In July, the sky was clear and the sun hung like a fireball, and the clouds seemed to have been burned by the sun and disappeared without a trace.

Spring is gone with the falling flowers, and the green leaves in summer are jumping in the warm breeze.

The early summer sunlight shines through the dense layers of foliage, and the ground is covered with sparkling spots the size of copper coins.

The wind blows with a slight warmth, and from time to time it brings the cuckoo call, which tells us: "Spring has returned." ”

Grass, reeds, and red, white, and purple wildflowers were basked by the fiery sun that hung high in the sky, and the air was filled with sweet and drunken scent.

In early summer, wildflowers of all colors bloom, red, purple, pink, and yellow, like brilliant spots embroidered on a large green carpet; Swarms of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around diligently.

In the middle of summer, the weather is so hot that even dragonflies dare to fly close to the shade of trees, as if they are afraid that the sun will hurt their wings.

There was not a single cloud in the sky, not a single wind, a blazing sun overhead, and all the trees stood listlessly and lazily.

In the middle of summer in July, there is not a single cloud in the blue sky, the fiery sun scorches the earth, the water in the river is hot, and the soil in the field is smoking.

The sun was scorching, and on both sides of the road, the ripe grain was so hot that it was bent over and its head bowed. Grasshoppers are as numerous as blades of grass, and in the wheat and rye fields, in the wheat and rye fields, in the reeds on the shore, they make a faint and noisy chirping.

The sun is like a big fireball, the light is scorching, the road is scorched by the scorching sun, and the feet step down into a string of white smoke.

The weather was swelteringly hot, and there was not a trace of wind, and the thick air seemed to freeze.

The whole city is like a burnt brick kiln, making people breathless. The dog lay on the ground and spat out its bright red tongue, and the nostrils of the mule and horse were particularly wide.

The blazing umbrella was high in the air, so hot that the fish in the river did not dare to show the water, the birds did not dare to fly out of the mountains and forests, and even the dogs in the village only stretched out their tongues and gasped.

That day, it was madly hot. As soon as the sun came out, the ground was already on fire, and some gray gas, which looked like clouds but not clouds, and fog but not fog, floated low in the air, making people feel breathless.

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A beautiful view in the heart

A beautiful view in the heart

summer

In July, the sky was clear and the sun hung like a fireball, and the clouds seemed to have been burned by the sun and disappeared without a trace.

Spring is gone with the falling flowers, and the green leaves in summer are jumping in the warm breeze.

The early summer sunlight shines through the dense layers of foliage, and the ground is covered with sparkling spots the size of copper coins.

The wind blows with a slight warmth, and from time to time it brings the cuckoo call, which tells us: "Spring has returned." ”

Grass, reeds, and red, white, and purple wildflowers were basked by the fiery sun that hung high in the sky, and the air was filled with sweet and drunken scent.

In early summer, wildflowers of all colors bloom, red, purple, pink, and yellow, like brilliant spots embroidered on a large green carpet; Swarms of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around diligently.

In the middle of summer, the weather is so hot that even dragonflies dare to fly close to the shade of trees, as if they are afraid that the sun will hurt their wings.

There was not a single cloud in the sky, not a single wind, a blazing sun overhead, and all the trees stood listlessly and lazily.

In the middle of summer in July, there is not a single cloud in the blue sky, the fiery sun scorches the earth, the water in the river is hot, and the soil in the field is smoking.

The sun was scorching, and on both sides of the road, the ripe grain was so hot that it was bent over and its head bowed. Grasshoppers are as numerous as blades of grass, and in the wheat and rye fields, in the wheat and rye fields, in the reeds on the shore, they make a faint and noisy chirping.

The sun is like a big fireball, the light is scorching, the road is scorched by the scorching sun, and the feet step down into a string of white smoke.

The weather was swelteringly hot, and there was not a trace of wind, and the thick air seemed to freeze.

The whole city is like a burnt brick kiln, making people breathless. The dog lay on the ground and spat out its bright red tongue, and the nostrils of the mule and horse were particularly wide.

The blazing umbrella was high in the air, so hot that the fish in the river did not dare to show the water, the birds did not dare to fly out of the mountains and forests, and even the dogs in the village only stretched out their tongues and gasped.

That day, it was madly hot. As soon as the sun came out, the ground was already on fire, and some gray gas, which looked like clouds but not clouds, and fog but not fog, floated low in the air, making people feel breathless.

It was a long dry summer, the hot sun had baked the old loaches in the fields white, the stream at the edge of the village, the stream was a few inches lower, and the exposed stones became steep and larger.

