Writing a composition in summer doesn't need hot words.
I like colorful summer. It is very hot in summer.
God seems to have a fever, and his temperature is above 35 degrees! The sun is like a fireball, scorching the earth, the air is sultry and the ground is hot. Animals can enjoy summer very well. Dogs hide in the shade, sticking out their long tongues and panting as if they had just finished a marathon. The fish soon surfaced, bubbling; Buffalo also "pedal" into the water, even if it dies in the water, it will not come out; Do your best. "I know, I know!" I cried quietly.
The buttonwood trees on the roadside stood there listlessly, without a trace of wind, and the leaves were motionless and covered with thick ash. The flowers in the sun will wither in a few minutes.
People also hide at home like monsters. People in the house don't feel well either. Those with air conditioning turn on the air conditioner, those without air conditioning directly blow the electric fan, and some keep shaking the cattail leaf fan.
Summer is happy. Hot summer is a good time for swimming.
The irrepressible children have rushed to the swimming pool like rockets in twos and threes. They quickly changed their clothes, "plop!" 1, has rushed into the pool.
Swimming rings bloom on the swimming pool like flowers. Children are like lively and lovely ducklings, swimming around freely.
They have so many tricks! Some are swimming butterflies; Some are breaststroke; Others are swimming backstroke! The swimming pool will always be the Garden of Eden in our hearts. The children laughed, shouted and shouted, and the sound of "cool" and "cool" was endless.
The adults couldn't help it any longer, and jumped into the water to play with the children, as if they had returned to their innocent and beautiful childhood. How happy they are! Summer is beautiful.
People's soldiers fight in the front line of flood fighting, guarding the levee and protecting the property safety of Daiyue people. The sun is like fire in summer, and the ground temperature is above 50 degrees.
As soon as they went out, the heat wave rolled, the road was like the equator, and the traffic police stood upright in the scorching sun. 636f707962616964757a68696416f3133326231carefully maintained the traffic. Every movement of them is so natural and unrestrained and standardized. Under the correct command of the traffic police, the roads were orderly and no traffic accidents occurred.
The traffic police is like a monument, how sacred it is! I am in awe. Although their figures are small on the road, they are the tallest people in my heart.
City builders sweat profusely for building a beautiful home and step up construction. Under the scorching sun, they are paving roads and bridges and building tall buildings ... When the steel bar reaches 60 degrees, it will burn blisters to the touch.
Their skin was tanned. The stronger the sunshine, the happier they are at work.
Cleaners, postmen ... they work without regrets in the hot sun for our beautiful life. They are the most beautiful scenery in summer.
Summer is hot, happy, beautiful and colorful. I praise you, Summer.
There is no need to use the word heat in summer. Some people love fragrant spring, some people love fruitful autumn, and some people love snowy winter. I like colorful summer.
It is very hot in summer. God seems to have a fever, and his temperature is above 35 degrees! The sun is like a fireball, scorching the earth, the air is sultry and the ground is hot. Animals can enjoy summer very well. Dogs hide in the shade, sticking out their long tongues and panting as if they had just finished a marathon. The fish soon surfaced, bubbling; Buffalo also "pedal" into the water, even if it dies in the water, it will not come out; Do your best. "I know, I know!" I cried quietly. The buttonwood trees on the roadside stood there listlessly, without a trace of wind, and the leaves were motionless and covered with thick ash. The flowers in the sun will wither in a few minutes. People also hide at home like monsters. People in the house don't feel well either. Those with air conditioning turn on the air conditioner, those without air conditioning directly blow the electric fan, and some keep shaking the cattail leaf fan.
Summer is happy. Hot summer is a good time for swimming. The irrepressible children have rushed to the swimming pool like rockets in twos and threes. They quickly changed their clothes, "plop!" 1, has rushed into the pool. Swimming rings bloom on the swimming pool like flowers. Children are like lively and lovely ducklings, swimming around freely. They have so many tricks! Some are swimming butterflies; Some are breaststroke; Others are swimming backstroke! The swimming pool will always be the Garden of Eden in our hearts. The children laughed, shouted and shouted, and the sound of "cool" and "cool" was endless. The adults couldn't help it any longer, and jumped into the water to play with the children, as if they had returned to their innocent and beautiful childhood. How happy they are!
