A 500-word composition describing summer in the first year of junior high school
In daily life or work and study, many people have written compositions. Compositions can be divided into narrative essays, explanatory essays, practical essays, and argumentative essays according to different genres. How to write an essay to avoid making mistakes? Below are six 500-word compositions that I collected and compiled for the first grade of junior high school describing summer for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. A 500-word composition describing summer for the first grade of junior high school, Part 1
In summer, the vegetation is lush and the sounds are richer than in spring.
I don’t know what season the cuckoo was supposed to sing, but I can hear it here. The high-pitched chirping of birds that occurs all year round is especially beautiful when paired with the honest sound of cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo. I often look out the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of its beauty, but I never see the bird, only hear its sound. That's fine. If I see it, maybe I will be seen by it, and maybe it will scream unnaturally.
I was listening to the chorus of crickets in late spring, and the chorus started as soon as it got dark. Now there is no distinction between day and night. The difference is that during the day it is more like singing alone and the sound is not so loud. July is outdoors, August is in the house, September is at home, and in October crickets come under my bed. It can be seen that the relationship between people and crickets has been very close N years ago. What a terrible thing it would be if there was no sound of crickets this season! The only problem would be that it would cause a lot of noise when I record songs, which would require me to work harder in post-production.
Because the trees around the balcony are tall and dense, it was not easy for me to see seven or eight stars, but it also allowed me to listen to the sound of frogs. There is a small pond less than fifty meters in front of my window. In summer, it will be filled with small red and yellow lotus flowers that cling to the water. Croak! Croak! The slow and unhurried sound of frogs came from the pond after nightfall. I once went to the pond to look for it, but to no avail. Another one I didn't see but heard about.
The sound of falling leaves. Generally speaking, this kind of sound should be in autumn, but it also happens now. Those few fallen leaves fell from high places, but they did not fall to the ground due to the leafy appearance of the trees. They fell onto other green leaves that were now bursting with life. With a gentle snap, the new leaves collided with the old leaves, and the new leaves sandwiched the old leaves between themselves. If they survive the storms ahead, they will fall together in the fall.
Chirp Chirp Chirp As I was writing this text, a few unknown birds came outside the window, jumping around and singing happily on the big trees outside my balcony. I saw them and they were so cute. A 500-word essay describing summer in the first grade of junior high school, Part 2
The life in the countryside makes people yearn for it, the scenery in the countryside is amazing, and the countryside in summer has a unique charm. One day in the summer, our family went to my grandma’s house in the countryside.
Behind my grandma’s house is a large orchard. At this time, the loquat trees in the orchard were already covered with bunches of small loquats. Although the loquats were bright yellow, they were very attractive. I picked one and put it in my mouth, chewed it, sucked it, and suddenly, I felt... The sour and sweet juice filled my mouth. Peach trees, pear trees, apricot trees... are no exception, and they all bear small fruits one after another. Only pomegranates have just bloomed. The blooming pomegranate flowers are as red as fire and clouds. Swarms of bees were flying around on the pomegranate flowers, so busy!
To the left and right of grandma’s house are endless wheat fields. At this time, the wheat fields have been put on new golden clothes, and each wheat stalk is holding up plump ears. The wheat awns are like lines on a musical score, and each wheat ear is like a beating note. . When a gust of wind blows, the golden wheat bends and nods together, as if to welcome us. The playing of the wind set off a wave of wheat, making a pleasant sound. This is a gift from God to people, and the sound of nature makes people have endless aftertaste. Looking at the mature and plump ears of wheat, the farmer's uncle smiled broadly. At this time, the birds in the sky were also chirping, as if blessing the farmer uncle.
In front of grandma’s house is a creek. This is when the creek is at its most beautiful. The stream is always so green, as green as if it has been dyed by the surrounding green trees and grass. The stream is so clear, so clear that you can see the sand, stones and aquatic plants at the bottom of the stream, and you can also see small fish and shrimp swimming freely in the water. It's so happy! Snow-white ducks swim in the stream, sometimes in the water. Round waves are drawn on the water surface, and sometimes they dive underwater to hunt for food. At this time, the children also secretly jumped into the creek to catch fish and shrimps. There are many weeping willows planted beside the creek, and their soft branches hang down, as if a group of beautiful girls with long hair are about to rinse their hair in the creek.
