The composition of the second day of junior high school 1 May came to us with surging vitality, and the scene of spring in the past gradually disappeared without a trace, followed by incomparable heat and infinite passion. Summer is coming.
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Summer seems so hot and miserable in people's eyes, but the real summer is not as bad as they think. In fact, summer is a beautiful, sweaty and passionate season, and it is also a fascinating season.
Beautiful summer
Summer is beautiful, a beautiful season brewed by blooming spring. In summer, almost all the flowers and trees grow to be extremely lush. Maybe you can't feel it in the city, so go out for a walk, and you won't be disappointed. The scenery in summer is very different from that in spring, with less delicate green and more mature green. All the plants are growing vigorously, and they are growing desperately, gathering into a beautiful scenic line: grass is everywhere, and the earth is decorated with green; Flowers are in full bloom and the fragrance is intoxicating to tourists; The banyan tree grows into a forest and embraces the blue sky with its tentacles. Caressing the grass, listening to the flowers and embracing the trees are undoubtedly the greatest enjoyment of life.
A sweaty summer
As Liang Heng wrote in the article "The Feeling of Summer", summer is a harvest season, and the whole summer is full of tense, warm and hurried melodies. In the countryside full of rice and wheat, farmers have begun to work, and they are stepping up harvesting rice and wheat, expecting a bumper harvest and bringing happiness to their families. Every time after mid-July, farmers can clearly see the scene of harvesting in the fields. In the hot summer, they don't know how many drops of sweat they have shed and how much hardship they have paid, and they are immersed in bitter sweat every day. But we have to say that they are happy. Every time after long summer, it is the joy of harvest. This is undoubtedly something to be thankful for.
Passionate summer
Summer is more of infinite passion, it is full of passion. Summer is the golden age for all things to grow, so are all kinds of plants.
It is more lush. And our post-90 s teenagers should release our passionate and upward strength and passion, which has a strong motivation. We are the hope of the future. We should play a beautiful chapter with the passion in our hearts and run the power of life with the surging passion. In this beautiful season of summer, I hope everyone in No.7 Middle School can show their vitality and exert their strength. I also wish the seniors in senior three the news of successfully completing the senior high school entrance examination in summer, which is undoubtedly the best gift.
This is the summer in my eyes, the most perfect one of the four seasons. In this beautiful summer, let's go all out and run to the end of our dreams! Work hard!
I finally met my alma mater after a long separation. The joy of three people is hard to express, as if the embarrassment just now has blowing in the wind. Looking at the familiar grass and trees, Xinyu couldn't help saying, come on, let's go in and have a look. We miss our old classroom very much.
Wenjing couldn't help saying, OK, let's go. Catalpa morning looked at two people and nodded his head. The three men looked at the locked door and frowned. How can this get in?
I walked around the campus and couldn't find a place to go in. A little impatient when it's quiet. What happened? I can't find my way. How can we get in? .
Heart language eyes flashing clean, eyes began to purr. At this moment, when he saw the smirk on his face, his anger in his quiet heart finally broke out, pointing to Xinyu's nose and criticizing: Xinyu, look at you, what are you laughing at? If you dare, let us enter the school!
Xinyu looked at the angry silence and said with a smile, forget it, we won't go. I'll take you to a good place and make sure you like it.
Well, that's it. '
The air is hot, and the surrounding space seems to be torn by the damn sun.
"Whoops, it's so hot, Xinyu, shall we go and buy water?" Quiet theory.
Looking at the quiet and sweaty appearance, Xinyu's eyes felt a little distressed: OK, I'll buy it and wait for me here. "
"Hurry up!"
"Come, catalpa morning, let's go together." Xinyu pulled catalpa morning, who was still in a daze, and ran to the distance.
After a while, they walked into the store, bought three bottles of water and were about to turn around and leave. Xinyu suddenly saw an Ali doll on the shelf. Ah, quiet likes Ali best. I'll buy her one. Xinyu thought cheerfully.
"I like being quiet for so long, but she always treats me as a friend. But I want her to know that I like her. Why didn't you tell her when I sent her away? " Make up your mind, Xinyu turned and quickly caught up with the catalpa morning that had gone far.
"Come on, Xinyu, Chen Zi, let's go home. It's too hot. I want to go home and sleep. " Quiet can't help but say.
"Well, be quiet, let's go home. Chen Zi said
So the three of them dispersed, but one thing was happening quietly.
