe, walking in the sun in mid-July will only make you feel warm and comfortable, and will not sweat. Hotels and cars in western Europe are usually not equipped with air conditioning, because even if it is hot again, it will pass in a few days, which is not worth the trouble in summer vacation. I rented a car for a long trip to Spain, France and England, but all the cars had no air conditioning and could only be fanned.

The so-called summer in Paris is like the late night in Taipei. When the cold wind blows, a sweater is not enough to keep out the cold. If you go to the Seine, wind and water vapor will make you need a windbreaker. It's warmer in the afternoon, and a light coat is enough, but when you walk into the shadow or shade of a building, you feel that a light coat is too thin. This is the case on the ground, but it is different underground. The subway cars in Paris are better than those in new york, London and Madrid, but they are quite stuffy, making people unable to put on sweaters. So it is quite troublesome to wear and take off on the ground and underground. On the streets of Paris in July, pedestrians' clothes, from girls' vests and shorts to old women's thick coats, are available in all seasons. In Paris in July, it is sunny almost every day. Sometimes the sky in Wan Li is cloudless for several days, but the night after tomorrow is not dark, but it turns dark blue. There are no mountains near Paris, and there are few tall buildings in the city. Montmartre in the north of the city is just a low hill. The sun doesn't set on the horizon until 9: 30, which makes the days long and the nights short. It's an endless afternoon. However, a sunny day can also come as a bolt from the blue: on the morning of July 14, French National Day, President Mitterrand presided over a military parade on the Champs Elysé es, and suddenly it rained heavily, which embarrassed the President and the military band. The TV audience could see the rain, but the conductor's baton accidentally fell to the ground and bent down to pick it up.

Ma Pingchuan in the north and middle of France is endless, but the climate has changed. It takes an hour to go north to Rouen, Paris, so it feels colder. It takes two hours to walk southwest to the middle reaches of the Loire River. The climate is much warmer, and it is quite sultry in the afternoon, but it is cool at night, and the stars and the moon are extremely bright.

Further south into Spain, the climate becomes dry and warm. Madrid lies in the middle of the plateau. It's not sultry at noon in July, and even sweaters should be worn at night. I drove in southern Andalusia and the Sun Coast, and it was dry and hot all the way. Yellow grassland, dry stone piles and pancake-like soil are spread out under the cool blue sky, and the grass on the roadside often catches fire because of dryness, which is quite amazing. But it's dry and hot, and it won't make people sweat, which is different from the humid and sultry weather in Taiwan Province Province.

Britain, on the other hand, tends to the other extreme. It looks wet and the temperature is low. I lived in the riverside area of London for three days. It was cloudy with intermittent Mao Mao rain. Even if the sun shines at dawn, the sky will be cloudy after breakfast. I think the soul of the hero is a rain mushroom, which is a black umbrella when stretched out. You and I walked across the Waterloo Bridge, and the river wind in July made people tremble. Pulling up the lapels of sweaters really meant breaking the bridge. We drove north, passing Oxford with fantastic spires, Ludlow with fantastic towers, and Chester with ancient bridges. Rain clouds always cover the roof of the car, and raindrops never dry on the window, which makes us forget the feeling of traveling far away and prevents Lu You from crossing the sword gate. After entering the lake area of Cumbria, there are rivers and lakes everywhere, full of clouds and rain, and occasionally a thin blue corner appears on the horizon, and more gray clouds immediately cover it with rain. It's strange that Wordsworth's poetic soul is stingy and refuses to let me see the lakes and mountains in his poems. Looking out from the window of the Hawkshead store where I spent the night, there are trees with rain and mountains with clouds along the lake. I really want to tell the poets in the cemetery of Grasme that there was a cloud dream of osawa in ancient China, and there was also a poet who was very angry with the water.

Chapter 4: Summer is innocent and beautiful. This exciting name has quietly come to me. With his unique taste and breath, with his energetic and passionate chest, it is released in the southeast and northwest of this earth.

Only by careful experience can we truly know the beauty of campus and the beauty of campus in summer.

The rainy weather these days has covered the whole campus with a thick fog, and this unique scenery can only be seen in Da Lian Campus at the foot of Daheishan. Fog, layered, thick and light, looming, strewn at random. This unique beauty, only those of us who are about to leave campus will cherish it. I leaned against the window, greedily admiring the beauty of this summer rain and fog, for fear of missing every detail, every little fog bead, and every heart that filled my heart.

If the sky doesn't clear up, our clothes may get moldy. Fortunately, the sky is beautiful and a beautiful gift-it gives us a sunny day.

Summer is really beautiful. With fanatical wind and swaying leaves, it permeates every corner of the air, making every inch of our skin suck its beauty.

There was a loud noise and the wind blew over the windowsill. Sitting in the study room of the library, enjoying this rare comfort, such a wonderful study time is perfect. We are preparing for next year's postgraduate entrance examination, and we are working hard to prepare. The sun saw all this and smiled quietly.

There is always a lot of emotion in a good time, especially for an emotional person like me. If you don't write about good times, it's always difficult to calm down.

The painter painted with a brush to paint the best picture of life on rice paper; Singers integrate a beautiful life into their own voice and sing an interpretation of life; The photographer set the camera and fixed the beautiful moment.

But I am just an ordinary engineering student, and I just have a heart that loves literature. Although there are no wonderful words flowing from my pen, I still want to put all my feelings on my pen and write down my singing about life, my love for life and my praise for the good times.

Summer is like a divine comedy, singing in distant places; Summer, like a beautiful picture, filled the sky; Summer, like a clear spring, moistens our dry hearts.