Selected sentences about the first summer
As soon as the sun came out, the ground seemed to be on fire.
The sun is like a fireball of the boss, the light is burning, the road surface is scorched by the scorching sun, and a pile of white smoke is stepped on.
The weather is sultry, there is no wind, and the thick air seems to be frozen.
It's so hot that it seems that a spark will cause an explosion.
Looking at the dark sea, thinking about the vastness of the Milky Way, the mystery of the universe, the purpose of life and the ultimate destination of mankind, alas! Sleep! A midsummer night's dream should be sweet!
The clear sky in summer is bright, the sky is so blue, the sun is so strong, and the sky and the ground are in a dazzling light. In a year, the sun is the most diligent in several summers and gets up early in the morning. At five or six o'clock in the morning, the morning light is weak, and at six or seven o'clock in the evening, it seems that the moon is going to squeeze it away, but the industrious sun is still wandering, but is it late? Are you off duty? .
It's very hot in summer, and the birds don't know where to hide; Plants and trees hang their heads; The puppy was so hot that it stuck out its tongue and kept panting.
The sun in summer is like a big stove, roasting the earth, even the air is hot, and people sweat when they move.
Summer is hot, according to the different degree of summer heat, it can be divided into early summer, midsummer and aftersummer.
Flat fields, green rice seedlings and green banana leaves swaying in the wind are a business.
Spring has gone with the fallen flowers, and summer is covered with green leaves and jumping in the warm wind. The leaves of poplar trees in the street are moving with a layer of green light in the sun, and a layer of white gas like fog hangs around the blue sky upstairs; This layer of green light and white gas makes people feel very happy, but it is a bit dry.
There is not a cloud in the air, there is not a wind, there is a scorching sun overhead, and all the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily.
Willow leaves roll, flowers and grass bow their heads, the earth is steaming, the lake is boiling hot, and dragonflies fly around the lake in a low voice. This is it telling the fish: good news? It will rain.
The roadside trees are lush, and cicadas sing in unison, as if boasting about their seasons.
It was a long summer without rain, and the old loach in the field was turned white by the scorching sun. The stream near the village dropped several inches, and the stones above the water suddenly became bigger.
In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom, red, purple, pink and yellow, like bright spots embroidered on green carpets; Crowds of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around with difficulty.
Spring has gone with the fallen flowers, and summer is covered with green leaves and jumping in the warm wind. On the street, the leaves of poplar trees are moving with a layer of green light in the sun, and the blue sky upstairs is hung with a layer of white gas that looks like fog. This layer of green light and white gas makes people feel very happy, but it is a bit dry.
The wind blows with a slight warmth, and cuckoos sing from time to time. It is telling us that spring has passed. ?
There is not a cloud in the sky, there is no sun overhead, there is no wind, and all the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily.
The scorching sun is like fire, and the earth is like a steamer, which makes people breathless. Walking on the road, the oncoming wind hit like a heat wave.
In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom: red, purple, pink and yellow, like beautiful spots embroidered on green carpets; Crowds of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around with difficulty.
In July, the sun hung like a fireball in the blue sky. The cloud seems to have melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.
In midsummer July, there is not a cloud in the blue sky. The sun is scorching the earth, the water in the river is boiling hot, and the soil in the field is smoking.
In midsummer, it is so hot that even dragonflies only dare to fly near the shade, as if they were afraid that the sun would burn their wings.
The sunshine in midsummer is really like dipping in Chili water, and there is no shady place on the empty street.
Buffalo has already hid in the pond, and its whole body is buried in the water, with only one head exposed to the water to breathe.
In midsummer July, there is not a cloud in the blue sky. The sun is scorching the earth, the water in the river is boiling hot, and the soil in the field is smoking.
Wan Li is clear, Wan Li is cloudless, and the sun is roasting the earth; A south wind blew, and a heat wave rolled up from the ground, which was suffocating. Weeds can't resist the sun exposure, and the leaves are rolled into thin strips. Whenever in the afternoon, people always feel tired easily, just like just waking up, feeling groggy and unwilling to move. Even the birds in the Woods are resting in the trees with their mouths open, and they are too lazy to fly out for food.