The countryside in summer has both the gentleness of spring and the heat of summer. I love the countryside in summer! 500-word essay describing summer for the first grade of junior high school 3
Hot summer When it arrives, the sun is like a freshly roasted sweet potato, making the earth red and hot, even all kinds of small creatures are not spared: people are sweating like rain, and puppies stick out their tongues all day long to dissipate heat. , making a haha sound, and the flowers were burned to the point of skinny bones. Everyone was wearing short-sleeved shorts, holding fans in their hands and fanning constantly, but they still couldn't resist the power of the sun.
The trees have changed from their original bare appearance to lush branches and greenery. Adults sit under its arms, play chess and chat, while children jump and play beside it. The cicadas on the tree are also busy. There was a singing competition, and the whole park was filled with the melodious chirping of insects, "chirp! chirp!" "chirp, chirp!" At first it was the sound on this tree, and after a while it was the insects on that tree chirping. , forming the sound of nature in the summer afternoon.
When I came to the beach, looking around, the waves were like a magnificent sight when an auspicious dragon appeared. Some people on the beach were playing volleyball. Some are building sand castles, while others are sunbathing. The entire coast presents a harmonious scene. When you are tired from playing, you can soak in the cold sea water. It feels comfortable and relaxing. This is really a wonderful experience in life. What a great enjoyment!
When it comes to summer nights, everyone will definitely think of the starry night sky and the vast white Milky Way... What a beautiful artistic conception this is. When night comes, you might as well raise your head and take a closer look. Savor the feeling of bathing under the stars, and you can also discover another style of summer!
In the hot summer, in addition to enjoying the cool, playing in the water, and stargazing, you can also blow the air conditioner in the house. It is also a good choice to do what you want to do while doing it. Summer is a hot and terrible season, with typhoons that can make people laugh, and thunderstorms that are thundering, but it still has a good side after all. It fills everything in the world with a lively atmosphere, makes trees grow more lush, and the day is longer than the night, which is the embodiment of light; in short, summer is a season with clear weather and changeable climate. Composition 500 describing summer for the first grade of junior high school Chapter 4
This sound is magical. It can sometimes change a person's mood from angry to happy. The voice is also beautiful, sometimes gentle and sometimes violent. Guess, what is this sound? Yes, this is the sound of summer!
At noon in summer, the earth is like a big steamer, and people have become "human meat steamed buns." The sky is blue and cloudless. The little tree drooped its head listlessly, and the cicada shouted at the top of its voice, "It's so hot! It's so hot! - Help!" Suddenly, large dark clouds came from a distance, like a huge bed of gray torn cotton wool. The small wind blew gently, and the grass swayed slightly, making a "whispering" sound, as if to say, "It's so cool, but why is it so dark?" Then the strong wind came, and he roared while sweeping the ground. The scraps of paper rolled up like flying colorful butterflies. The grain of sand lying on the ground suddenly became proud, and it rolled in the air with the force of the wind. The willow branches by the river were blown back and forth, like whips whipping violently at low altitude. A few small trees on the roadside were bent down for a while, and then stood up again, as if they were repeatedly fighting against the strong wind. Suddenly, a dazzling lightning flashed across the sky, covering everything with a layer of silver light. Immediately afterwards there was a "bang" of thunder, and suddenly a heavy rain came like a gaping hole in the sky. The rain was getting heavier, the thunder was getting louder, and the whole earth seemed to be shaking. I looked out through the glass window and couldn't see anything clearly in the distance, only the mist of mist in the space. The rain hit the roof opposite, splashing water, and the roof was covered with a layer of smoke. A large stream of water rushed down from the eaves, and the yard was suddenly filled with water. Big trees and small trees danced wildly in the heavy rain, shouting, as if cheering for the coming rainstorm.
An hour later, the rain stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, the sun showed its smiling face, and the earth became extremely bright again. The mountains in the distance have been washed away from the dust and become more lush, and the air after the rain is particularly fresh. A beautiful rainbow appeared in the blue sky. The houses and roads were washed clean, and the trees looked green. Suddenly there were many people on the street again, and sparrows flew back and forth among the branches again, singing songs.
This is the sound I love. A 500-word composition describing summer in the first year of junior high school Part 5
I took a photo of a scene full of vitality. The scenery was like a newborn chick breaking out of its shell, showing all its vitality and starting a new journey. .