The next day, just getting up, Wenjing received a phone call from Xinyu.
"Quiet, will you come out later? I have something to tell you. "
"Xinyu, what's the matter, the phone said no?
"No, you come out, I'll wait for you at the old place at three o'clock in the afternoon. Toot-toot. Before she could whisper, Xinyu hung up.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, I quietly walked to the small lake, which has always been a secret paradise for the three of them. Since childhood, it has never been destroyed, just as their friendship has not disappeared.
If Chongqing is a big stove, then I am the roast chicken in the stove. You can imagine how hot it is in summer in Chongqing.
In the morning, the sky was just as white as a fish's belly, and a hot air came straight. With the arrival of heat flow, the burning sun rises slowly. It radiates all the heat to the earth, and the temperature on the earth rises sharply, just like a big steamer. An unimaginable smell! Skin burns like fire. Surrounded by hot air, like a towel, like a cotton-padded jacket, wrapped. In a short time, the sun was already high in the sky, still shining with eyes closed. You can imagine how hot it is in summer in Chongqing!
People can't stand the sun. No one in the street is eating sorbet without a fan; There is no one who is not sweating, his clothes are soaked, he is sweating like rain, and his hair seems to have just been washed. Even the homeless are so hot that they go for a walk in front of the bank. In the swimming pool, it is really crowded. It's like going to jiaozi. Crowded with people. Some brave people jumped into the river to have a water fight in order to cool off. At home, the air conditioner and fan are turned on very loudly and whirring. You can imagine how hot it is in summer in Chongqing!
People can't stand the heat, and neither can animals. The cicada kept shouting "cicada, cicada-"in the tree, singing day and night; The dog stuck out his tongue and kept panting, trying to dissipate all the heat in his body with his tongue; The kitten "meow, meow-"cried loudly, and there was nowhere to hide, so it had to hide in the shade; Flocks of ducks also plopped into the pool. You can imagine how hot it is in summer in Chongqing! (Original submission)
The big tree next to the kitten has also lost its amazing vitality. Its leaves are all rolled up, some are dry and lying one by one. Although the grass under the tree is lucky, the hot air makes it drooping and listless. The flowers are bent and faded, and the petals are withered and gaunt. Watermelon is in high spirits, because it will contribute delicious and refreshing pulp to people! You can imagine how hot it is in summer in Chongqing!
Summer in Chongqing is really a hot word!
It's midsummer and it's raining outside the window. I leaned on the bed alone with an empty cup, quietly listening to the rain hitting the phoenix tree, feeling very refreshing. Music is melting the sultry world outside bit by bit.
The wind whistling in the drizzle, the patter of night rain is like Chopin's nocturne, and the torrential rain is like Bunster's rhapsody. Strong winds rolled up dark clouds and covered the sky and stars. Against the background of dark clouds, the purple sky is very wide, leaving only a waning moon with a faint light. It reminds me of a complete moon full of stars.
The end of the senior high school entrance examination marks the end of junior high school students' junior high school career, and it is also the reincarnation of a freshman and an old student. What is the mood of junior high school seniors? Maybe it is similar to our mood when we graduated from primary school two years ago, but we are more mature than before. That sadness, sadness and souvenir must be the same.
On that day, time ruthlessly separated our six-year collective, forcing us to advance our junior high school experience by three years, and then took us away three years later. I have thought about it more than once, what makes us separate again and again, what makes us cut off the fetters again and again and intercept the memories again and again? Until now, it is almost the second day of junior high school, and I gradually understand that those may be the cornerstones of our maturity.
Next time, we will walk into the classroom of grade three and start sprinting for the senior high school entrance examination; Next time, we will calm down and think about every minute of junior high school; Next time, we will take the admission ticket and walk into a strange classroom to answer the questions that determine our fate.
How time flies. This sentence has been on my lips since I was a freshman in high school. Now I understand its true meaning and teaching, but the passage of time is beyond our control. Miss once, only sigh helplessly.
Like water for six years, do it and cherish it.
In the midsummer of that year, we parted ways, and maybe we will never see each other again.
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The willow branches fluttering in the wind and the crisp sound of birds shed a little shade around me, and the car was dripping with water in the sunny and warm air. It's midsummer again, and the cool breeze hovering in the air brings me a little coolness and memories of that year.
