How to write a composition about long summer, small man, boundless middle, summer solstice, small trees and big trees?

First, today is the annual Long Summer Festival.

Let me introduce the custom of Long Summer Festival to you first: On Long Summer Festival, adults weave egg covers with silk thread, put boiled eggs and duck eggs in them and hang them around children's necks. Some draw patterns on eggs, and children compete with each other, which is called fighting eggs. Summer rope is a long-lived thread, which is tied to the child's wrist with five-color silk thread to pray for disaster relief, summer heat relief and treatment to prevent summer needle. In the long summer festival, you should eat tea eggs, cartilaginous bamboo shoots, green balls, snails and arhat beans. ...

Today, our class also held a grand egg-beating competition. First, let's fight it out in a group of four. Our group is male to male and female to female. Compared with Mao Lijun, mine is a black egg and his is a duck egg. I tried my best to fight him, and he frowned as if he were attacking me. I fought him for a long time, regardless of the outcome. My game with him entered a white-hot stage, and finally he lost to my black egg. After I had a fight with Li-jun Mao, I had another fight with Hui Ke Mao, and I was defeated in less than 30 seconds. Finally, the champion of our group is Mao. Five minutes later, our class's egg-beating competition entered the final. The finalists are Yuan, Yuan, Ying Yulie, Ying Haohui and Mao. First of all, Wang Haonan and Ying Yulie, we only heard a click, and their hearts seemed to stop beating. When we looked intently, it turned out that Ying Yulie's egg was broken. Next is the match between Zheng Shuang and Yinghao Club. I heard a click. It turns out that Zheng Shuang's eggs are broken. Zheng Shuang said, "His eggs are duck eggs." I only saw Ying Haohui smile. Next, Yinghao will play against Mao, and Mao will win. Now is the most exciting moment, and now is the moment everyone is looking forward to. After a while, Mao and Yuan sparred, only to hear a "tut". It turned out that Yuan won.

This long summer festival is the most enjoyable long summer festival I have ever had.

Second, the time dimension is small and complete.

There is not much rain this spring. It is quite bitter for the old people to water the vegetable seedlings with buckets. It's hot for a few days occasionally. Teenagers lament the pain of climate change. Middle-aged people lament the indifference of childhood in their irritability. Only the old man leaning against the wall silently peeling vegetable fields is not very free. Some curious young people asked about the change of solar terms, but they just casually responded that the weather was going to change.

The weather has changed? Look at the scorching sun I don't believe it. I muttered in my heart that the older generation had the pedantry of carving a boat for a sword. These 24 solar terms are relics of ancient times, and now they must have broken their promises.

You blow an electric fan and smear some words. Look at the white clouds that day. Nothing has changed. But when a few words flowed from the pen, I found a black light cage on the horizon between my eyes. You bow your head and laugh at yourself. You really don't know anything.

This momentum came quickly, with a tight wind and some drizzle. Go back to your hometown to sleep in a small building or study when it rains and winds. It is a noise, but it can also be said to be a silence. Tear a thin page out of the calendar. Oh, it is full.

No matter who our ancestors are, we must all work at sunrise and rest at sunset. It's easy to be hot and cold, and the days become very fast. Now, I can only vaguely remember that it has been many years and it should be this time. After several rains, rice seeds were soaked in cold water tanks. This seems to be the last trace of my memory about Xiaoman. Later, rice was not planted in the field, and it became lazy day by day, which was quite dangerous. I always feel that I have lost something. At the dinner table, I asked my ancestors about solar terms. It turns out that when Xiaoman is full, the seeds of the seeds begin to fill magically, but they are not yet mature, so they are called Xiaoman. My grandparents are a little surprised at my ignorance, and maybe they also have some regrets. All kinds of conversations at the dinner table are enjoyable, but I silently listen to the rain outside the window.

At the beginning of human development, God gave them the most precious promise and support. Small seeds are immersed in the water, and the legend of life begins to sprout, gradually drawing a trace of green, and hopefully inserting young crops into the water, thank God. All the harvest comes from nothing on the flat land, and the eyes of farmers reveal the light of dispatching people.

Before the busy farming season, the ancients had leisure to classify him as one of the "three strange reading" and called it "agricultural surplus" After smoking light cigarettes for a while, I am not very active in traveling. Finally, I can calm down, relax my mind and practice my mind. In ancient times, those literati scattered in the fields with unsatisfactory official careers must have lived the most peaceful life in the world.

