In a scorching summer day, I did a lot of things with my classmates;
Stealing eggs
My friends and I were walking along the river. The son of a chicken farmer saw a chicken! He cried out: 'that chicken is going to have a baby! 'we were all startled, and then looked down at him:' does your chicken lay eggs? 'he was speechless, but we were quiet again. Because we are thinking about the same thing, an evil thing. We looked at each other, I sneered, a bad friend said: 'your laughter is still, boss behind the scenes! 'I gave him a weak look. He shivered and didn't say anything. We followed the chicken. After ten minutes, everyone was impatient. I said: 'well, are you wrong? 'he said nervously:' is this possible? 'he was so nervous that he even said the wrong word. Ah, brother Keng! In the middle of our conversation, the chicken had already given birth. I was overjoyed. Before the chicken left, I rushed over and said 'my egg'. The chicken thought I wanted it and immediately ran away. I not only laughed sarcastically, but also laughed. It's just what I want. I took the egg and ran away. Some bad friends immediately followed me! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! I suddenly saw a person, scared I dare not make a sound. The man took the chicken! I realized it and slipped away.
Stealing fruit
The process of stealing eggs is about 20 minutes. It's only a day in a long time! A bad friend said he was thirsty, others thought of water first, while I thought of fruit! I'm so excited! This is the countryside. There are fruit trees all over the mountain! That! I think of some evil things. (ten minutes later) a scene we imagined on the mountain --- fragrant flowers and fruits, fruitful! We are not polite to these fruit trees to 'mop up' some time, or several times! We saw a 'poisonous fruit, please don't use it' when we went down the mountain. Why didn't we see it when we didn't go up the mountain? I had no choice but to look at the fruit in my hand! Red, I don't know how delicious it looks! I linger between losing again and not losing again! (ten seconds at most) I look back and see that they are eating very well. It's not unusual! I ate it, too! When they finally saw the sign - they all spit it out! I cried.
On that scorching day, I cried, laughed and was scared! Charming summer_ Although summer is sultry, it is colorful. As long as you feel it with your heart, you will find it very charming.
Summer is red. Yang Wanli, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, wrote in his poem: "after all, the scenery of the West Lake in June is not the same as that of the four seasons; the lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers in the sun are very red. You see, the pink lotus flowers are like fairies bathing in the lake. Shy to speak, full of dripping, with the wind blowing fragrance bursts, refreshing. Some buds are just beginning to bloom; some are budding, and the flowers and bones stretch out like a torch; some are competing to open, revealing delicate little lotus pods. 35 composition net
Summer is green. Do not believe you go into our school to have a look, you will find that the campus is covered with a green: big trees, small trees green, grass is green. Banyan tall and straight, look up, a tree of fresh green leaves shining in the sun, showing infinite vitality. The Wutong tree is as tall as a banyan tree, and also a green tree. They spread their branches to the trees, and their palm leaves are very dense. If banyan is a mighty guard on campus, the Wutong tree is a big green umbrella. There are many other trees, all faded the Yellow left by the winter, showing the emerald green of a tree.
Summer is white. Su Dongpo, one of the eight great masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties, once wrote in "reminiscence of the past on Red Cliff": "the rocks are rippling through the air, the waves are rippling on the shore, and thousands of piles of snow are rolled up. 'the waves in the sea are just like a large cotton field with just cracked peaches, and the white flowers are endless. Some naughty children, no matter 37 or 21, throw off their shoes, snatch the life buoy from their mother's hands, and rush to the embrace of the sea with their bare feet cheering. 35 composition net
Summer is yellow. The rice fields are golden. It looks like a golden carpet from a distance. The grains of rice are full, and the stems are bent down. Suddenly, a breeze blows, and the ears of rice seem to nod with people. Needless to say, this year's early rice must be another good harvest year.
Summer is blue. After the thunderstorm, the rain is flowing quietly. I looked up, the sky was so blue that it was intoxicating, and the blue made me think of the hard training of the little Marines in the junior military academy.
