关于夏天的作文怎么描写?

关于夏天的作文怎么描写?
关于夏天的作文怎么描写?

关于夏天的作文怎么描写?
关于夏天的作文,主要描写树木、花草枝繁叶茂的情景,可以用郁郁葱葱之类的词形容,要看你具体叙述的事例.叙述描写是紧密结合的.给你提供一些夏天的诗句.
接天莲叶无穷碧,映日荷花别样红.—— 杨万里《晓出净慈寺送林子方》
小荷才露尖尖角,早有蜻蜓立上头.—— 杨万里《小池》
童孙未解供耕织,也傍桑阴学种瓜.—— 范成大《夏日田园杂兴·其七》
昼出耘田夜绩麻,村庄儿女各当家.—— 范成大《夏日田园杂兴·其七》
歌筵畔,先安簟枕,容我醉时眠.—— 周邦彦《满庭芳·夏日溧水无想山作》
荷叶罗裙一色裁,芙蓉向脸两边开.—— 王昌龄《采莲曲二首》
更无柳絮因风起,惟有葵花向日倾.—— 司马光《客中初夏》
绿树阴浓夏日长,楼台倒影入池塘.—— 高骈《山亭夏日》
再给你一篇写得不错的范文!我看过了,真的不错!不仅写夏天,还写到自己的成长,把题目与自身紧密结合起来.
有人说,人的记忆是与直接的感官相关联的.就好象一提起图书馆,鼻翼下立刻就弥漫起了墨香的味道.而夏天,这个一切事物都肆意张扬生命的季节,它的味道又是什么?
　　我情不自禁地闻到大雨冲刷过后,空气中漂浮栀子花的味道.还记得那个大雨滂沱的夏初,我坐在陌生的教室里紧张地书写,未来,那时在我的笔下.09年的夏天,中考的日子.我的心虽然比窗外铁青色的天空还阴沉,但雨后仿佛能治愈心灵的甜美花香,一切欣欣向荣的姿态告诉我：一次失败不算什么,未来总是你在前方.
　　我口中仿佛回味着白糖棒冰那清凉又不腻人的味道.夏天,这种棒冰是家乡特产,因而每次拿到手,总是觉得它分外珍贵.剥开外壳露出小巧莹白,冒白气的棒冰,我总觉得这世界一下子清凉了下来.从小到大,这种熟悉的口感在我的记忆中停留了十六年,也许对它的依恋并不是因为棒冰本身,而是,它的味道已成了家乡符号之一.
　　我鼻尖嗅出了一丝游泳池中漂白粉略有些刺鼻的味道.夏天游泳是必不可少,而我却对此有些又恨有爱.恨的是当时学游泳那痛苦的回忆,爱的是在水中舒展身体的那一份自由.尤记得,当我为教练的严苛要求而倍感煎熬,忍不住向妈妈哭诉时,她说：既然都是自己选择,那就自己承担后果.后来的我不负众望,总算还是以较标准的泳姿结了业.她的那番话,伴随着有些呛人的味道,久久存在我心中.
　　我耳畔响起轻柔的风声,伴随一阵阵蒲扇的清香.从小,我与爸爸总是聚少离多,远距离造成的后果便是,他爱我,但他并不了解我.因此,千篇一律的关心总定格在：“吃饭没?”“睡觉没?”……诸如此类的苍白问候上.只是,他很爱在夏天的夜晚为我扇风,驱赶蚊虫.这是为数不多的,父女俩默契认同的保留节目.我装作睡着,听着呼吸的风声,心里想：爸爸的爱就是蒲扇吧?淡淡的味道,醇香,并且润物细无声.
　　一时间,夏天的味道纷涌而至,它们糅合在一起,充实着我的味蕾,饱满着我的鼻息.我清楚感到了,夏天的味道,繁而不杂,有友情有亲情,有爱有成长.
　　时光荏苒,直到某日我已垂垂老去,感官也已迟钝到无法品尝或嗅出任何味道.那时,这些五彩缤纷的夏天味道会再次出现,带着它们所承载的回忆,告诉我.这个浮生若梦的世界,我至少真真切切地存在过.成长过.
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你可以描写一些关于夏天小动物，花朵盛开的场景，太阳的炙热，孩子们，大人们在水中嬉戏的场景，都可以。

Book with me.
Summer afternoon, sitting in his study, a cup of green tea, waiting for a meter sunlight from the window, as in the books, the warm wanton shuxiang,
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The book, like a bea...

