Strolling to the park, the sun is shining and everything is gilded. High-rise buildings in the distance are like palaces in fairy tales against the sun, and people are also shining with the truest smiles. As soon as you walk into the park, you can feel the vitality of nature. The wind, blowing gently, is like an elf whispering in your ear. The water waves rippled slightly, and then a kind of psychedelic beauty flashed before my eyes. Flowers and grass dance silently with the wind, show themselves in silent language, and dew is dotted on them, shining like diamonds with the arrival of sunshine.
Walking on the path, the willows on the roadside are greener than in spring, like literati, gentle and elegant. Walking, I feel that I am the only one in the world, and my heart is very peaceful, quietly feeling the vitality emitted by nature. Go to a place, smell a wisp of flowers and look up. It turned out to be a lotus flower. Lotus stands proudly and quietly ... giving people a feeling that "it can only be seen from a distance, but it can't be blasphemed". It is so noble and sacred that it deserves to be called "out of the mud without being stained." As the fragrance of flowers approaches, it becomes rich and refreshing, just like its owner. The lotus leaf holds the lotus dutifully, and the fish play freely in the water, just like a picture scroll, which can't bear to be disturbed for a long time.
On the way home, I quietly recalled that special feeling just now. There is no teacher's instruction, no parents' verbosity, only one person, who is quietly experiencing this summer morning. ...
Summer morning, 500 words 2 "A year's plan lies in spring, a day's plan lies in the morning", this sentence is true, morning is the most beautiful in a day, especially in summer.
In the morning, I woke up from my sleep and opened the window. The fresh and sweet air comes to my face, which makes people feel very refreshing. There are many white clouds floating in the dark blue sky. Some of them are like soft cotton candy, some are like lovely lambs, and some are like cows. Looking at Xia Hong in the east, the sun rushed out of the horizon, revealing half a face.
Looking at the beautiful scenery, I couldn't stop, put on my clothes and came out. When I came to the park, an intoxicating fragrance of flowers got into my nostrils. Before I came to the flower bed, there were many bloom, including passionate roses, romantic roses, lovely flowers ... among them, the most beautiful one is roses. Some rose red as fire, some pink as chardonnay, and some white as snow. There is a cool lawn next to the flower bed, which looks like putting on a green dress for a beautiful park, with a few small flowers dotted inside. These little flowers attracted several butterflies, who regarded the flowers as a stage, like several slim girls, as if competing for the most beautiful. There are some big trees beside the lawn. They looked at the beautiful scenery of the park like soldiers.
Out of the park, walk along the stone road and come to a pond. The weeping willows around the pond made a simple wreath for the pond, and the birds jumped back and forth between the weeping willows, like the hairpin of a weeping willow girl. The lotus leaf in the middle of the pond is like a big green disc, and the lotus flower dances in it like a girl. Brother frog croaked on the lotus leaf, as if he were accompanying the lotus. The little fish shuttled freely in the water, as if telling their companions about their good dreams last night. Looking at this beautiful scenery, I feel like a small fish swimming freely in the water. ...
In front of the pond is a fitness square, which is crowded with people. Some grandfathers are playing Tai Chi, some grandmothers are playing waist drums, and some adults are playing badminton. Not to be outdone, we children play in the square with skateboards, adding infinite vitality to the square.
People think spring mornings are fresh, but I think summer mornings are more beautiful.
In the summer morning, I heard some noises in the dim light of 500 words. So, I raised my heavy eyelids and wanted to have a look-it turned out that my sister was pulling the curtains. At this time, the dazzling sunshine directly entered my eyes. Suddenly, my sister jumped into my bed and I was shocked. She leaned over my ear and shouted, "Sister, get up!" . She is really a soprano genius, and her shrill voice stung my eardrum. I really admire my earthquake-resistant ability and have to be glad that I am not deaf. Early in the morning, this guy came to disturb people's dreams, which made people fly into a rage, but he was afraid of the power of the peerless martial arts "Nine Yin and White Bone Claw" and refused to "armed resistance". As a result, I adopted a soft attack policy-coquetry (this policy can be used by both men and women).
"It's still early, let me sleep, my good sister!"
