Excerpts from beautiful summer sentences of not less than 200 words.
Summer evening. Waves of gentle little north wind floated from Wanda Valley and swept Mudanjiang, blowing the fragrance in the orchard, the coolness on the river and the slightest waves into Longquan Town, Jiang Nanan. Gradually, the heat and noise in the town subsided. Poplars and weeping willows on the roadside, lilacs and begonia in the yard, all woke up from the drowsiness in the hot summer. The breeze rustled among the green leaves and the flowers floated quietly under the eaves. Everything is pleasant and quiet. The whole town lined up along the river, like a giant lying on his back, is using all its body and mind to feel the elegance of the evening breeze and enjoy the faint fragrance and moist coolness in the wind.
The May breeze, with the fragrance of roadside Sophora japonica, gently blows the cheeks and temples of passers-by, blows people's hearts and gently soothes them, just like the hands of a loving mother.
The wind is gentle, often because it blows from a forest full of flowers, bringing fragrance from afar, attaching to a moist vapor breath, rubbing your face and gently surrounding your shoulders and waist. This simple breathing is endless pleasure. ...
2. A paragraph describing the summer scenery is 200 words. In July, the sky is blue and the sun is like a fireball. The cloud seems to have melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.
Spring goes with the falling flowers, and summer comes with green leaves in the warm wind.
The early summer sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with shiny spots the size of copper coins.
The wind blows with a slight warmth, and cuckoos sing from time to time. It is telling us: "Spring is over."
Grass, reeds and red, white and purple wildflowers are steamed by the fiery red sun hanging high in the air, and the air is filled with sweet and intoxicated breath.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Under the scorching sun, on both sides of the road, ripe grains bent down and lowered their heads in the heat. Grasshoppers, like grass leaves, make a weak and noisy sound in wheat fields and rye fields, among the reeds on the shore.
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.
It's sweltering and there's not a breath of wind. 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.
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.
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. The road was white, and the vendors didn't dare to shout. The plexiglass signboard at the door of the store seemed to be sunburned.
Summer is a concerto. It is sometimes strong and sometimes weak, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. Listen carefully, you will be fascinated by it!
In the morning, some unknown bugs are cooing, just like the opening words of a piano soloist.
At 9 o'clock and 10, the insects began to sing in unison, slugs were singing, cicadas were chirping, and many other unknown insects were echoing, making various harmonies.
At noon, the weather suddenly became less sunny and it began to rain cats and dogs. The sound of rain is like an ensemble of cello and clarinet, accompanied by the sound of "ding-"from time to time.
In the evening, the breeze is blowing gently, and the rain seems to be getting smaller. The violinist of the Insect Band began to play lyric songs. The rustling of light rain on the leaves is a hammer, swinging rhythmically.
When I woke up, I felt that the rain had stopped, and the frog presented the end of this concerto. The ending is melodious and melodious, which makes everyone fascinated and memorable.
Ah! How wonderful this "Song of Summer" played by nature is!
3. Words describing the scenery in summer (about 200 words) In summer, flowers and trees are the most vigorous, trees are everywhere shaded and lush, and flowers are everywhere. Looking around, there is a sea of flowers and trees. The leaves are all green. In warm Xia Feng, rolling up handfuls of green fans to cool down also brings cool air to people enjoying the cool under the trees. Flowers bloom more beautifully in summer, and the hot weather is still fighting for beauty. We must compare them, but they are all particularly beautiful and comparable under the scorching sun. The grass in summer is particularly beautiful. Standing in the scorching sun without weakness, we try our best to stand up so that people can step on it and not fall down, which has become a beautiful scenery on the horizon.
The weather in summer is like a monkey's face. One day it will be clear in Wan Li, and the next it will rain cats and dogs, which makes people wonder what to do. No wonder every rain in summer comes so suddenly that you are caught off guard and fall like water. After a while, the ground was full of water. Raindrops are as big as pebbles in the sand and as dense as dust on the ground. Summer rain is not as gentle as spring rain and autumn rain's mother's hand touching your face, but it hurts to hit your face, but it is much cooler after a storm.
The sky in summer is also the most beautiful among the four seasons. In the morning, the sky is as blue as washed sapphire, and the clouds are as white as ivory hair on a lamb. In the world, it is as beautiful and unique as an excellent ink painting with only blue and white rendering and no ink lines. The night sky in summer is also beautiful, thick and dark, like a bottle of ink splashed on white paper, but there are thousands of "bright lights" and a "big lantern" for you to see.