What I see in my eyes is that the fulfilling labor is always accompanied by the noise of cicadas, which is just like people's love for life. Construction workers sweat profusely under the scorching sun and contribute their part to the city's buildings. Sanitation workers sweat profusely while cleaning the roads. The scorching sun shines on their weather-beaten faces, making their cheeks red. They are responsible for cleaning. Trash in every corner of the city. On the farmland in the countryside, the farmer uncle was working on the ridge of the field. His clothes on his chest were soaked with sweat. He picked up the blackened towel he was wiping on his shoulder. He picked up the kettle on the edge of the field and put it to his mouth. He drank the water in a gurgling manner. The corner of his mouth started to get busy again. The workers who were handing out leaflets outside the mall could only use leaflets to incite them non-stop.
And in this summer, I am running back and forth as much as I need to, enjoying the busy and fulfilling new experience. We are all making the final sprint towards the end of autumn. When I listen with my shell, in summer, the scenery of the sea shows infinite vitality in the blue. Perhaps there are many shots in summer, such as the turbulent waves under the sky, and people spraying the cool sea water on their bodies, bringing them temporary coolness. This picture has a breathtaking color. The sand on the beach is golden, and the summer shots are of sparkling waves. From near to far, the sound of the summer rainstorm gradually becomes louder and louder, forming a grand movement composed of rain sounds. I saw the flickering light through the cloud curtain, and with the sound of rain, first a drop, it became louder and louder, and the scenery became hazy. The hustle and bustle of summer was suddenly refreshed, and everything was dripping with water and mouth-watering. There seems to be a lot of immortal nectar hidden in the thick veins of the leaves under the bright sun.
Looking up at the dazzling starry sky in the evening breeze, under this scenery, I remembered a childhood nursery rhyme "Insects Flying" "The black sky hangs low, the bright sky is full of stars." The bright stars are accompanying us.”
This summer is hot, noisy, and busy. Summer is the time to prepare for the autumn harvest, and spring sowing requires hard work. Only in this way will there be a full harvest in autumn. In the midst of this busyness, I saw scenes of people being busy and working hard. In such a summer, I have to do my part to enrich this summer. A 500-word composition describing summer for the first grade of junior high school, Part 6
The warm wind blows, and everything in the world is awakened. Spring is probably the most beautiful and full of vitality. The beautiful red flowers and green grass are rushing to the scene, but the cicada buried deep in the ground is experiencing the most painful time in its life.
Late spring is here, many flowers have begun to wither, but the spring of the cicada has not yet come. It is enduring the suffering underground, and it is looking forward to the arrival of its own spring. This spring is very important to it. It's really too far away. It has been waiting in the darkness, humidity, and loneliness for too long, but it believes that there will eventually be a season for itself. Then it can sing. It would rather endure anything for this day to come.
The fragrant soil and the crisp birdsong make the cicada slowly wake up. It decides that although this kind of life is difficult, it must persevere for its dream. In the boundless darkness, it waits quietly, waiting for the arrival of summer, waiting for the dawn of dawn.
Dreams give cicada strength, and dreams make it learn to persevere. During the long and painful wait, the cicada always believed that one day he would sing loudly. Slowly it moved, and then it hit the shell that bound itself hard. It imagines how wonderful the world outside is, which makes it even more powerful. Finally, a crack opened on his back. This crack allowed him to see hope, and he would make every effort to pursue his dream. The time before happiness comes is destined to be painful. It rested for a while and then bumped hard, and finally a hole was broken in the shell.
The hole was so small that it shrank its body hard and pushed up along the small hole. Finally, it got out and left the place that made it sad. It tried to sing, but at first its voice was so weak, but after drinking the clear dew and gathering courage, the cicada finally sang loudly, singing the sound of summer.
There will always be happiness in pain, as long as you pay, you will gain something. But what about people? Shouldn’t we learn from the cicada’s spirit? Shouldn’t we learn from its persistence and perseverance? In the journey of life, if there are no ups and downs and hardships, how can there be a gorgeous rainbow without wind and rain?
Whenever I hear the cry of cicadas in the summer, I feel like I hear it blowing the horn of progress. This wonderful sound of summer is the sound of brave men forging ahead.