The bird did not know where it had hid; The plants and trees were all depressed, as if they were dying; Only he knows, and ceases to cease to cried out in the branches; It's really a broken gong and a broken drum cheering for the scorching sun!

The willows in the street looked as if they were sick, and their leaves were hanging with dust and curling on their branches, and the branches did not move. The road glowed white, the vendors did not dare to shout, and the plexiglass signboard in front of the store seemed to be sunburned.

A passage describing winter

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It was cold, and there was a mallet in the hall. The mallet, which was unloaded in the warm spring, has been kept in the wing. Now, I moved out, brushed it clean, and replaced it with new powdered paper, snow-white paper. On the mallet, it looks tight and comfortable, as if there is an extra layer of protection in life. The family sits idly and the lights are amiable.

The bed was torn down and straw was laid. Wash the tent to pick up a good sunny day, and dry it on the same day. The tent of Xia Bu, which was hung in the courtyard, was far away in the summer. The straw was packed in a cloth cover, coarse cloth, the size of a bed. Straw was laid, and it was soaring

It is warm, and there is the smell of straw, which makes people feel happy.

It's still cold, though. Winter in the south is worse than in the north, and there is no fire in the house. At night, I took off my cotton clothes, got into the cold quilt, got up early, and put on a cold cotton jacket and cotton pants, it was really cold.

After the winter vacation, you can sleep in. The cotton garment has been dried on a copper stove, and it is not very difficult to get up. In particular, the cotton shoes are hot and comfortable.

We have very few people there who make iron stoves that burn coal. General heating, just copper stoves, foot stoves and hand stoves. The foot stove is brass with a multi-eyed lid. The inside is burned with coarse chaff. Fill it with coarse chaff and put a few shovels of unburned reed firewood (we burn reeds there called "reeds") and cover it. The chaff is leading, and there is a burst of smoke, and after a while, when the smoke is gone, the lid can be closed. The coarse chaff is slowly burned and can last for a long time. Old ladies can't do without it. When you have nothing to do, you can wipe the cards, and every old lady has a foot stove at her feet. The coarse chaff in the foot furnace is too solid, the air is not enough, and the fire power is gradually decreasing, so it is necessary to dig twice along the edge of the stove with a "fire plate" to loosen the coarse chaff, and the fire will be strong. The foot stove warms people. If the feet are not cold, the whole body is not cold. The smell of burnt bran is also good. Imitating the Japanese haiku, you can make a poem: "In winter, the incense of burnt chaff in the foot stove." "Hand stoves are smaller than foot stoves, and most of them are made of white copper, and they are made of silver. The lid of the furnace is not a round hole, most of them are hollowed out of the pine, bamboo and plum patterns. The hand stove has a very small one, and the middle charcoal is placed (the coal is ground into fine powder, slightly honeyed, and built into a cake-shaped), and the paper coal head is led. A charcoal can last a day.

Dishes eaten in winter include black greens, frozen tofu, and pickle soup. The black green vegetables are collapsed, flat to the ground, and the south of the Yangtze River is called "collapsed bitter vegetables", and the taste of this dish is slightly bitter. My grandmother planted black vegetables in a small plot in the back garden, and after frosting, the edges of the leaves turned purple-red, and the taste was bitter and sweet. The black vegetables are cooked with "crab oil", and the taste is incomparable. "Crab oil" is made by boiling and removing meat from large crabs, adding lard to "refining", put it in a big bowl, condensed into crab jelly, stored for a long time, and can be eaten for a winter. After the tofu is frozen, I don't know why it is honeycomb. Melt and cut into small pieces and cook with fresh meat, bacon, beef, sea rice or pickles. Frozen tofu should be put with chili pepper and green garlic. We used to have no northern Chinese cabbage there, only "greens". Chinese cabbage is shipped from Shandong, and its beautiful name is "yellow sprouts", which is very expensive. "Green vegetables" are as big as rape, two feet high, and they are eaten by every family all year round. Pickles are pickled with green vegetables. On a cloudy day when it snows, drink pickle soup.

Winter game: kick the shuttlecock, catch the child, and get "free". "Xiaoyao" is a double channel of spirals printed on a square white paper, woodblock printed, and between the two lines are printed eight immortals, horses, rabbits, carp, shrimps, ......; Each is two, arranged in a staggered order, not in order. When playing, each holds a copper coin or chess piece for the child, rolls the dice, if the dice are five points, from the "starting horse" place, walk forward five steps, is a rabbit, then you can look for another rabbit in the inner circle, with the child bet on it. At the beginning of the next round, count from the rabbit in the inner circle, if it is six o'clock, take six steps, maybe it is Tie Guan Li, then find another Tie Guan Li, and bet Zi'er on that Tie Guan Li. If you count to the inner circle, go to the outer circle to find it and return it. If the points are enough, Zi'er can enter the end (the end is a palace-like house, I don't know if it is the Moon Palace or the Dragon Gate), and it will be considered a win. The second ones entered were "two" and "three". "Leisurely" can also be played by two people, and three or four people can also be played. I don't know why it's called "Leisurely".