That year, I graduated from primary school, but I was full of sadness. Because I'm leaving my best friend. I remember that day, I asked him which middle school he was going to. He hesitated, but said something I didn't want to hear. I was disappointed and persuaded him for a long time. His final answer was: "No way. My mother told me to go to * * Middle School! " As a result, I was disheartened, stopped persuading and became dissatisfied with the world.
In the class, the results are not generally poor, and they can be called scum. But we have known each other since childhood and often play together. We're like brothers. In spring, we catch butterflies in the fields; In summer, catching dragonflies in the pond; In autumn, sneak into someone else's orchard; In winter, we skate on the lake together. We often play pranks together, hitting people's windows with stones and throwing clothes on the clothes rail on the ground. In short, we are each other's shadows. Without him, my childhood would lose a lot of color. Perhaps, he knew that we would eventually go our separate ways, and it was useless to hide it, so he was honest with each other. After all, he knows I like honest people.
I still remember that on the afternoon of graduation ceremony, the students who were about to leave this school completely almost cried. Because I can't bear to be separated from my classmates who have been together for six years, I can't bear to leave the school where I studied for six years. I'm sorry that we're leaving. Parting means almost never seeing each other again, which means never chasing and playing on the playground again; I can no longer lie on the grass and drink two dollars of iced watermelon juice in summer, and look up at the sky together, sighing how time flies and how difficult the homework is; Never ... Why did you leave?
On the way home, we walked side by side. It was quiet all the way, as if we were the only ones left in the world. Embarrassment lingers between us, and no one wants to say goodbye. In the twilight, in the distance is a long street with dim lights, and the cool breeze and bright moon are mixed with the bleak atmosphere, which is particularly empty. When I looked up, I found that we had reached a fork in the road. I turned to look at him again, only to find that his back was turned to me. After a long stalemate, he suddenly whispered "goodbye" and then ran to that road without looking back ... I stood at the intersection for a long time, watching his back change from big to small, and then to nothingness. When I could no longer see it, I walked in the direction of home. Goodbye, goodbye, maybe never!
At this moment, I recovered from my memory and sighed. Perhaps, life is like a line, some lines will be parallel to you and never intersect; But some lines, after crossing, immediately separate and never look back. Maybe that's what we are. Watching my childhood playmates get farther and farther away from me, there is nothing I can do. However, in the future, he and I will make more new friends, and after we keep losing them, we will continue to get to know each other again ... that's life. In the face of countless departures, you can only make your heart stronger. We cannot change our destiny, but we can change ourselves.
Under the blue sky and the long shade, I chanted, "Outside the pavilion, by the ancient road. The grass is beautiful ... "Goodbye, my friend! Even if you have nothing to do with me in the future, I want to wish you good morning, good afternoon and good night!
From summer to summer, especially summer vacation, it seems that it is time for all kinds of first frost days to compete for freedom. The children are liberated, and there are traces of happy children everywhere, bustling playgrounds and crowded scenic spots. Everyone has a blue dream of the sea, hoping to bathe in the sunshine on the soft beach and enjoy the beautiful scenery in the distance. At present, this is the most popular way to relax in summer vacation.
At this time, what comes to my mind is the leisurely courtyard where cicadas are singing on a moonlit night. The small courtyard of ten houses outlines my colorful childhood. Maybe not luxurious, but warm enough, maybe not gorgeous, but unforgettable enough. Everything in childhood is so fresh and precious.
The most unforgettable thing is that summer night, with stars and laughter. Especially in dog days, it is more lively at night than during the day. In the evening, every household takes a small square table and eats at the gate. Chatting with the neighbors across the street while eating. Adults talk about their topics, and children even finish their meals quickly and run into the street in twos and threes. Chasing and playing in the bright moonlight, I don't know what to do, and I am even more tireless. It's late at night, and it's still sultry. Many people take out summer sleeping mats from home and enjoy the cool in the street. We greedy children also clamor to sleep in the street so that several children of the same age can get together and chat. The scene of taking the sky as the cover and the earth as the home is really spectacular. From east to west, people spread mats and slept or chatted on both sides of the road. People's hearts were close at that time.
