2013 My Summer Essay, I can give a little idea, or I can give an essay

Essay about my summer. First of all, we can think that summer is necessarily associated with summer vacation. Then you can write about how you spent your summer vacation and what you gained or learned throughout your summer life.

In addition, your summer can be what you think of summer as it is, such as its scenery, such as the feeling it brings to people. But be sure to come back to what you learned or gained from the "summer" at the end. Pure hand hitting, looking.

What does the summer of 2013 mean? I used to be happy when it came to summer, because summer meant summer vacation. And this summer, it's not just a holiday for us, because we all know that after this summer vacation, we will be the last year of junior high school, we are about to take the high school entrance examination, and we are about to graduate!

In the summer of 2013, I had a lot to think about: my goals, my plans, and where I was going.

In the summer of 2013, I went for a walk in the park, everywhere was very lively, I knew that I stopped on the treetops and shouted tirelessly, screaming, people kept fanning and fanning with pu fans, this lively scene seemed to me to be upsetting, I don't know how to struggle for these ten months, and how to cherish. I'm conflicted, I really want to enjoy the last year, but this year is hard, and when the year comes, I wonder when I'll get through it. After thinking about it for a long time, I suddenly found that it was already dark, and for some reason, I suddenly had a very strong thought, maybe I didn't work hard enough last semester, and I will definitely fight this year, for Nanjing Health School.

Yes, I have to work very hard. Let's do the math, the time we spend in school is only a small part of life, as long as we work hard now, it will be good in the future! In a much better mood, I sat on the lawn.

Looking up at the sky, it triggers endless reverie. The frogs by the river and the many cicadas singing in the trees, these ** people constantly play music, forming a pleasant symphony, which intoxicates me and makes me forget all my tiredness and unhappiness. Breathe in the fresh summer air, and the bright moon and twinkling stars are even more intoxicating.

In the summer of 2013, I don't know how many times I cried, every time I remembered the joys with my classmates, every time I thought about leaving, every time I remembered that maybe I would never see each other again. The next summer is the moment when we are separated, this summer is the most beautiful summer, I will cherish it! I slept with peace of mind, and in my heart, a quiet summer.

The summer of 2013, my best summer!

Spring is gone with the falling flowers, and the summer of 2013 is wearing green leaves and jumping in the warm wind. Summer is coming, the red sun is scorching, the summer is strong, and the summer mountains are like blue. Summer is hot, but it's also beautiful.

When I came to the field, the cicadas were singing in the summer moon, and the weather was so hot that even dragonflies dared to fly low in the shade of the trees, as if they were afraid that the sun would hurt their wings.

On the branches of the tree, from time to time there are a few "know and know" calls, the sound is crisp and beautiful, and from time to time you feel bored, and sometimes, the old people hold a fan while fanning, while talking, while listening to the beautiful singing, it is really leisurely.

In the vast field, the blue sky was clear, the sun hung like a fireball, the clouds seemed to be burned by the sun, and disappeared without a trace, there was not a single cloud in the sky, there was not a single wind, there was a round of scorching sun overhead, and all the trees hung their heads listlessly.

Among the weeds, grass, reeds, and red, white, and purple wildflowers were all steamed by a hot sun hanging high in the sky, and the air was filled with a sweet and intoxicating atmosphere, which was really charming.

I loved the summer of 2013 and the beautiful view from her.

The summer of 2013 was very hot. The scorching sun hung in the sky. I know that I am in the shade of the trees, but I still keep screaming noisily.

The wicker and the grass under the trees were sunburned. On the road, the heat is steaming and there are few pedestrians. The few pedestrians I met met were just walking hurried by with umbrellas.

A few young people hiding under the house were greedy for the shade in the house and refused to take a step.

It was in the summer like this that you ignored my call, "Cousin Lily—Cousin Lily—" and insisted on going out with me.

The summer of 2013 was a time when I couldn't stand even knowing it. Still, we went out, though with a burden, the fat cousin. Sometimes, I do wonder if he is one of our relatives and what he grew up eating.

In the summer of 2013, there was a bit of calm of "the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is full of buildings". You are pulling me, of course, with a burden - we are not such irresponsible people, in the Jiangnan community, one by one ringing the doorbell. Maybe at the time, it was just fun.

Maybe at the time, because I was not sensible. Or maybe at the time, it was just a child. Like Wang Zheng's song "We Are All Good Children", "We are all good children, the most innocent children......"Really, we're just kids, kids who don't understand.

Children who only care about happiness, children who are innocent in their thoughts.

In front of a building, I rang the doorbell and came back, fell and broke the skin on my knee, oozing blood, and drip down the road. I remember that at that time, I didn't cry. And you, in a hurry, sweated.

Eventually, I went to your house. You were in a hurry, and at that time, I cried. Crying defenselessly, crying so suddenly.

You panic even more, and finally find "It's Good to Be Fast" and spray it. Perhaps, you don't know, the reason for crying at that time was just because of you.

That summer. Perhaps, you forgot; Perhaps, you remember. No matter what you do, I'm in mind. That summer, I grew up with us.