Chapter 1: A composition about the hot summer. On a hot summer day, the fiery red sun scorches the earth like a steamer.

So hot!

The temperature is constantly rising and it’s really unbearable!

In the distance, many children were swimming in a small pond.

Look!

They were all shirtless and swarthy, and some of them were still shouting! How cool!

?Wow!

Wow!

?Some children were diving, making nice sounds like "dong, clatter" to form a summer march.

Look!

They had so much fun!

They were having a water fight in twos and threes.

Splashing water around, hey!

One smart kid even held his breath and dived into the water to prevent himself from being attacked. Instead, he attacked others underwater as freely as if he were a submarine.

But there was a fierce battle on the water, and there were also cries and cries.

Some are competing in swimming to see whose technique is better, while others are enjoying the coolness in the water. You can imagine how hot it is here!

There was an old man on the shore, wearing a sleeveless white coat and sweating profusely, sitting under a big tree to enjoy the cool air.

He had a fan in his hand and some herbal tea beside the chair. The grandpa often drank tea to relieve the heat. It seemed quite comfortable!

The old man kept staring at the pond, as if thinking: Look, we were so happy when we were children!

Why!

Now that I am old, the fan keeps blowing, but the sweat still flows down involuntarily.

The cicadas on the tree kept screaming in the heat, and the leaves were rolled up by the sun, like a shy girl.

There was a listless dog lying under the tree, tongue hanging out, just lying there silently.

My eyes are staring ahead blankly, as if I am listening to the music played by cicadas? Chapter 2: Composition about the hot summer. There are many positive and negative proportions in this hot summer.

Such as building construction workers and rich people who stay in air-conditioned rooms all day and still feel hot.

Teachers often use building repair workers to inspire us on how to write better essays.

But I am not here to inspire students on how to write essays.

Rather, I want you to praise the building builders and criticize the dissatisfied, the rich who were born in blessings but do not know how to be blessed.

Let’s first praise the building repair workers.

The building repair workers have been working hard under the torture of the scorching sun most of the time in this scorching summer.

This year's temperature is several degrees higher than usual. Look at the people who can't stand the "torture" of the scorching sun and die from the heat. Most of them are building repair workers.

I asked them whether they had received free water or summer subsidy funds.

I feel sorry for the workers on the front lines who are still building buildings.

Hey~~~~~~~~.

After praising the diligent and hard-working building repair workers, I will now criticize the insatiable and rich people who are born in blessings and do not know how to be blessed.

One day, I heard an old woman say to another old woman: Nowadays, those rich people feel hot when they stay in air-conditioned rooms. When I heard this sentence, I couldn’t help but sigh: Hey, I really don’t know how lucky I am when I am in the midst of blessings.

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I hope these dissatisfied rich people who are born in blessings and don’t know how to be blessed will think about those building repair workers who endure the torture of the scorching sun. Don’t you feel ashamed?

If you stay in an air-conditioned room and still feel hot, then go to Antarctica.

(You can’t go to the North Pole because there are polar bears.) How do you feel when you compare building construction workers with dissatisfied rich people who are born in blessings but don’t know how to be blessed?

Chapter 3: A composition about the hot summer. In mid-July, on this hot summer day, I was complaining about the weather, and the cicada was also complaining about the weather.

It’s so hot today!

The sun hung motionless above Laogao Laogao's head, like a big fireball, scorching the earth like a big steamer, making people breathless.

The small flowers and grass on the hot ground drooped their heads and looked listless. The big trees curled their leaves, and they lowered their heads like shy little girls.

The mirror-like lake reflects silver light.

The fragments on the mirror were scattered on the water surface with the fierce sun. Throwing a stone quickly, the golden water surface was broken into pieces, but the flowers and grasses remained the same.

There is not a breath of wind in the sky, and there is not a single colorful cloud. Miss Feng did not come to the world with Father Sun, and seemed to be playing a naughty hide-and-seek game with us.

The girl from the willow tree who usually likes to dress up the most does not put perfume on her face or wear a hairband. Her slender braids can no longer flutter in the breeze and can only hang motionless. The cicadas on the tree are noisy at their throats.

They kept watching, taking the opportunity to hold a unique summer cicada chorus competition on the branches. Look, the cicadas in the red team were singing one after another, adding a layer of irritability to the sultry weather.

"Woof woof woof", the puppy in the distance stretched out its long tongue, panted heavily, and hid under the shade of the tree to enjoy the coolness comfortably.

The old people were fanning their cattail fans and complaining: "Hey, what can we do in this damn weather?"

I have lived with this old bone for so many years and have never encountered such weather. Look, look!

?The goldfish kept jumping up in the pond, trying to cool off the heat.

This kind of weather forces those children who like to go out to play to stay at home and turn on the air conditioner and fans.