"No, what time is it? Still sleeping! "
"For a while, just for a while!"
"no! Or I'll tell dad, hum! " My sister took a tough attitude and adopted a threatening policy.
Alas! Finally, he was defeated and planted in the hands of this sly little fox, which made people sigh: "God! Earth! Why give me a savage sister! " Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in my mind, and I kicked my high heels and continued my bedridden action.
"Hey hey! The Tao is one foot high, and the devil is ten feet high! What do I think you should do? " I thought to myself.
At this time, a mother named Cheng ordered me to get up at once. Helpless, people are angry. Under the pressure of all parties, I surrendered with a white flag and barely got up. So I went to the toilet in my groping (because I was in a semi-sleepwalking state, it was called "groping") and finished the necessary homework-brushing my teeth and washing my face.
When everything is ready, I open the window and take a few deep breaths of fresh air to stay awake. However, this air is mixed with the fragrance of earth, with the unique lazy breath of summer, and I am "hypnotized" again.
Alas, it's another summer morning!
Summer morning, 500 words 4 morning, my grandmother and I went for a walk in the mountains, and just went out, we were hit by a breeze.
A refreshing wind came face to face, which made my grandmother and I feel very fresh. The green grass is covered with dew, telling people the coolness in the morning. A breeze blew, and the grass waved its gentle little hands to meet us and welcome us. After a while, Grandfather Sun went to work on time, and rose from Ran Ran in the east, emitting dazzling golden light, showing his enthusiasm in summer.
We walked on the forest path, breathing the breath of nature. The forest is shrouded in a thin layer of fog, presenting a poetic fairyland. The air in the morning is so fragrant that people are intoxicated with the beautiful scenery for a long time, reaching out as if they can touch all living things. The sun shone slowly into the Woods, the fog gradually dispersed, and the Woods showed wisps of golden light. What a vibrant scene!
The trees on both sides are very tall, the branches are swaying by the wind, and the trees are very long and there is no activity. A few birds flew from a distance and landed on the branches, chirping, adding a little beauty to the morning. Colorful flowers on both sides attracted many hardworking bees, and they also started a busy day.
A breeze blew, and the fragrance of flowers and trees came to the nose, which was refreshing. Summer morning is so cool, so beautiful, so cozy, so comfortable and relaxed. Summer morning, like a fairy with a magic pen, always paints everything vibrant and colorful, making everything in the world full of aura.
Summer morning, 500 words 5 summer is ordinary, it is not as gorgeous as spring, not as golden as autumn, not as white as winter, but its unique fiery is incomparable at any time. Summer morning is beautiful!
In the morning, I was awakened by the strong sunshine. I slowly opened my eyes and ran to the top of the mountain to wash my face. "Wow!" I can't help admiring. The fog is all over the sky, and the whole mountain peak is shrouded in fog, which seems to cast a mysterious veil on the mountain peak, just like a fairyland. Especially the opposite mountain, as if wearing a hat made of white clouds, it was not firm and dispersed in a few minutes. I think: people who live in tall buildings are comfortable! Standing at the window, white clouds floated in front of him. He closed his eyes slightly and meditated on it like a fairy ... The Yangtze River is also good. White clouds are constantly floating over the Yangtze River, as if looking in the mirror! Other white clouds seem to steal the mirror and become rabbits, planes, trucks and birds. It's really foggy and changeable!
Watching, they gradually dispersed, and I came to the park alone. The morning glory in the park blooms very early and is colorful, like a trumpet. After listening carefully, a morning song gently sounded in my ear, melodious and tactfully ... and the Chinese rose flowers there are competing to open, and the gardenias next to them are not idle. Snow-white flowers exude fragrance silently and look like fairies. Gradually, there were more people in the square, some playing Tai Ji Chuan, some dancing in square dance and some playing badminton. ...
Ah! What a beautiful summer morning! Very simple but infinitely beautiful!
Summer morning, 500 words 6 That summer morning, I got up early because I was going to Mount Emei to watch the sunrise.
This summer, my family traveled to Sichuan together, and one of them was to go to Mount Emei to watch the sunrise.
With the faint light of the flashlight, we stepped into the boundless darkness and embarked on a journey. We never slow down, because I believe I can watch the sunrise.