The weather became a little calmer, and it was still difficult to sleep at night, so I went for a walk outside. Sunrise is still early, and the moonlight is not very good. I thought I could spend a rare spiritual walk alone, but I saw a vague figure on the road. It was an old man who came out for morning exercise at the entrance of the village. I called early, and he kindly called my nickname. Meeting people in other places at night should have been a very shocking thing, but at this time, I have no intention. Breathe a few mouthfuls of fresh air and look at the fertile soil of farming, and there is an instinctive kindness in my heart. Touch the old locust tree at the entrance of the village and listen to the sound of the morning wind under it. How do you feel?

It won't be long before the awning, the fields are still a little busy in the morning, and then it's still midsummer after the rainy season.

How can farmers live if life is less cumbersome and spirit is more space? Shrike, who likes shade, sings in the shade and will soon appear in the branches; Because of the appearance of Yin Qi, mockingbirds will stop singing. After the awn is planted, the shade will be heavy. Pay attention to the weather and take care of yourself. This is the last group of people in the world.

Thirty or sixty years of glory _ planting light

The demolition team seems to be trying to search for disharmonious factors hidden in every corner of the city every day. When the last brick and mud wall fell to the ground, I never saw the bungalow that was crumbling in the wind. Instead, it is a towering building, and I can no longer see the decadent and distant scenery.

I shuttled through the reinforced concrete forest, deciphering the code about the city, watching the noise of the city revel in the deepest part of the night. There are cars on expressway, and they disappear in the dim night with extreme passion and defiant attitude, as if they had never appeared. At the beginning, the brilliance of the lights and the sparkle of the starry sky were mixed together, and the fantastic beauty spread over the city.

This is about the life of this city, the password of this city. I try to push the time forward, and then push it again. Who broke the lifestyle that has remained unchanged for thousands of years? Who cracked the original code of this city and reorganized it? What makes our present life undergo earth-shaking changes and makes our written history so brilliant?

There is a kind of light, which seems to be eternal glory, just like the eternal glory of creation, which makes me seem to see the splendor of phoenix nirvana and rebirth; Let me see the brilliance of bloom in an instant; Let me seem to see the beauty of birds breaking through thorns and flying into the blue sky.

Your awn is rooted in the light. At a special time, I call your name, just like planting light.

There is no trace of impurities in the cold forest in the sun. The cold in the air seems to come from the tenderness of the ice age. The cold wind blew wantonly to the depressed village. The locust tree in the yard seems to be surrounded by sadness and become depressed. The cold rain kept falling, as if to wet people's hearts. Yes, we have no reason to refuse the rain in the sky, but it is so cold and winter is coming.

Winter, winter means that there is no warm cotton-padded clothes to wear, winter means that there is not enough food to fill the stomach, it means cold, it means hunger, and it means people struggling on the edge of life and death! Who loves this cold winter? However, in this cold and hunger, there are still people who come forward and say "I love winter" casually.

Winter, winter means hope for the coming year, and winter means sowing dreams when snowflakes fall. Why don't I love this hopeful winter? We can't resign ourselves to fate, we can't give up on ourselves, we have to live, and we have to work hard to live! This is the call and cry of people in this land 60 years ago. All dreams seem to bloom at that moment, and all glory seems to start burning at that moment. With an indescribable light, it began to ignite the fire of struggle in the hearts of Chinese sons and daughters, and lit up the blue sky of China with unique sunshine.

I saw his trousers covered with mud marks when he was plowing the fields, and the sunset dyed his stubble golden yellow; I saw her giving a vivid lecture on the platform. When the stars in the sky set, a breeze pushed open her window, and she was staying up late to correct her homework. I saw doctors save lives, I saw children study hard, I saw shenzhou spaceship roaming freely in the universe, I saw the grand occasion of the Beijing Olympic Games, I saw the dance world of the Shanghai World Expo, and everything was changing and becoming incredibly beautiful. This is where I am.

I am proud of my country, and I am proud of its progress. Sixty years of glory is the root that people planted on this land. It goes further and further, and it will be brilliant one day.

Pour into the prosperity of the world and shine forever.

Fourth, summer solstice

Personally, the solstice in summer is beautiful.

In my memory, primary school may be the time when I feel the summer solstice most.

I still remember that the water, trees, mountains and smells in my hometown are beyond my reach after leaving my hometown for a few years. The water in my hometown is soft. On the mountain, I don't know which year and month, there is a small canal, three meters wide, which flows from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain and into the farmland. I don't know what makes the water so cold, although we have never tasted it, because the water flows through the exposed canal wall all the year round, and the dark green moss at the bottom of the canal makes us know that we can't drink it, so every summer solstice, our children run up the mountainside, take off their shoes and socks and step into the canal. The water in the canal immediately splashed several white waves and hit their barefoot, and that kind of cool pleasure came into being. In summer, it adds a touch of color to our life.