The midsummer sun shines on the head of Shinxiong's Hanguguan, and the fish on the roof and the phoenix rising in Ran Ran on the closed hole seem to be breathing.
The summer sun is like a big stove, scorching the earth. Even the air is hot, and people sweat when they move.
One night in summer, the stars were shining in the sky, and a cool breeze dispersed the residual heat during the day, and the earth was silent.
Summer, drizzle, highland barley seedlings? Knock, knock, knock. Drinking the rain slowly, the grass is full of colorful wildflowers.
Summer is a season of changing faces. It sometimes cries and sometimes laughs. In a short time, Wan Li was clear, the blue sky was like washing, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the sun was like fire; For a while, the sky was low and dark, the clouds were gathering and the wind roared; After a while, the weather went on the rampage, with lightning and thunder; It will rain cats and dogs later. It rained for a while, and Hongqiao flew north and south. Summer is like a child's face, changing without warning.
Plant three or two roses against the wall. In early summer, there are many branches of red powder on the wall, and bees and butterflies are flying and the fragrance is full of sleeves.
Selected sentences about summer II
1. It's sultry and windless. The wicker hangs listlessly and does not move. The cement road was sunned with a little silver light, as if everything was going to melt. These are just some places. Summer in the south of the Yangtze River is not only like this, just like this ancient city at the moment. The weather is like March and April, neither too hot nor too cold, just right, and the scenery can be seen everywhere. Looking at the green mountains and green waters, my heart will suddenly calm down and melt into this world.
There is not a cloud in the sky, there is no sun overhead, there is no wind, and all the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily.
3. Shen Xia's pace is brisk and everything is thriving. Listen, the birds are chirping softly, and the sweet and crisp sound is mixed with the fragrance of the earth, rippling in the happy air. Flowers launch the most enthusiastic beauty pageant every year, and bees and butterflies are the best audience to shuttle through it.
There are some lush old trees in front of the tile house. Several grandfathers are sitting under the old tree in front of the house, crossing their legs and chatting leisurely at a small wooden table. Drinking my own brewed rice wine and eating tender green peppers and fried snails, I can't help but say: what a beautiful day! ? There is a strong smell of wine in the air.
It was a beautiful summer, and I remembered the poem "Chanting Willow": Jasper dressed as a tree, and thousands of strands of moss tapestry hung down. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. How well this poem is written! I invited all the bees, and they all wanted to collect honey from the willow!
6. The smell of summer, the wind is light and there is no rain, only the sun is roasting the earth, flowing with my thoughts, and I can't find peace of mind for a while. Hot red beans and hot thoughts are beating wildly in a pure heart, and only your name is painted on the keyboard. I stared at these familiar three words, remembering the dribs and drabs since we met. I used to hate and worry about your naughty smile.
7. Summer is leisurely. We can play freely outside. When we are thirsty, we can eat a cold ice cream, take a few bites and feel cold immediately, or take out a watermelon from the refrigerator and eat it to our heart's content. You can taste the summer.
Isn't this sunny night a good time to look at the constellations? At the request of my little cousin and me, my mother took us to Seoul Park. Under the breeze, the flowers put away their petals and fell asleep in a daze. The cricket under the flower is having a concert and singing loudly.
As soon as the sun came out, the ground seemed to be on fire.
10. In midsummer, Chinese rose flowers dance in the green leaves like a girl in a pink dress; Peony flowers are more beautiful. She is charming and gorgeous, and her fragrance is overflowing. Those old poplars are also covered with green, like an open green velvet umbrella.
1 1. It's so hot that it seems that a little spark will cause an explosion.
Summer is beautiful. The wall is covered with all kinds of plants. The winding path is secluded, and wild flowers are everywhere, purple, pink, blue and yellow. They are colorful and have different shapes. When a gust of wind blows, there will be a faint fragrance!
13. Summer always feels sunny and mysterious. In this beautiful nature, summer nights really amaze me. I believe that in this ever-changing four seasons, it is not only summer that has this unique charm. There must be many interesting things in nature waiting for us to uncover its mystery.
