美好的夏季 600字高中英语作文

　　I love the four seasons, because they all have a unique place, spring, summer, autumn, winter cold. However, in comparison, I like summer more! Summer, is a fantasy season, everyone in the summer of weave their own beautiful dream,, is a full of exuberant pathein machine season, whether it is day flying off flying birds, or the river fish swimming, have fully demonstrated the existence of life; summer, is a a beautiful painting, there are green grass, red flowers, blue sky, white clouds, and the stretch as far as eye can see the colorful earth...... Summer morning is cool, look, the moon is not down, it put a soft silver generously to the thin layer of mist. So, the fog in the flow, the flow of silver, the earth shine brightly. The clear river is flowing slowly, flashing sparkling. The shore grass kiss the morning dew, the village whispers in the breeze, as if to say what, I think, it must to remind us to seize the time to learn,do not waste this precious time. Summer noon is depressed, the burning sun baked earth like pit real hot, there is no trace of wind, road sand seemed is flashing light, hot mixing in the air, everywhere play summer power. The dogs are climbing stick out your tongue on the ground, even the trees on the crow also mouth breathing, a little breeze occasionally blowing, and heat waves, people are hiding in the house, the earth a quiet, only that cicada also tirelessly called "cicadas, cicadas, cicada......"

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　　"No flowers, no trees, no one knows I is a tree grass......" Whenever I hear this song is the song, I will can't help humming. This is a song I very love song, gently sing it, I seem to see the green grass, look to the strong, unknown to the public small life. In the garden, in the garden, in the field, you can see the green, tender tender, scattered with its unique smell of grass. It is not bright brilliant flowers, tall and no trees, only to give it a little soil, it can stand. I love these humble grass. Spring girl feet just stepped out, the grass has to sneak into a small head, shook hands to greet the arrival of spring. Wait until the spring wind blowing, rain baptism, the grass is unable to hold oneself back to the earth mother of a green. Look, here is a piece of, there is a shiny, green, green, luring people, I couldn't help barefoot step up, soft, the exciting moment...... Hits two to roll in the above son, or a long run, very happy. Small grass, I bring is fun and happy mood. In the twinkling of an eye, hot summer season. The sun like a big ball of fire, as if to put all things on earth are cooked like. Roadside tree leaves drily hung, the mighty flowers Yan Yan to roll up the beautiful petals, only the grass, still standing it small body, as if holding a spear, and without a fight to the death of the sun. The sun is angry, turned, ordered the thunder electric mother to teach, suddenly, cloudy, -- lose one's temper, bean like big rain pouring down, hit the earth. Fear and trembling leaves feather