The trees in my hometown are always tall and straight. There is a small pine forest near my hometown, but it is natural. Every summer solstice, several friends always bring matches, sausages and other snacks to light a fire, although our parents always warn us not to play with fire. But you can always smell a flame from us. See a wisp of brown hair.

We are always happy in summer, and the sunshine in our hometown is always bright. When we shine on the buttonwood, there is a little silvery white light, which looks beautiful. Under the buttonwood tree, there is always a popcorn buyer who appears at the weekend. Every household is waiting in line with a bag of rice. After seeing the dark rocking table bang, they took out their big bags and poured them in. A group of children also cheered and ran to the schoolbag and grabbed it with their hands. This harmonious group life, I know, didn't stop until the summer I left.

After I got to middle school, my homework increased. For some reason, I left my childhood playmate and I became very lonely. Although I know that this is like Nietzsche who will be bored and lonely, I still believe that this is loneliness. Nobody cares about caressing except one or two inseparable friends. Until now, I still think that summer solstice in junior high school was bleak, and even in the clear sky in Wan Li, I felt dark clouds gathering. I answered endless endings and sorrows. In this way, three years after junior high school, I failed to understand his true meaning.

In a blink of an eye, the high school era has arrived. Although I didn't finish half of my senior year, I have already tasted his sweetness. Suddenly, I remembered those summer solstices, only to find that they were not actually summer solstices. Perhaps, only when I reach the age of 15, can I taste its sweetness. In high school, despite the sequelae of junior high school-indifference to people, I still feel endless happiness. I know something metaphysical has something to do with me. Even if I am alone, I will unconsciously hum a tune and walk on a sunny path. On the solstice of that summer in high school, there were laughter and laughter between me and my friends, ridicule between me and my friends, and my brother flying on the basketball court. On the solstice of that summer in high school, there were so many memories that I couldn't help shaking them off on paper. However, I told myself that enough is enough.

Now I am in a daze at the beginning of the summer solstice, and I am thinking of finding another direction for my summer solstice!

Fifth, a little heat will tan you.

Slight summer heat is a prelude to great summer heat, and it is a kid in summer poker. However, this year's light summer seems to be hotter than usual. ......

In the morning, everything becomes deceptive: the tree still looks so refreshing; The air is still so fresh and soft ... all this makes people who do morning exercises forget the existence of summer heat, because all this is an illusion given to us by nature.

At noon, everything changed: cicadas were "deafening"; Birds hide in the shade; People who don't drive rush to air-conditioned rooms: drivers can't wait to turn on the air conditioner in their cars; Even people who walk lean in the shade of trees. ......

It gradually cooled down in the afternoon, and people turned the temperature of the air conditioner very high. Although cicadas are still chirping, the birds are out!

Attention, the prelude to the great summer heat, Xiao Shu, the boy who was playing cards that summer, will bask in you!

Sixth, the great summer heat

Today is the first day after the summer heat. Still so stuffy. I am so hot! The heat today is different from usual. I stayed indoors for a while and felt a little dizzy. I think it may be heatstroke. So I went to the platform to get some air and get some fresh air. As soon as I arrived at the platform, a heat wave came to my face and surrounded me at once, which was similar to the feeling when I just walked into the bathroom. Hot, sultry and humid. Thin sweat oozed from me, sticky, and my hair weaving was stuck together by sweat, just like Sanmao. I said to myself on the platform, "It's so hot! I'm a little breathless. " My loofah and pumpkin have faded, the leaves are drooping, the flowers are withered, and the trees downstairs are still. It seems that they are too hot to be strong. I think: I still go back to my room and turn on the air conditioner to cool down! When I entered the room, I closed the window and turned on the air conditioner. Only then did I feel that the windows and windowsills were hot.

At night, I looked out of the window, and the trees in the community swayed back and forth like a group of lovely children, playing happily. I thought: the wind has finally come. I opened the window and a gust of wind blew against my face. The wind this time is different from that in the morning. Cool and refreshing. I hurried to the platform, and the cool breeze blew gently, as if I had just walked out of the bathroom. That's cool! Blow away the sweltering heat of my day, blow dry my wet hair weaving, and make me feel refreshed.

Booming, thunder and lightning, heavy rain pouring down, I am so cool!