4. Excerpts from good sentences and paragraphs written in summer scenery. Rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves a soft web and nets the whole autumn world.
The sky is dark, too, like the roof of an old house covered with cobwebs. The pile of gray clouds in the sky is like white powder peeling off the roof.
Under the cover of this old roof, everything looks extremely dull. The green pomegranates, mulberry trees and vines in the garden only represent the prosperity of the past summer, but now they have become the remains of ancient Roman architecture, shivering in the rustling rain and recalling the glorious past.
The color of grass has turned into melancholy yellow, and fresh flowers can no longer be found underground; The delicate daffodils planted outside the dormitory wall hung their heads with tears in their eyes, lamenting their bad luck there. It was only two sunny days, and it was such a moldy rainy day. Only the sweet-scented osmanthus in the corner, the branches have been decorated with several precious buds as gold, carefully hidden under the green oval leaves, revealing a little hope of new life germination.
Throughout the year, white and sun, that eternal dripping, has become a magical note to awaken the vitality of nature, blessed to all things, to the excitement of the world. There is a smart drizzle in early spring: "The rain in the sky is crisp, and the grass color is far from close", so the drizzle with light dust but not wet clothes gives birth to the grass color, which is as smooth as a picture.
"Good rain knows the season, when spring comes", good rain is good rain! When everything needs her, she will float in the air, "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently." It is a joyful spring rain character to choose a night that does not hinder people's work. After dusk, the vegetation grows longer and longer, with green hills all the way, clouds suddenly rising and dragonflies' tails low. Summer rain brought an eye-catching "lotus cup turned over by the wind, and the rain-washed durian was redder". Looking from a distance, the village girl takes lotus as an umbrella, the shepherd boy walks around drunk, watching Changhong with a smile on his back, or an ink painting of farmers playing in the rain, which makes people linger; "Autumn rain shakes the dust, it is cool and clear in the summer, and it begins to clear up", and the autumn rain is getting cold and sighing, and the flowers are thin and yellow; Winter rain does not leave a name. "How many years of life, how to keep a winter, how to stop the east wind, how many azaleas are decorated in the rain".
Describe the snow: I saw a vast expanse of whiteness between heaven and earth. Snow fell from the sky and a white tent was pulled around, and the earth immediately turned white.
I can't help but think of a poem, "Like spring breeze, night comes and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees". How beautiful! Snow is as white as jade. Is it General Xiaotian sent by the Heavenly Palace or the jade leaf falling from the laurel tree in the Moon Palace? Snowflakes are like beautiful jade butterflies, dancing with ecstasy; Like a dandelion blown off; Like flying; Like a little white flower given by an angel; Scattered and gathered, fluttering leisurely, gently Ying Ying, is undoubtedly the masterpiece of the earth! I saw the snow in front of me as naughty as a butterfly, falling under the eaves for a while, falling on the branches for a while, and floating on the faces of pedestrians from time to time. Second, describe the scene: The 100-meter dash will begin soon.
Cheerleaders cheered hysterically on both sides of the brand-new plastic runway. The judge conscientiously enforced the legal record.
Yan Yan's dynamic and quiet scene excited the audience. The following 400 meters, 800 meters, 1000 meters long-distance running are all big events that show the love of teammates. Long-distance runners let their strong legs run forward on the runway in a nearly perfect posture, and they are thinking about their goals with indomitable will.
The classmates and friends who ran with them brought their friendship to the extreme. Panting, they kept cheering for their athletes. After reaching the finish line, the athletes quickly handed towels and drinks and supported jogging on the runway.
The scene on the track and field is full of competition, but it is full of friendly atmosphere everywhere. Third, use Asahi to describe the rosy clouds rising on the sea. Plum blossoms and green willows bring spring to the river, yellow birds sing in warm spring, and sunshine turns apple grass green.
We waited for about half an hour at dawn, only to see the rising sun show a small corner, reflecting the morning glow, just like molten steel pouring out of a blast furnace, radiant, making people dare not open their eyes and look straight. After a while, the red sun rose slowly, shining in the sea of clouds, colorful and brilliant.