Summer is beautiful. People's soldiers fight in the front line of flood fighting, guarding the levee and protecting the property safety of Daiyue people. The sun is like fire in summer, and the ground temperature is above 50 degrees. As soon as I went out, the heat wave rolled and the road was like the equator. The traffic police stood upright in the scorching sun and meticulously maintained traffic. Every movement of them is so natural and unrestrained and standardized. Under the correct command of the traffic police, the roads were orderly and no traffic accidents occurred. The traffic police is like a monument, how sacred it is! I am in awe. Although their figures are small on the road, they are the tallest people in my heart. City builders sweat profusely for building a beautiful home and step up construction. Under the scorching sun, they are paving roads and bridges and building tall buildings ... When the steel bar reaches 60 degrees, it will burn blisters to the touch. Their skin was tanned. The stronger the sunshine, the happier they are at work. Cleaners, postmen ... they work without regrets in the hot sun for our beautiful life. They are the most beautiful scenery in summer.
Summer is hot, happy, beautiful and colorful. I praise you, summer …
There are no hot words in summer. Some people like vibrant spring, some people like fruitful autumn, some people like snowy winter, and I like hot and colorful summer.
In the blue sky in July, the sun hung like a fireball, and the clouds seemed to be melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace. In the morning, it should be full of fresh air and mystery, but in summer, everything goes up in smoke.
The sun burns people like fire, and the leaves of flowers, grass and trees outside are drooping. Cicada in the tree kept calling, as if to say, "It's so hot! It's so hot! " The hotter the weather, the louder the cicada calls.
At noon, it is the most rampant moment of the hot Lord, and he has no scruples about extending his claws to the world. * * * The burning sun scorched everything on the earth mercilessly, and the earth was scorched and hot, as if it were covered by a huge stove, which made people breathless.
The tall, stout old willow drooped its branches listlessly, its green leaves curled, and the wind did not know where to hide. There are white clouds floating in the blue sky of Wan Li, some of which are connected together, like silvery white waves rolling in the ocean; Some layers overlap, like distant mountains. People also hide at home for fear of sunburn and heatstroke. It's comfortable to have air conditioning on and cool breeze blowing at home.
At dusk, weeping willows waved their hands gently and bid farewell to the reluctant sunset. The sky is green with dreams, waiting for the birth of the first star. The last sunset glow also faded quietly in the western sky, and the warm wind whispered back and forth in everyone's ear, announcing the arrival of the night. People also come out for air at this time, and there seem to be a few stars twinkling in the dark blue sky.
At night, there is a cool breeze. Stars appeared one after another, one, two, three ... I looked up at the starry sky by the window and saw that the sky was like a calm sea, blue and quiet.
The moon is like a jade plate, and the stars around it are like gems embedded in the sky, shining like naughty children blinking. (Article Reading Network:) The end of the summer vacation every year means another summer has passed.
Whenever this happens, I feel deeply sad. This kind of sadness does not stem from the busy life that will follow after the start of school, nor from the great pressure that will come after the start of school, but from the feeling that I am one year older and mature. Playing coquetry in my mother's arms, whispering with my mother will be less and less, and the innocent happiness of childhood will never return.
Every time I think about it, I will feel a great sense of fear and emptiness, which has been in my heart for a long time and has become a vague gray ending of my summer. Oh, a vibrant and exciting summer! I don't want to follow the old tune of Haruka's autumn songs. Although it will always be addictive, I am willing to play and compose music for you to express my praise.
4. Write a composition that is hot in summer without hot words, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, when I was still in a sweet dream, my mother got up early.
Prepare delicious breakfast for me. At the same time, my mother always wakes me up with a kind voice. When I open my hazy eyes, I always see my mother smile and say, "Baby, get up, or it will be too late." Because my father works in other places, my mother gave up her job to take care of me. Taking care of me every day has become her most important thing.