In Jinding, I was caught in a long wait. Suddenly, in the chaos, an invisible hand tore a faint white light, and then on top of that white light, the turbidity was photographed by the big hand piece by piece, revealing its original color-grayish white, and then the top slowly turned white, but the bottom was still dark. I think it's looking at the clouds. At first, I was confused about its color, but it was roasted by blazing fire moxibustion from underground, from pure white to stained with a trace of red, to orange, and then to orange to red. I think that's where the sun rises. Ah, it's really burning! There was a commotion in the crowd, and Grandpa Sun slowly stretched out his smooth baldness, but unexpectedly, Grandpa Sun actually stuck his head out of the darkness. Then after a night's sleep, my swollen face was revealed. The chaos around us was broken, and countless people's cameras flashed, trying to record this moment. Grandpa Sun smiled at people and climbed up step by step with the cheers of everyone and the help of his assistant (flaming cloud).
Grandpa Sun's light began to shine on the earth and our hearts. We are very excited. This is what people cannot expect. I finally saw it. Grandpa Sun is really out of the mountain. Darkness is another rolling mountain. In a flash, I saw the ten-square Pu Xian statue bathed in golden light. ...
I like this trip. In the early morning of that summer, I loved the sunrise more. I like to watch that extremely short (only about 3 minutes) but extremely beautiful, gorgeous and brilliant moment. I prefer my fate with sunrise.
In the summer morning, everything in life is beautiful. Sometimes, when you are busy, take a break, stop and have a good look at the world, and you will find that the world is actually very beautiful.
In the morning, I was awakened by the ringing of my mobile phone. Sleepy, I vaguely answered the phone and looked at the time. It is only six o'clock. I want to sleep again. A beam of sunlight shone into the room. I looked up at the window. What a beautiful scenery! I was attracted at once, put on my clothes and came to the balcony. I am deeply immersed in this charming scenery.
The golden sunshine is warm in the body, but it is not very dazzling. The whole world is like a layer of gold gauze, which makes people who get up early for work shine. The clouds in the sky are all golden, floating in the sky like cotton candy. A cool breeze is blowing, and the fresh and sweet air has a faint smell of grass, which makes people feel very comfortable. Birds twittering in the branches are telling the joy in their hearts, which is in line with this picture. A very beautiful and harmonious picture is intoxicating, and I really want to shout "good morning".
Although it is still early, people are still very busy. The kitchen in front of the house has been smoking, and there are no fewer cars on the road. People always come and go. It is said that a year's plan lies in the morning, which is true. People can often be seen doing morning exercises and running in front. It's a pity to think that I get up so late every day and waste so much precious time. After a while, the sun rose into the air and people's day began. There were all kinds of cars coming and going on the quiet path just now. People who were just carefree suddenly got busy, and the whole world seemed to wake up suddenly. The silence just now turned into a commotion. I hope time can stay at that moment. It is so quiet and peaceful that a clear spring rises in people's hearts and they can calm down and enjoy the world.
What a beautiful summer morning! In fact, beauty has always been around us, depending on whether you can find it.
In the summer morning, when I was dreaming a beautiful dream, I was awakened by the sound of the alarm clock. I barely opened my eyes, and a beautiful day began in the morning.
After breakfast, my parents went to pick cucumbers in the field. I prepare my homework at home alone. Ding's telephone ring interrupted me. It turned out that my dad was on the other end of the phone, saying that there were too many cucumbers today and he wanted my help.
I rode my bike alone, and the sun just came out. After a while, I arrived at my destination. The first thing that caught my eye was a lush cucumber rack. Cucumber flowers seem to add a little vitality to the green leaves, and bees compete to collect nectar. Cucumber dressed in green and covered with thorns is hidden among them, waiting for us to find it.
I couldn't wait to ask how to choose, so I went in with my basket. But I haven't picked a few yet, and I found that my hands and arms have been scratched red by thorny leaves, which is burning and painful. My hands are still covered with cucumber juice, so I can't wipe them off. I was just about to start complaining, but I saw my mother's hands covered with calluses and little cucumber juice on them, but I skillfully picked cucumbers and looked down. The pain in my hands is nothing compared with my mother's, and the complaint in my heart can't help but become a kind of motivation.