When I woke up in the morning, the window paper was shining, and it was snowing! On snowy days, go to the back garden to fold plum blossoms and geranium fruits. Bright yellow plums, bright red geranium fruits, white snow, full of business. The plum blossoms very long, and the geranium fruit is particularly durable, and it can last for half a month when inserted in the gall bottle.

Rice dumplings. There was a neighbor who had a shelf. This one is not usually used by many people, and is only borrowed by one or twenty nearby families in rotation in winter. The house is very small, except for a basket, only a few sieves and baskets. It's fun to step on the stump, step on it with your foot, squeak, raise your mouth, and bang it, and fall into the nest. After the flour is scooped, you can steam the cake and make "Nian Yao Cake" (glutinous rice flour is the pedicle, wrapped in bean paste and white sugar, as a cake, and cooked in the pot), and knead the balls (that is, the gnocchi). Noodles, it's almost the New Year.

autumn

The autumn rain hit them in the face. Piles of dark gray clouds pressed low on the earth. It was late autumn, and the endless trees in the forest were bare, and the old tree stood gloomy, letting the brown moss hide the wrinkles on its body. The merciless autumn stripped them of their beautiful clothes, and they had to stand there withered.

Autumn comes with the sound of falling leaves, and the morning is as fresh as dewdrops. The sky glows softly, clear and ethereal, making one want to hear the singing of a high-flying lark, just as looking at the blue sea and thinking of a white sail. The sunset is the wings of time, and when it flies away, there is a moment of extremely brilliant unfolding. So twilight.

The clear sky at the end of late autumn is like an endless calm blue sea; Intense white light danced in the air, like microwaves on the surface of the sea; At the foot of the mountain, the sorghum swayed its plump ears from time to time, like fluctuating red water; The yellowed leaves gave the fields a withered color.

What a bright autumn, here, no longer scorched earth and ashes, this is a vigorous land where thousands of mountain winds are draped in red carpets. The red pine, covered with elastic skin, is still alive, standing proudly on the high mountain rocks, the whistle is jubilant in the valley, and Bai Wang is flying slowly in the rice fields.

When the fierce west wind paints the sky higher and higher; When the hopeful child looks out for the last southern goose; When the vast expanse of green grass is swayed and yellowed—at this time, it is autumn, and it is the season for trees to lose their leaves.

The second half of the night after autumn. The moon went down, but the sun had not yet risen, and only a dark blue sky remained; Sleep on everything except for the night tour.

The late autumn dusk always comes quickly, before the moisture evaporated by the sunlight on the mountains dissipates. And the sun went down into the western mountains. So, the wind in the valley carried a heavy coolness, drove away the white mist, and swung down the mountain; And the shadow of the mountain peak, which fell on the village more quickly, grew thicker and thicker, and gradually blended with the night, but soon it was again silver-gray by the moon.

The bright moon, which is not yet round, gradually rises high into the sky. A transparent gray cloud, faintly obscuring the moonlight, on the field, as if a light smoke was caged, strands of detachment, like falling into a dream. After the evening clouds drifted by, the smoke and fog dissipated on the fields, and the clear light like water washed away the soft autumn night.

On an autumn night, the sky is high and the dew is thick, and a crescent moon hangs quietly in the southwest sky. The cold moonlight sprinkled on the earth, it was so gloomy, but the stars of the Milky Way became more and more brilliant. In the dense and boundless fields of sorghum, corn, and millet, the chirping of autumn insects is resounding one after another, and the grasshoppers occasionally add a few accompaniments, blowing the ground like intermittently blowing cold eggplants. Willow trees hang silently on the roadside, shade the winding path of weedy bushes.

…… The moon came up, but the clouds were half obscured, and she hid in the cracks of the trees, like a country girl, and answered shyly. Once upon a time, people said: "After a long time, I came out, still holding the pipa and half covering my face." It's a little bit! The clouds are getting thicker and thicker, let him do it, he is too lazy to care. But I thought, if it's an autumn night, it would be nice to blow a little west wind. Although it is not a real pine tree, the sound of the rushing "waves" should also be heard.