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Book with me.
Summer afternoon, sitting in his study, a cup of green tea, waiting for a meter sunlight from the window, as in the books, the warm wanton shuxiang,
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The book, like a beautiful flower in the garden, let the adversity we alerted, endeavour; books, like the beautiful shells, let the spare time we revel in her shiny and beautiful; the book, like the blue bell, let silly naive we stopped to listen to her crooning shallow sing song.
For the book, I have a strange affair, I remember from the babbling, toddler, it is a book and a bond.
When I was young, love to see some naive fairy tale, clinging to her mother to tell me those from think very mysterious and interesting story, immersed in the fairy tale, a warm, light dream. In the fairy tale kingdom, lit only belongs to me.
Wait until a point again, along with the age and the growth of knowledge, I began to read novels -- first is a treasure of our Chinese four famous in "a dream of Red Mansions", look at it the plot twists and turns moving; then Mitchell's "gone with the wind", its awareness of the true meaning of life. Then Golgi's "childhood", and Luo Guanzhong's "Three Kingdoms", all of these make me fascinated. And then I understood, though the writers express their true colors in different ways, but I can feel in their hearts to convey.
A little more I was attracted to the ancient poems. I'm longing "according to the moon between pine, clear spring stone upper." Bright, I admire the "yellow 100m in golden armor, not broken Kroraina eventually not also." Heroically tragic. I am fun days with the exclamation "at the same time the reduced people, strangers when we meet." Sigh, I hope with the "tens of millions of Andhra Guangsha, Great Jubilee the world famous all the land." Wish, I will because of "the sunset, heartbroken men in the horizon." You sad, because "there will be wind and waves, the White Sea Ji Yun fan." Full of ambition......
Book took me into the palace of literature, let me have a rich imagination of the mind, a pair of the world's eyes, and a glib mouth.also mouth. Books such as the mighty boundless scenery, forever, forever endless, just now you would like to have a knowledge of the heart, carrying a desire, into the book, reading from the side walk?
When not fast or pressure in my life, a book to accompany make me no longer lonely. The book is my best friend, set foot on the author made with words of the river, gradually reach the soul communication, follow is the feeling of relief, pressure relief, is the hope of tomorrow.
The book nourishes my ordinary life, regardless of the distance is a sky Caixia or overcast, I insist, because books followed me, I was traveling in the vast sea!
The size of the universe, with our puny humans is far from enough to understand. The ugly and beautiful world, reality and illusion, greed and broad...... Perhaps its poor one cannot understand. But it could be worse, and the books in the wonton in shining. When reading, like to see a microscopic world, we can learn a lot from the book, understand many.
Now stick to daily reading is not an easy task, reading can give you the beauty of temperament. Reading can make people soul purification and sublimation, can make a person's mind to get rid of earthly troubles, soaring to a magnificent magical world, only reading let us in the material and spiritual life of calm and balance the poles; reading is the most beautiful in the world to enjoy.
I always read extracurricular books as steadfast to hobbies, reading process such as the oasis light heart load, such as the breeze brushed the heart of dust, I like the night holding the book sitting in the moderate to bright light, reveling in the scholarly brewing atmosphere, a kind of unspeakable pleasure.
Before bedtime, I love to lie on the bed, he took out a book, browse in the lamplight. I have followed Lu Xun's calligraphy, to listen to the deep cry; once the "Besieged City", asked why, outside the city people want to go in, the men of the city has thought out; has been accompanied by the distant sound, spent searching for civilization and the Yu Qiuyu fragments......
Put the books take up, light ink overflowing bosom. When the goods of the book, the mind to accept the historical infiltration. Old Wu's Meng by the book's influence, and Lu Su "after three days, when the look, the contemporary young with scholarly Qian Zhongshu as eloquent" Guan ",". The book of the river, in the thousands of years of civilization in the precipitation of human wisdom; the rain in the dry season moisture in the seedlings; numerous volumes, mark a historic branded dynasty changes in things easy when you move in.
We chat, do not divide day and night entertainment, is still very difficult to capture a younger generation full of fantasy and desire of the heart, so the book with its rich contents, quiet space, colorful appearance, have a lot of friends. Talk about the events at home and abroad was the "comment", he told the family friendly "reader". Plot ups and martial arts, science fiction, are favored. Older people cherish the people pondering the resistance of a dream of Red Mansions "," Peony Pavilion ", at the moment, also a little book in the sauna around us.
Alone, the book is my friend; when the book is open windows; the haze, the book is brilliant sunshine; cold, the book is a raging flame...... We and the characters in the book are the soul of exchange, has been good edification.
"Chuai Chuai Yan unceasingly" friction play, if it is, book love true expression, then, is accompanied by scholarly life, is not ran the distillery Yuan Mei so happy?
Shakespeare said: "the book is the nourishment of the whole world." For I am a middle school student, no better than to read the book, if not, our life is not the sun, if there is no book, just like our ideal without wings. Companionship of books, the book as a guide, a wisp of fragrance for the book with you and I. Together, forever!

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