In a short time, I picked a full basket and proudly showed off the fruits of my labor to my parents, who said it was unqualified. It turned out that I "took down" cucumbers when I saw them, and I killed those tender ones by mistake.
Under the guidance of my parents, I raised my arms and walked into the cucumber rack again. This time, I didn't complain. I carefully parted the cucumber leaves and looked for the cooked cucumber hidden inside. Sweat dripped on the cucumber floor like beans. After picking a basket, I am going to let my parents inspect the goods. This time, I finally passed the test. With the joint efforts of my parents and me, I finally finished the task.
I decided to come and work with my parents every morning in the future, just to make them suffer less.
This summer morning, I learned to persist and be patient with everything. ...
Summer morning, five hundred words in September, dragging a long skirt and turning around-behind the hazy sunshine, summer showed a smiling face.
In July, summer came and it rained.
It has been raining intermittently, and the raindrops are beating on the windows like cheerful drums. The sun shrank from the clouds and refused to show up.
The heavy rain washed the ground and the soil was washed away. Sparrows fluttered into the branches and leaves of trees, and the cat in the yard cocked its tail and fled under the eaves.
Every morning when I see such a ray of rain, I feel three points gray.
It's a Sunday morning. Unexpectedly, Bigger finally stopped-the sun leaked from the cracks in the clouds and plated the green leaves of the camphor tree at the door with a layer of gold; Some water has accumulated in the pits in the mud, which also reflects the true colors of sunshine. The sparrow finally came down from the tree, stepped on the wet mud and carefully looked for something to eat.
I stood outside the window, counting the beats of the wind pushing the leaves, and watching the sun dance with the leaves was not dazzling.
Suddenly, one or two agile shadows jumped into the picture, disrupting the rhythm of the world-a big cat with a kitten jumped into the trash can and fiddled with something with its claws.
When was this kitten born? Is it in that continuous rainy day? I never thought that such a lively life could be born in summer, although I am a little thin. The kitten has four hooves in the snow and a circle of white hair around its neck. It rummaged through the garbage for a while, suddenly picked up something, passed by the big cat and ran away.
The big cat still in the trash can froze for two or three seconds before jumping down angrily and chasing the naughty boy who had no shadow. After a while, the yard was quiet again, and the wind was still blowing gently.
But this summer morning is different from other mornings in summer. Not only because I met the long-lost sunshine, but also because I captured two figures, one big and one small. My world is slightly shaken by these two sunny lives.
Summer morning, 500 words 10 morning, cool breeze blowing gently, white clouds fluttering slowly. Grandpa took me to Ganzhou Central Park for exercise.
Walking into the park, you can see the clear water on the lake. There are beautiful and colorful water lilies on the lake. Green leaves are like handfuls of small umbrellas, which bring a lot of coolness to the fish in the water. Among the green leaves, the blooming water lilies are tall and elegant with different colors, and selflessly dedicate their sweet and fragrant parts to those who love beauty.
The mother duck and her children are playing, frolicking and swimming on the lake. Another flock of wild ducks skimmed the lake and spread their wings. Sometimes they fly high, sometimes they fly low, and sometimes they land on the water and splash a series of water.
The weeping willows by the lake waved to us in the breeze. I came to the zigzag bridge with a brisk pace. There are more than a dozen strong piers under the bridge, which stand in the lake and firmly support the bridge deck. The bridge is paved with neat granite stones. Exquisite patterns are carved on both sides of the bridge. Some are carved with innocent animals, while others are carved with clusters of blooming flowers. This exquisite craft has formed a beautiful landscape.
Grandpa and I ran back and forth to the rockery. This rockery is made up of various kinds of strange stones. Water flows down from the rockery, forming a small waterfall. The water flowing down from the waterfall splashed countless small splashes, like sparkling pearls, which looked really lifelike.
The breeze blew, the willows swayed their branches gently, and the lake rippled. It is cool and comfortable here. The scenery in Central Park is really beautiful. My heart is full of happiness and laughter. What a beautiful summer morning!
Summer morning, 500 words 1 1 early summer holiday, early morning.