Every time I finish my homework, my mother will carefully check it for me. Not only do you not blame me for my mistakes, but you always patiently analyze the reasons for doing these things with me until I understand them.
At school, when I have conflicts with my classmates, my mother taught me how to get along well with my classmates. Every day in the storm, my mother's pick-up and drop-off, every extracurricular class, are indispensable to my mother's company.
Although mother is not in good health. But as long as it is helpful to my study or beneficial to me, my mother will fight for me at all costs.
Occasionally make my mother angry and lose her temper. After I get angry, my mother will still reason with me and teach me what to do. My mother has done so much for me, which seems simple, but it is actually difficult to do, but my mother never talks about it.
I must learn all kinds of cultural knowledge, do what I can, and don't let my mother worry. Mother's love is cool, mother's love is an umbrella to cover the rain, and mother's love is tears.
Motherly love is selfless, and maternal love is great. Motherly love is as gentle, selfless and loving as the moon! Mom, I love you.
Write a composition about summer weather without hot words. There is neither cloud nor wind in the air. In the hot sun overhead, all the trees stood there listlessly and lazily.
It's stuffy as hell, and there is no wind at all. The thick air seems to have solidified. The whole city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, which makes people breathless.
Dogs lie prone on the ground with bright red tongues, and mules and horses have particularly large nostrils. Flaming parachutes are hanging high in the air, so hot that fish in the river dare not surface and birds dare not fly out of the mountains. Even the dogs in the village just stick out their tongues and gasp endlessly.
That day, it was terribly hot. As soon as the sun came out, the ground was already on fire, and some gray gases, like clouds, like Feiyun, like fog, like fog, floated low in the air, making people feel breathless.
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! The willow trees in the street seem to be sick, and the leaves are hanging with dust and rolling on the branches, and the branches are still. There is white light on the road, and the vendors dare not shout. The plexiglass signboard at the door of the store seems to have been sunburned.
Lush spring has passed, with a flick of a finger. June 22nd arrived, and the sun stood directly on the Tropic of Cancer. Summer, the season of filariasis, is coming again.
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. Summer is a season of rapid development.
Everything is growing wildly, especially the green in that summer, which was thick and deep and occupied all over the mountains. Although it is a flower, it is actually green, fat, red and thin. After the rain, bamboo shoots sprang up overnight, bamboo grew rapidly, its joints stood straight, the original grass grew in pieces, and the towering trees in the forest added a circle of rings.
Summer is a hot season. In the scorching sun, the fireball of nuclear fusion, dogs sticking out their tongues, cicadas chirping testily, the asphalt road is soft and the fish come out for air.
The people who worked in the hot summer sweated like rain, and the crops were wilted by sweat. They stood there lazily. Some fields that have been waiting for nectar for a long time have cracked, and farmers are cooking soup and busy pumping water for irrigation. The water hibiscus in full bloom in the pond is like the burning Olympic torch, some are in bud, the river is showing sharp corners, and dragonflies are standing on it.
In the shallow rivers, lakes and seas, leisure people enjoy sunbathing on the beach and occasionally swim in the water. It's raining, and it's ticking. The rain hits the green plums, flicking the bamboo windows and blooming the scenery of this beautiful city.
At night, the clouds collect rain and rest, the moon is thousands of miles away, the sky is full of stars, crickets play, frogs croak and have a beautiful melody, which constitutes a symphony. Summer is a magnificent season.
This season is a glorious history. 192 1 In July, a group of extraordinary people set up China on an ordinary cruise ship in Jiaxing, which opened a new era of China's indomitable spirit and independence.
1In August, 927, the extinct Jedi counterattacked and fired the first shot of the armed revolution. 1in June, 944, the allied forces successfully landed in Normandy, which opened up the second battlefield in Europe and accelerated the demise of fascist Germany.
1In August, 945, China's army defeated the Japanese fascists after eight years of bloody fighting, ending the humiliating history. China began to grow stronger, and China finally stood up independently on the international stage! Summer is a changeable, ever-changing and magnificent season, and it has been performing an exciting and magnificent history.