I think I have become a little painter, holding a palette in my hand, depicting the scenery of summer: red is hope; white is purity; blue is broadness; yellow is brilliance; green is health & hellip; & hellip; composition about idols: sun and moon in my heart_ 650 words, a smile on his face. I think that he is a blessing given by God, and there is no reason to refuse. He walked into my world like sunshine, but everything seemed impossible to me. I don't even have the courage to look him in the eye. In fact, I have regarded him as an idol, 'you can see him from afar, but you can't play with him'. That summer, I came here with the shadow of failure and disdain for the future, ready to brew decadence, and then be defeated by myself. Without the slightest precaution, he broke into my life and washed my unbearable soul. He's brilliant, but he's full of vicissitudes. He's in his prime and he's devoted to his life. I don't know what words to use to describe him. He, as a head teacher, works hard for our dream. University, beautiful and sacred palace, he encouraged again and again, just for our future. Yes, that's what every teacher should do, but I see something different about him - he constantly sums up his experience. I can see clearly that his eyes are full of blood, but he still interprets the true meaning of education with his passion. His eyes, from meet until now, I see from that pair of eyes, always only hope and determination. I can't say how good he is because he failed. However, no one can live without failure. After all, he has paid, he has been working hard, in order to be an excellent teacher, but also to cultivate more talents. The passage of time does not stop, so forget to breathe; gradually the vicissitudes of life pale my youth, so abandon the madness; lost words hurt my ears, so escape from the noise of the world. His shock to me is far more than that. I have read his novels about the Chinese dream. Unique ideas, mixed with strong rural flavor. With only three thousand words, the three themes are integrated. I, in his words, read out the 'my' dream, the Chinese dream, and his' education 'dream & hellip; & hellip; like to see his back gradually away, to hide the light loss. Like to pass him quietly, and then turn around, watching him leave my sight & hellip; & hellip; turn to Zhuge, low Qihu, as sleepless. Night, deep sleep. I looked at the cold wall and drew his figure. At the moment, with all the traffic and all the night's noise, is his lamp still on? Is it for yesterday's melancholy, or for tomorrow's dream? The warmth of an ruosu's summer wind_ 650 words hot summer night wind blowing my hair and restless heart. With such a temperature, spectrum of a drop of crystal sweat.
Summer as promised, means that the summer vacation has finally come. All these are full of freedom and hope in the eyes of students. I look forward to the coming of this day. For me, it's a family experience.
It's hard for my parents to work in other places, but I know it's all for me. So I have been using my efforts to prove my strength, let them rest assured. When the summer vacation comes, the desire to see parents is like a flood.
After the final exam, I bought the ticket without looking back. Along the way, I sat on the seat of the car, the air conditioner on my head was blowing thinly, and the sound of the friction of the wheels was heard. Every minute goes by, the closer to my destination, the more excitement in my heart is accumulating and finally converging into a warm current.
When I got off the bus, my father had been waiting for me at the station for a long time. Hard work, Dad. I followed dad all the way, looking at his broad shoulders, always feel wet eyes.
At home, mother has not come back, only father busy green figure back and forth, placement of my everything. In the evening, my family is sitting on the sofa. I've been longing for a whole day for a long time. I know that when this moment really comes, besides satisfaction, I'm moved. Warm, like the summer wind blowing slowly.
Every day my father would ask me what I wanted to eat today and whether I had a good sleep last night. A man became a cook. Every day I look at the wrinkles of my mother's eyes, crow's feet are carved there, no matter how to deal with it, there is no effect. Dad's swarthy skin is getting darker and darker, and the clear demarcation line can be seen clearly in the covering area of his skirt. Often see these, I moved to turn my head, slowly looked up at the ceiling, do not let the liquid wandering in the eyes out.
Another day, I was standing on the balcony, and my father took the cut peaches to me. Do you want to eat? Then he put the peach on the tea table not far away from me. I turned to get peach slices, chewing, a warm summer wind blowing, refreshing. Peach full of love, the fetters between the family, no matter what happens, can not cut it off, forever. It's like the summer wind. Summer wind is not always blowing, but it always exists, warm, with love. I don't know the darkness of night in the daytime, but I love your beauty in summer_ 650 words the starry sky in summer night, so beautiful. Looking up at the stars in the sky, time and space flow, slowly close your eyes, think of that moment of the night.
A few years ago, the insects in the vegetable field held a grand dance, and fireflies also led us to dance. The children ran after the fireflies. Jump. Every time I catch one, I carefully put it in a transparent box with a small hole. The firefly flapped its wings powerlessly, as if to say: 'please, let us out! 'but the kids didn't mean anything. They just played for fun.
Before the game, they specially made a lot of holes in the box, in order not to let the firefly suffocate; and they discussed carefully, after that, they would let the firefly go.
They had a lot of fun with fireflies and played all kinds of games & hellip; & hellip;
Gusts of wind disturbed my thoughts, I returned to reality. Slowly open your eyes, the starry sky in summer is still so beautiful, just like a black cloth with many diamonds. The little star blinks playfully. All around is quiet, insects are playing sad songs. The starry sky is so beautiful that people can't figure it out. It seems that a pair of clear eyes like lake water are staring at me. They can see me through.
My eyes inadvertently Piao to the dancing firefly