14. Cicada kept making annoying calls on the branches, as if cheering for the scorching sun.
15. In summer, the clear sky is bright, the sky is blue and far-reaching, the sun is burning the earth like a fireball, and the sun is so strong that the sky and the earth are in a dazzling light. The sun shines on the rippling river, and thousands of golden lights, like glittering and translucent little stars, wink mischievously at people.
16. The green of summer splashed ink between heaven and earth, and painted colorful pictures under the blue sky and white clouds. What catches your eye is either dark green or green, which is completely out of the foundation of goose yellow. It is so lush, no longer shallow and immature, showing the level of life incisively and vividly.
17. The innocence of summer is like a beautiful picture: the stream flows quietly, and the small fish shakes its head and tail happily. By the roadside, wild flowers are really beautiful: red, yellow, purple and blue. I picked one and put it next to my classmate's nose: fragrant, really fragrant!
18. Cicada kept making annoying calls on the branches, as if cheering for the scorching sun.
19. When summer is hot, people's hearts get hot. Every encouraging look, every breeze and every caring greeting can ignite a small spark. The heat in summer is often the heat in the heart. Don't be afraid, there are summer songs to help you relieve the heat. Every corner of your heart will become cool, but the central part will always be hot, because you should use it to warm them, others, the world and everything that needs warmth. Do it. Xia ge? Lead singer, let's sing this divine comedy, a wonderful song, a unique song, and let's cool the whole world.
20. Thunderstorm is a patent in summer and an exposure of nature's true temper. Before the thunderstorm, the sky was dark and seemed to fall. The air solidified, the leaves did not move, and the willows hung their heads; Xiao Zhen stuck out his tongue and kept panting. It's sweating. The men were shirtless, and the women kept shaking their fans. After a while, the thunder and lightning, the mountains shaking, the wind and rain, the downpour, all of a sudden dispersed the sultry, the streets are full of rain.
2 1. Summer is the hottest season all year round, and it is also a very beautiful season. I think the beauty of summer lies in green, and I like green best. In summer, green is everywhere. Green rivers, green lawns and green willows look really pleasing to the eye!
There is neither cloud nor wind in the sky. All the trees stood there listlessly and lazily in the hot sun overhead.
23. It is rainy in summer. Dark clouds came, showers fell, and everything was terrible and greener. The most beautiful thing is that the sunshine is always after the wind and rain, the sky is like a wash, and the color is practiced in the sky. The blue sky assigns white clouds to bend over and touch the green hills, and the white clouds turn around the green hills, holding hands between heaven and earth. The colors change from shallow to deep, and the ethereal artistic conception, beauty and beauty crochet the vitality of summer. Green mountains and green waters, clear water and blue sky, everything is lush. When I am in full of green now, whenever the heat wave strikes, whenever the leaves are swaying and the branches are swaying, whenever the sun is shaded and the grass is flourishing, how I wish I could not stop the footsteps of the years.
24. I don't know where the bird went; The vegetation is dejected and despondent, as if dying; Only cicadas keep chirping in the branches; It's really breaking gongs and drums to cheer for the scorching sun!
25. Walking on the road, the oncoming wind hits like a heat wave.
26. Spring goes with the falling flowers, and summer comes with green leaves in the warm wind.
27. Summer is the season of life. It makes all living things feel the existence of life and the charm of living. I never use bitterness to describe summer, because it is happy in itself. Childhood memories include wild flowers in spring, harvest in autumn and snow in winter. The biggest thing is naughty in summer. Summer is a paradise for children. In the summer sunshine, you can feel that you are back to childhood and childish play time.
28. The sun in July hangs in the blue sky like a fireball, and the clouds seem to be melted by the sun and disappear without a trace.
29. The taste of summer, how many people are infected with eternal, hot air, coolness between fingers, and ink-splashing thoughts in this moment of light, which are rendered layer by layer. Now each other, looking at each other through time, the youth over there is maturing in summer, your smiling face, I am singing softly, blooming like summer flowers, and the whispering in the air is white and gentle, which shows.
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