Life has the same summer, and now we are in such a summer. "Don't wait, white boy, empty sorrow!" We should cherish summer, constantly enrich ourselves, make life better and welcome fruitful autumn.
How hot it is this summer! In the early morning, the red sun hangs high in the east, emitting dazzling light and shining brightly on the earth. Birds are twittering in the branches, as if they can't stand the dazzling light.
On the street, people who travel are ready for sun protection: ladies hold up colorful umbrellas; Men wear fashionable sunglasses; Old people always have a big cattail leaf fan in their hands; Only the children are not afraid of anything and still run and jump freely in the sun. At noon, the sun is baking the earth, and the earth is another piece.
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6. The word "hot" is not used in the description of the combined fragment. Through the description of the scenery, the hot weather and people's hearts are expressed. A fireball-like sun hung in the blue sky in July, and the clouds seemed to be melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace. In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom, red, purple, pink and yellow, like bright spots embroidered on green carpets; Swarms of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around diligently. There is not a cloud or wind in the air. In the hot sun overhead, all the trees stood there listlessly and lazily. In the hot sun, on both sides of the road, mature grains bent down and bowed their heads in the heat. There are as many grasshoppers as grass leaves, wheat and rye fields, and wheat and rye fields. 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! The willow trees in the street look ill, and the leaves are hanging with dust and rolling on the branches, and the branches are still. The road was white, and the vendors were afraid to shout, and the plexiglass signboard at the door of the store seemed to be sunburned.
7. The composition hot in summer does not contain the word hot in summer.
Some people like vibrant spring, some people like fruitful autumn, some people like snowy winter, and I like sunny and colorful summer.
In the blue sky in July, the sun hung like a fireball, and the clouds seemed to be melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.
In the morning, it should be full of fresh air and mystery, but in summer, everything goes up in smoke. The sun burns people like fire, and the leaves of flowers, grass and trees outside are drooping. Cicada in the tree kept calling, as if to say, "It's so hot! It's so hot! " The hotter the weather, the louder the cicada calls.
At noon, it is the most rampant moment of the hot Lord, and he has no scruples about extending his claws to the world. * * * The burning sun scorched everything on the earth mercilessly, and the earth was scorched and hot, as if it were covered by a huge stove, which made people breathless. The tall, stout old willow drooped its branches listlessly, its green leaves curled, and the wind did not know where to hide. There are white clouds floating in the blue sky of Wan Li, some of which are connected together, like silvery white waves rolling in the ocean; Some layers overlap, like distant mountains. People also hide at home for fear of sunburn and heatstroke. It's comfortable to have air conditioning on and cool breeze blowing at home.
At dusk, weeping willows waved their hands gently and bid farewell to the reluctant sunset. The sky is green with dreams, waiting for the birth of the first star. The last sunset glow also faded quietly in the western sky, and the warm wind whispered back and forth in everyone's ear, announcing the arrival of the night. People also come out for air at this time, and there seem to be a few stars twinkling in the dark blue sky.
At night, there is a cool breeze. Stars appeared one after another, one, two, three ... I looked up at the starry sky by the window and saw that the sky was like a calm sea, blue and quiet. The moon is like a jade plate, and the stars around it are like gems embedded in the sky, shining like naughty children blinking. (article reading network:)
The end of summer vacation every year means another summer has passed. Whenever this happens, I feel deeply sad. This kind of sadness does not stem from the busy life that will follow after the start of school, nor from the great pressure that will come after the start of school, but from the feeling that I am one year older and mature. Playing coquetry in my mother's arms, whispering with my mother will be less and less, and the innocent happiness of childhood will never return. Every time I think about it, I will feel a great sense of fear and emptiness, which has been in my heart for a long time and has become a vague gray ending of my summer.
Oh, a vibrant and exciting summer! I don't want to follow the old theme of Haruka's autumn songs. Although it will always be addictive, I am willing to play and compose songs for you to express my praise!