Gradually, we all grew up, went to school, and no one went out to eat and enjoy the cool, but the room was like a steamer, and we couldn't get in late at night. So we moved our cot into the yard, lay on it and looked up at the starry sky, looking for the brightest star in the night sky. The night sky in the country is deep and silent, which is really comfortable! Sometimes children count the stars, sometimes they stare at the moon and draw inferences. I always feel that my yard is the most beautiful scenery. The Toona sinensis tree in the yard is my eternal memory. Every summer night, I lie in that small bed, always looking forward to the leaves swaying in the wind, so as to send a little coolness, always thinking about how many leaves I can count one day.
Slowly, every household installed air conditioning, and a good life began. People no longer have to endure the suffering of sauna days. They turn on the air conditioner early and eat while watching TV. No one appreciates the ups and downs of the moon, and all that remains is the joys and sorrows in TV dramas. But the cicada is still stubbornly calling outside the window, and it seems that only it will not forget your initial heart.
Later, we moved to an apartment, and we couldn't enjoy the hustle and bustle of summer nights as before. Then we had everything, but we didn't have this simple luxury. Only memories and the youth of the past summer are left behind.
Yes, the times are progressing and the environment is changing. We are all striving for tomorrow, but we inadvertently pass by many beautiful things, lamenting that streamer is easy to throw people away, turn cherries red and bananas green. ...
Whenever I return to my hometown in the countryside, my body and mind are full of joy. Even at this moment, this hot summer afternoon, I am intoxicated.
Clusters of weeds grow wildly, almost drowning the land under their feet. Walking on the road, the light and shadow are mottled, and the shade is everywhere. A group of ants, carrying half a delicious French fries, rushed home happily; A strong konjac, spreading its branches and leaves vigorously, wants to embrace the sunshine; Two butterflies flew over the wall, dodged and disappeared. Busy going on a tryst? Birds hiding among the green branches and leaves are still chirping. Ears are full of "squeaky" cicadas, which occasionally rise and fall, but don't stop, leaving you nowhere to hide; Suddenly there was a "giggle, giggle, giggle, giggle, giggle, giggle, giggle". Whose hen laid eggs again?
It was the loofah that climbed the shelf aimlessly, but it opened the yellow flowers on the trunk; Scattered on the branches, henna is bright and beautiful; In the scorching sun, the broad leaves droop and frown like dry lotus roots; The branches are full of flowers, as if Wei Zihua were on fire; Covered with walls, dense and solid, embroidered into a green carpet is Parthenocissus tricuspidata.
Hanging quietly from the tree is a small caterpillar parked in the air; Looking at the stake, it seems that the red horse is standing and sleeping; I don't know where I wandered in, but a little black dog sniffed under the stone table and bench in front of the door; Jumping for food in the shade of the tree, the light and shadow flashing is a sparrow; Laughing happily, limping along, the little daughter wandered around her parents. There is a rash bee, eyeing the flower heart, yellow and black. At first glance, she looks like a beauty when she is quiet.
The privet tree planted by my father in front of the door has long been dry and lush and graceful. Behind the house is the mangosteen transplanted by my mother, which is sparse and leafy and vigorous. There are several pots of Liriodendron, Chinese rose, Eupatorium odoratum and a osmanthus tree in the yard. They have already integrated into this family and are also the wealth of this family.
In the summer afternoon, in the countryside, there are blue sky, green land, cool breeze, sleepy people and a comfortable and quiet heart.
I know that there can't be an eternal summer, because I know that the final outcome is bound to disappear.
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Walking at a busy intersection, left or right?
"Girl, are you confused left or right again? Flip a coin Positive words, you listen to me. On the other hand, I will listen to you. "
I took the coin, threw it into the air and watched it cross a beautiful arc in the air and fall. Beauty is instantaneous, like a lifetime ago.
"Ha ha, opposite. You listen to me. " I stared at him and smiled.
The next second, he subconsciously said, "Am I wrong?"
Because he knows that if I just smile, the consequences should not be good.
"Well, I don't want to go home, you play with me. Hee hee, I am very talented. I know what will happen today, so I didn't ride a bike. That means. "
He screamed before I finished. If he screams, I can't compete with him, even if I am a girl and he is a boy. I am still candidly admit defeat. I'm still good at cycling, because I don't cycle every time. That means I want to ride his bike. I don't let him take me every time because he is so good at riding "S". I asked him why he didn't ride the "W" shape, and he said he wanted to try, too, and asked me if I wanted to try. So, from then on, I never dared to let him take me. So, as the name implies, I took him away. Hey hey. I ride an "S" type, which makes me even worse.