Naturally, the west wind will not come. When we went to sleep, we lit two or three sticks of wax in the middle of the hall. The timid flames pressed the big roof and couldn't breathe. We looked at each other through the candlelight, and it was like a layer of smoke. Outside, it was dark and sea-like. Only a few barks from near and far teach us that we are still in the world.

Blue sky. In late autumn, it is spotless and crystal clear. Clouds are reflected on the clear Jialing River; The microwave of fish scales and the turquoise river add the color of floating clouds, which is extraordinarily gorgeous.

On a cool and clear autumn night, the bright and reddish Mars adds a lot of brilliance and fun to us in the starry sky. Lately, after 8 o'clock every night, Mars rises over the southeastern horizon. It's brighter than any star in the nearby sky, and it's easy to find it no matter where you are.

The fallen leaves of the northern country render what a tragic atmosphere! The fallen leaves are dyed golden yellow, or they are scarlet ochre. The first thing that fell may have been just two pieces, like a golden butterfly with two broken souls. But then, there was a roaring golden red shower. Then, a carpet of gold and red was laid out under the trees. And on this carpet, the iron is also cast, with bare and sparse tree trunks and branches, piercing the blue sky and light clouds high away.

The fruit trees in the north are also a spectacle in autumn. The first is the date tree; In the corners of the house, on the wall, on the edge of the thatched house, and at the door of the stove house, it will grow up one by one. When these dates, like olives and pigeon eggs, show a pale green and yellowish color in the middle of the small oval leaves, it is the heyday of autumn; When the leaves of the jujube tree fall and the jujube is red, the northwest wind will rise.

The locust tree in the north is also an ornament that reminds people of autumn. The stamens that resemble flowers but are not flowers will be spread all over the floor in the morning. When I stepped on my feet, there was no sound or smell, only a little bit of very fine and soft touch.

The weakened remnants of the autumn cicada are a specialty of the northern country; Because there are trees growing everywhere in Beiping, and the houses are low, you can hear their singing wherever you are. In the south, you have to go to the suburbs or mountains to hear it. The neighing of this autumn cicada can be the same as a cricket mouse in Beiping, just like a house insect that every household keeps at home.

Essay on a fragment of spring

Chun Chen thought about it

In the morning, open the curtains and open the windows. The breeze blows, and a fresh, fragrant, and elegant earthy smell greets you.

Spring comes so fast, quietly, unconsciously, the grass is green, the branches are sprouting, the wildflowers and rape flowers everywhere are brilliant and colorful, all bathed in the dawn of spring morning, swaying and swaying in the spring breeze, like the girl's light song and dance, Chu Chu is moving.

Creatures wake up in the spring morning, showing the preciousness and attractiveness of life.

The spring morning dyes the hope in the heart and inspires the enthusiasm of life.

Spring is bright

The natural world is so beautiful at the moment: the sun is shining everywhere, the colors are showing off everywhere, the birds and insects are chirping everywhere, and the intoxicating aromas are wafting everywhere. This is the world of greenery, the sea of flowers.

There are crowds of people outing, the love and satisfaction of the elderly, the joy and joy of lovers, and the innocent smiles of children.

Suddenly, I realized that the reason why the bright spring is so beautiful is because it makes people's mood bloom at this moment.

Spring rain continues

Spring rain and spring thunder, with the spring breeze, drifting.

The spring rain is like silk, fog, smoke, and tide. Through this strand of silk, everything in the world is like a faint, misty freehand painting, flickering and flickering.

I like the spring rain, not only like the heroic appearance of the mushrooms that it has sprung up, but also like it: stepping into this light blue smoke and rain, in this rainy season, you have held out a rainless world for me.

Spring has sprung

Spring is lively, spring is fanatical, spring is growth, spring is young and vigorous.

Spring is full of the shadows of people's hard work, and people use their own hands to sow their firm faith and eternal hope, sowing true love and selfless love.

There is no spring in the thousands of purples and thousands of reds? Where is the fruitful autumn fruit?

Spring Night Meditation

On a spring night, the light moon is long, and it is graceful. The wind swept across his cheeks and ruffled his long hair.

The moonlight is as calm and soft as horizontal.

My heart is like this moonlight, calm and soft.

I don't dare to deliberately pursue anything, I just hope that all good beginnings have a happy ending, just like this spring night is long and far away.

Sentence 2 describing spring

1) Spring is coming! You see, the melting ice water woke the creek. "Ding Dong, Ding Dong", it is like a magical singer of nature, singing a crisp and melodious song, rushing forward......

2) The willow tree spreads its branches of yellow and green leaves, gently swaying in the slight spring breeze, like groups of fairies dressed in green dancing. The peach tree sandwiched between the willow trees also blooms with bright flowers, green willows, and red flowers, which is really beautiful!