The faint sunshine is looming in the clouds, and it shines into my room through the cracks in the curtains. I sat up lazily in bed, stretched myself, rubbed my eyes and finished my breakfast in a daze. Under the coercion of my mother, I left home and went out for a walk.
Walking on the park path, the breeze blows on my face, and the wind is mixed with the unique fragrance of flowers in the morning. Birds sing melodious and comfortable songs with beautiful voices, which makes me feel the fresh and simple atmosphere of nature. Being in this special natural atmosphere, I experienced unprecedented relaxation and pleasure. I sat in a small wooden chair in the shade of the tree, put on my headphones and closed my eyes. The quiet and cool morning breeze blew through my hair and my face. What a cool and leisurely morning!
But before long, the sun emerged from the clouds. The sun is no longer so bright and soft, but becomes dazzling. My eyes narrowed into a crack and I walked along the path under the eaves next to me. The sun is getting stronger and the air is getting hotter and hotter. After a short walk, sweat almost soaked my clothes, my hair stuck to my back, and my nose was sweaty, which was very uncomfortable. At this time, in my mind, air conditioners, electric fans, summer mats and other things can make you cool all summer. When I think of my normal summer vacation, I always stay at home, blowing air conditioning, drinking cold drinks and ice cream, watching novels and movies ... all these are paradise enjoyment for me.
I quickly picked up my schoolbag and prepared to go home. Suddenly saw the neighbor's puppy sticking out its tongue; There are ripples on the lake. Under the sunlight, the lake is dazzling blue. Cicada and frog kept barking and made a strong response to the hot summer day.
When I got home, I turned on the air conditioner and thought and thought. ...
This is the beauty of summer morning! It is different from the warmth of spring, the maturity of autumn and the silence of winter, and has unique beauty; It is unrestrained and enthusiastic, accompanying us through one festival after another in different ways, and rendering everything on earth in different ways!
Summer morning, 500 words 12 Summer morning is quite cold, but in order to exercise, I'm going to run.
Looking at the flowers and plants on the roadside, the crystal dew on the grass leaves nodded to me frequently, slowly slipped down the grass leaves and disappeared in an instant. Wow, this radiant sun, I looked at the sun through my fingers, thinking, "Keep an eye on the sun and see through autumn", and my eyes dropped slowly and landed on the flat road. There is a gray-haired grandfather pushing a wheelchair by the roadside, and an old woman with the same hair color is sitting in the wheelchair. A small wind is blowing.
I ran to the front to observe carefully. It is estimated that he is sixty or seventy years old. Time still lost grandpa's handsome face. Now my back is bent, and my teeth are broken when I laugh occasionally. My grandmother's face is covered with wrinkles.
Let time slow down, stay in this summer morning, and let this picture of "holding hands and caring for each other" unfold for a long time.
The old man and the old lady "I laugh at your white hair turning into snow, and you laugh at my rickets back and bad teeth", which is just an ordinary trivial matter. Just like a little lion being thrown into a calm lake, there are ripples in an instant. Yes, they interpreted the oath of "growing old with my son".
Birds sing, cicadas start to make noise all day, and the sun is shining in the sky. Grandpa will happily push grandma home, and so will I. ...
It only happened on a summer morning, but it touched me like the echo in the valley, and I will never forget it!
Summer morning, 500 words 13 summer morning, people just woke up from a deep sleep, cicadas were perched on the branches, singing the sunshine, and lotus flowers also showed their gorgeous yellow stamens in an instant, emitting a faint fragrance. On this beautiful morning, people are laughing, but I have to finish a Chinese painting at home. ...
"Tired of it! I am bored to death! I can't draw well every time! " At this point, I have given up on myself, throwing all the art materials on the table, only to see them hit the wall. Raw materials gushed out, spilled all over the floor, and the brush broke ... the ground was a mess.
Mother peeped out from the kitchen.
She looked at the "ruins" on the ground without saying a word, silently shook her head and sighed: "Alas-"My mother came to me, bent down with difficulty and reached for the paint in the box. Hold the broken brush in your hand and stick the broken parts together with tape. Mom bent down again and again and picked it up again and again ... I just watched silently and watched. My heart was sour and I wanted to say something, but I didn't say it in the end. I just feel that my eyes are covered by something.
