The summer handwritten newspaper of senior two is simple and beautiful in design.

? Lead |: Summer is a beautiful season. Scholars throughout the ages don't like to praise summer, but I have a special liking for it. Do you like summer?

Grade two summer draft design 0 1 grade two summer draft design 02 grade two summer draft design 03? Design content of summer handwritten newspaper in the second day of junior high school:

Walking into summer composition

Summer is a beautiful season. Scholars of all ages don't like to praise it, but I have a special liking for it.

In summer, the sun is like fire, and the rain is intertwined, which makes me feel different. The exposure of the hot sun and the baking of the sun have never stopped the growth of everything; Continuous summer rain and fresh air revive everything. In summer, he is like a strict father, exercising everything, but also like a loving mother, silently teaching in the rain.

I remember a walk after the rain, walking on the boulevard in the residential area. Wave after wave mixed with the fragrance of fresh earth wandered around, and summer stayed at my fingertips. I took a deep breath, and an elegant and simple breath poured into my lungs, which was the fragrance you spit out. Looking at the drop of rain and dew on the green grass and tasting the freshness of the petals, my heart ripples. Inadvertently, I find that summer has paid so much for us!

In summer, I can't praise it in luxurious language. He is not as affected as spring, as fruitful as autumn, and as pale as winter. It silently carries the spring and autumn seasons, and the seeds of spring can only grow up after its approval. It is like a transitional period. Spring gives people hope and autumn gives people expectation. It quietly spread love, but quietly left at the moment when the fruit was ripe.

In summer, I know why the fruit will ripen and why the fallen leaves will wither. Summer is unknown and great. It enriches our hearts. It is short and lonely, no one has ever thanked it, and his shadow will never be seen in poetry. In summer, you can endure this proud loneliness! I didn't even know your perseverance and spirit! Come as the wind, go as the wind, leaving no trace. People just leave you behind and reap the fruits of your hard work! How do you stand that loneliness in summer!

Summer never answered me. It seems that it just smiled tolerantly and cultivated everything instead. Its smile, like the vicissitudes of the mother's face, the fatigue of the father's face, never complains. I looked at the back of summer and suddenly felt very sorry.

Summer, summer, when we walked into your heart and felt wronged for you, you smiled faintly. Summer, summer, why do you work without complaint?