At that time, it happened that there was a strong mountain wind blowing, the clouds were scattered, the peaks and valleys were green, and they were hidden in the colorful sea of clouds, changing rapidly, just like the patterns on the brocade, each with its own merits. This kind of scenery glows, which is hard to see even in color pictures and movies. 5. Describe that the sun is about to set on the horizon far from sunset, and the sunset in the western sky is waving gorgeous scarves. Golden grass is everywhere. The evening breeze is blowing, and the branches of Setaria are shaking a lyric poem at dusk. Rows of white huts appear, exquisite as fairy tales and beautiful as dreams. 6. Then, the secret is the treasure house of the soul, and it is a touch of light of the soul.
Didn't you say that you can only be a real person if you have secrets in your heart? If reading is the cornerstone of life and combing the feathers of life, then practice is to build the temple of life and train the wings of life. Can life really stand and fly between heaven and earth after practice? Home can extend far and wide, including the world; Home can be very small, and only two people can fight as a bee.
Home can be tree-lined and prosperous, surrounded by a paradise for small birds. Home can be a mess, a river of blood, and be built into a death row for men and women.
The key is that every member is both a king and a soldier, so we should build it to guard it, adjust domestic and foreign affairs harmoniously and handle border defense well. Running for happiness, we are trying to find it.
However, where is happiness? Happiness should be a cool oasis in the desert, for the mountains and rivers we are eager to see, but we only see a few clusters of seabuckthorn in the end; Happiness should be a shining pearl in the sea, right? We waded into the river, explored the sea and looked for traces, but in the end we only found a few shells; Happiness should be a comfortable castle during the journey, right? Hungry and thirsty, we went for a walk in the evening and finally found a simple room; Happiness should be the peach and apricot orchard beyond the mountain, right? We went through a lot of hardships and were panting, but in the end we only saw a few bends of weeping willows and grass. In fact, we should not idealize happiness too much. There is no complete happiness in the world.
All thoughts that can stimulate vitality are beautiful. There is only one enemy, and that is selfishness. It can make the spring of life turbid and dry, and it can make the sky of the soul narrow and dark.
It can dim the ideal star. Strive to inspire the light and strength in your heart, and inspire selfless love and dedication.
Open the ancient poetry, you can taste the poet's profound thoughts and feelings one by one, and then think and feel. After seeing Wang Wei and Meng Haoran, you will know what it means to love mountains and rivers. After reading Du Fu and Bai Juyi, you will know what caring complex is. After reading Xin Qiji and Lu You, you will know what patriotism is.
In reading and taste, you have been integrated with poets, which has subtly improved your moral cultivation and aesthetic taste. Some people pursue fame by hook or by crook, and as a result, their reputation is ruined; Lei Feng never leaves a name when doing good deeds, and enjoys a high reputation in China. Some people want to write down words that will remain in the world for a long time, and the result is quickly forgotten; Lu Xun only wishes that his articles will decay quickly, but they will last forever.
How many articles can I keep? The sky is full of stars, only a crescent moon is taken. Some people try their best to live a long life and end up doing nothing in their lives.
Wang Bo died young, but left a permanent farewell. How many people are famous in the world? Only diamonds shine in the Ganges.
How many people have paid attention to history through the ages? Big waves wash sand, only a little real gold is left. What kind of book is Life? Some people are plain and gentle, but his life track is rich and delicate; Some people have many difficulties, but his book of life is fascinating; Some people have a successful career, but his book of life is unbearable.
The color of spring is cool and green, such as blue waves and tender bamboo, full of infinite hope. The color of autumn is fiery red, such as sunset glow and red leaves, which marks the perfection of everything.
The color of autumn is warm yellow, such as golden ears of wheat and sorghum, rippling with the joy of harvest. The lazy man's messy footprint, wandering backwards, is a confession written on the road of life; Hard-working people's solid and powerful footprints are courageously engraved on dangerous peaks.
6. Excerpt from an article about happiness in summer. If it's about scenery, I like summer best all year round, because the scenery is pleasant.
In summer, my favorite is charming green grass, which is like a green carpet in front of my eyes. It is as green as jade and as green as jade breeze. Grass seems to be very satisfied with you, and sometimes bows to you, as if to say: welcome, I hope I can bring you happiness.
I also like hibiscus flowers and lovers Haitang in summer. Every flower they bloom is like a small red flower in an evergreen tree. The hibiscus flower is pink, and the couple Begonia flower is orange and winged, like an angel growing up in a stamen. As the saying goes, no matter how beautiful a flower is, it is not beautiful without green leaves, and leaves are indispensable. There are many shapes of flowers: there are needle-shaped oval leaves, not only green, but also red and yellow, which add a color to nature.