Whenever this happens, his face feels as if someone owes him a lot of money. Ha ha.
"I'm going to the typhoon shelter to drink milk tea and eat porridge. Let's go. "
Along the way, I rode to the ground and came there. When I got there, his face finally returned to normal. Said a word: "I was cut off by you." "Well, you are heartless. I took my last breath to bring you here. You are so ... I, I, I, I ... "
After that, my expression is rich, because I am an acting school and a strength school.
"I invite you to eat these things. Can't I get my schoolbag for free in the future? "
"0k, 0k. Don't go back on our word ..."
I patted him on the shoulder and said, "Enough spirit".
I'm in the third grade, and I don't know if I can be so carefree and carefree. He and I are buddies and friends. He said he never treated me like a girl, so I was going to hit him. He would beg for mercy and say, "Hero, I won't dare again." It's really good. Time flies. I think this summer should be the last happy summer we spent. The sand of time should not erase our eyes. Maybe it hurt me once, but I know we must remember each other.
Let the weak know how to be disabled. In the face of life parting, people who are reluctant to love are often doomed to no points. Who really takes who seriously, who is distressed.
Who is the only one, heartache is insignificant,
Come and go, you meet me, it's better to smile at each other when you know each other.
Summer, a beautiful season, a season full of magic and vitality.
In the morning, the air is fresh, and adults and children face the sunrise and go to work and school. The breeze is mixed with the crisp songs of birds and the horns of cars, and a new day begins.
At noon, the sun shines in the sky, the air seems to be heated and everything around it is burning. The asphalt road is oily by the sun, and the dog is too hot for earthworms to leave the ground. Cicada prone on the tree, weakly "cicada, cicada ……" barked incessantly. After work, people taste watermelon and drink mung bean soup, which is simply a kind of enjoyment.
In the evening, the sun gradually receded and fell below the horizon. The weather is not so sultry. The sky in the west is dyed red by the sun. This is the sunset glow. At this time, people are in small groups, some are walking and some are dancing. Children like to swim in the water to get rid of the fatigue of the day.
At night, the stars in the sky wink at me, naughty and lovely. Sister Moon sang the blues softly and accompanied me to sleep.
Summer is beautiful, people are light and charming, and they are in close contact with nature; Summer is sweet. At this time, the fields are full of fruits, which is a generous gift from the sun. Summer is hot, full of sunshine and vitality everywhere, just like our country is thriving, thriving!
10 Look at the floating sky, the flowering branches and the eaves where birds live, and you will know that ancient poetry is the key to open the closed door in the depths of the soul.
That poem is about beautiful mountains and rivers, parting feelings, love affairs ... but what touches the innocent soul most is the spring, summer, autumn and winter in that ancient poem, which is the sustenance of my soul and a portrayal of life.
"I don't know who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors." In the lonely winter, the first thing that opens people's hearts is the willow trees blown by the spring breeze and the willow silk blown by the lake. This is telling us that spring is coming! "The sky is crisp and the grass looks close, but it is not." In the early spring, several spring rains met people's needs, and it rained heavily, which dyed the world green. "Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and their Chun Yan pecks at the soil in spring." Even the swallows returning from the south compete to bathe in the warm sunshine in early spring. They build their nests in the bright sunshine. How happy, happy and hardworking they are!
The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze chirps at midnight. Under the starry sky in summer, we appreciate the unique artistic beauty of the moon. Under the starry sky, cicadas sing melodiously, which is really fascinating! "Little He Gang has a sharp corner and has long stood on his head." By the lake in summer, the lotus petals on the water are fresh and elegant, which is more beautiful under the embellishment of dragonflies.
"Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February." Autumn is colorful and monotonous, but it shows its characteristics in monotony. Maple leaves are red, which makes people think of "fiery red" at a glance and arouses vitality. The red color of maple leaves is a portrayal of autumn.
"Thousands of miles of ice, Wan Li snow". Winter is often a season of heavy snow and freezing the soul. At first glance, what else can there be but snow? However, the snow in winter made Mei's character. "The snow in Mei Xu Xun is white, but it has lost its fragrance." When the snow falls, plum blossoms are not afraid of the cold, do not succumb to the blow of snow and cold wind, hold their heads high and finally bloom fragrant plum blossoms.
Ancient poems are everywhere and hidden in our lives. Only by being good at discovering and understanding it and learning to use it in our study and life can we open the closed door of our hearts.