Children's Prose Summer

Lush vegetation is the color of summer; Cicada after cicada is summer music; There are leisurely swaying white clouds, hot wind and a pool of countless frogs, all in summer. Oh, don't forget, there are rainbow dreams, which belong to children.

The children said, "I like summer best." You can have a water fight in summer without worrying about catching a cold, and you can also eat ice cream and cold watermelon.

The flower said, "I don't like summer the most." It's so hot in summer that I will die of thirst if I don't water it. The children came to comfort: "Don't worry, Xiaohua, I water it in hot weather, I add clothes in cold weather, and I usually play games with you."

The frog said, "As soon as summer comes, our evening concert will begin." Listen! How happy they are. You sing, I answer. The song reflects the water waves and sets off the joy. It's a sweet dream for you. It was late at night, and all the children fell asleep. Young singers should also pay attention.

Cicada said, "It's summer, and we can play games together again." Cicada is nature's natural small alarm clock. Wake up the child from sleep at dawn, and don't give the child a chance to stay in bed at all. Then, the cicada played the game of "Know … Know … Know … Know ……" all day, just like a child, and didn't feel tired at all. Happiness enriched the whole day until dark.

If you want to ask me, what is the summer in my heart? Let me tell you something:

Summer is the wind that blows skirts.

Drunk flowers are more intoxicating.

Summer is the ice cream that is about to melt in your hand.

Sweet heart

Summer is your eyes like stars.

Summer is a smile on your face.

Summer is you.

Summer is me.

Summer is all the beauty we can capture.