3) Every spring, the red kapok, the pink peony flowers, and the white jade flowers bloom one after another. Some of them are full of buds, some are budding, and some are blooming. The refreshing scent of flowers attracts a lot of little bees, buzzing and singing and dancing.

4) The bud clusters on the branches of the cedar trees are already quite fat, tender, and shining in the sky, do you say that spring will be far away?

5) Even if you are nostalgic for the delicate daffodils that bloom in the water, don't forget that in the lonely corners of the valley, wild lilies also have spring......

Essay on Spring (1)

Grandpa Winter sent away the severe cold of the earth, and the Spring Girl came to the world with light steps. The spring scenery is beautiful, like a vivid painting.

The spring sun is extraordinarily bright, the spring girl unfolds her smiling face, the sun, the red beam of light shines through, that gently caresses you, like a young mother's hand.

With the brisk pace of the spring girl, the green grass broke through the soil and secretly came out of the soil, tender and green. In the park, you can see these tenacious grasses everywhere.

In this warm season, in the woods, many trees are full of bright flowers; Everyone refused to give in, red, yellow, white, purple, all kinds of flowers really looked like a beautiful big flower bed. Lots of butterflies and bees smell the scent of flowers, and they all fly to collect nectar and fly around in mid-air.

In the woods, many birds are flying freely and happily, and when they are happy, they sing a crisp and pleasant tune, and the warm spring light blows the river, and the river is suddenly moved by a pleasant and beautiful flute, and as far as the eye can see, a group of naughty children are making willow flutes with the stems of weeping willows! They blow out the happiness and joy in their hearts.

The spring rain is soft, and I can see the spring rain beating on the bamboo branches and leaves. The rain sometimes fell in a straight line, sometimes drifted with the wind, leaving behind shadows like smoke, fog, yarn, and silk, and the splashing rain flakes seemed to be beating notes on the piano, playing a beautiful melody.

How is it that the sky is colorful and dazzling? Ah, so the kids are keeping the kite. Under the light of the blue sky and white clouds, all kinds of kites are flying and flying freely, what a refreshing scene!

Ah, everything in spring seems so vibrant.

Ah, spring is so beautiful! Let's feel the beauty of nature with our hearts.

Essay on Spring (2)

Spring is a season of life, but also a season of beauty, magic, and hope.

Spring has arrived, and all kinds of gorgeous flowers have bloomed, and they are all so gorgeous and dazzling. Rape flowers, an oil crop planted by the farmer's uncle, are also blooming. The golden rape flowers have become a world of butterflies, and the beautiful butterflies dance softly and gracefully on the golden stage. One moment they fly in the air, and the other they rest quietly on the rape flowers. It is this that adds a lot of fun to spring. The beauty of rape flowers also attracts many "working people" - bees, who always work tirelessly day and night to pollinate rape flowers. Occasionally, a breeze blows, and the golden rape flowers immediately rise to the undulating "golden waves". From afar, it's truly beautiful!

Spring is the season that people yearn for, and people always make their own plans in this season. As the saying goes, "The plan of the year lies in the spring, and the plan of the day lies in the morning." "It is telling us that the year's wishes should be planned in the spring, and the heaviest time of the day is in the morning, when people start plowing the fields, planting trees, and so on. Migratory birds also migrate from the south to the north to cheer on the farmers who work in the fields. Some of the birds stand on the tall trees, some simply on the ridges, and some stand on the "staves". It was this that made the peasants in the fields feel happy and everything was lively.

In the spring, the animals also wake up from their slumber. The grass began to sprout, and the earth was full of prosperity. As far as the eye can see, there is a green scene everywhere, like a watercolor painting.

Essay on Spring (3)

In the monotonous winter, I always look forward to spring. Looking forward to her grass warbler flying, silk silk brushing the embankment, looking forward to her thousand trees and flowers, rippling blue waves (yi), looking forward to her orchid grass, moisturizing things like crisp; I hope that her spring is full of gardens, and she is red like rain.

Now, spring has arrived. Spring is the most beautiful season of the year, and people have used almost all the beautiful words and verses to describe and praise spring throughout the ages. Spring brings vitality and hope.

Spring, warm people's hearts, "wet clothes want to wet the apricot blossom rain, blowing the face does not chill the willow wind." ”

Spring, fleeting, "Lin Hua thanked Chunhong, too hurried." "Therefore, "there are flowers that can be broken straight and must be broken, and don't wait for the flowers to fall and break the branches." ”

Spring, cool and moist, "the light rain in the heavenly street is as moist as crisp, and the grass color is close but no." ”