Mother helped me rearrange the paint, put it in the upper right corner of the desk, carried a small bucket to the balcony and poured half a bucket of water. For a long time, she put a roll of rice paper flat on the table and sorted out the pen and ink.
During the process, my mother said nothing. After she tidied up, she raised her right hand, gently touched my messy hair, put her right hand on my shoulder and patted me on the shoulder. I seemed to understand something, nodded and started a new round of painting.
Motherly love is like a breeze, always there, like a ray of sunshine shining in people's hearts.
That summer morning is deeply imprinted on my mind.
Summer morning, 500 words 14 Summer morning is often the best, with different scenes and tastes every time.
At 4: 30, the sky gradually changed from blue to deep blue, then from deep blue to blue-gray, and finally to light blue. The sky gradually turned into a fish-belly grey, and then lit up bit by bit. The brilliance of the moon and stars gradually fades away, then becomes a semi-transparent shadow, gradually fades away and blends with the sky.
At five o'clock, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the blue and white gradually make people feel fresh and cool, like shaved ice in summer, bringing a sense of coolness in summer. Although the sky is bright, it still looks like a layer of light gray translucent yarn. There is no sun and no clouds. The orange street lamps on the roadside and the tall buildings in the distance are a little yellow. Huang Liang's lights went out one by one. It was almost dawn at this time, and finally I safely turned off the light and had a rest.
At half past five, the green, dark green, light green and light green leaves of the Woods in the park are intertwined. After the wind passed, the leaves rose like glue. After a while, the light gray veil was finally lifted, and I felt that the whole world was bright and I was inexplicably happy. There are some birds singing in the leaves, and I seem to hear the sound of wings in my ears. A little like it, a little looking forward to it.
At 6 o'clock 15, clouds appeared in the sky. About five minutes later, a golden light half soft and half candle rose into the sky. As soon as it appeared, the clouds were covered with golden gauze, and a shadow appeared leisurely. After a while, all kinds of reds came out. In a flash, the young sun rose in Ran Ran, what a spectacular sunrise. A beautiful morning, a new day began.
Summer morning, 500 words 15 days gloomy, the air filled with the smell of stagnation. I am walking alone on my way to school, feeling like a boat on the sea, helpless and confused; Like a lonely goose in the sky, lonely and sad. The school is so familiar and unfamiliar; It seems close at hand and far away.
Cheating, plagiarism, thieves, liars, harsh words are still ringing in my ears; The eyes of contempt, incomprehension, sarcasm and even hatred are still flashing. Tears of injustice trickled down my face until they reached my heart. I don't understand: what's the matter? I got the first place in the exam. Why? The strange eyes of friends and even teachers hurt my heart. "Others don't believe you, then we will take the first place next time and prove it to them!" I don't agree that the teacher in charge's words are encouragement and doubt.
A wheat field by the roadside caught my eye and I stopped to stare. At present, the ears of wheat are about to mature, and the shiny husks are green and shiny, while the ends of wheat awns are slightly yellow. The breeze blew and spread into layers of wheat waves in the distance.
"Is the wheat ripe soon?"
"After the rain clears, long grains grow, and then it's time to bask in the midday sun." The busy uncle on the field looked up and said with a smile, and his eyes revealed infinite joy.
"Why is it raining and sunbathing?" I was infected by him and my mood became cheerful.
"Only in this way can we mature and gain something!"
"Only in this way ..." I muttered. "Is pain white? It should make us great! " In a flash, the words of a philosopher appeared in my mind. "Let other people's doubts be your motivation, and go all out to prove yourself."
"Son, go to school! You see, this heavy rain is coming soon. "
I looked up at the sky. Dark clouds are rolling and a storm is coming. Facing the wind and rain, I strode forward like a fearless soldier. Because I know: the reef can't stop the direction of the stream, and the wind and rain destroy the wings of the eagle. Be yourself and rely on your own strength. Ahead, victory, my direction.
Cao Rui plays a Shenyang family reading aloud. Reading aloud is a role in the sitcom Shenyang Family. The story revolves around the anxiety of reading al