Question

英语作文介绍你的城市夏天

Answer 1

For people in the city, summer is a nightmare. The hot sun is the nightmare of devil. Building is like a big barrier, with ∩, () ^)), look down with you! The city is not a breath of wind blowing. To the earth. Building walls like a mirror, so far as they were possible, reflecting every inch of the sun. The road was sun was white, the road on both sides of the leaves and withered, be in the blues to looked down at those almost touching the ground grass. The car seems to be under the spell, soundless and stirless to slowly walk on the road. Out of the door, immediately by the sweat soaked clothes. It is not a scene to play. The air conditioner indoor due attention, particularly cool. Air conditioner outdoor machine humming sound, gap of doors and windows, like running merrily outwards, so that each pass by people can feel a chill this summer. Others in the room as far as possible to enjoy this wonderful time, thought for a while to work, people's face once again exposed the face a few silk painful. People throughout the summer in the city just endured a day after day. Occasionally a storm, they tread. Long closed the window immediately by the storm the pouring opening, people open their mouth, hard breathing heavy rain brought fresh air. But this cool immediately and will be replaced by the sun. They are still the hot summer. Rural country impression is always quiet. Here away from the hustle and bustle of the city, there is only a few silk quiet. The huge trees obstructed the farm house, also covered the scorching sun of summer. Although there is no air conditioning, but there are more than cool air conditioning. The people here are quiet, they sat under the big tree, or make the tree; or leisurely fan big fan; or micro eyes closed rest. The child nestled in the old man's lap, listening to grandma and grandpa to tell them a story of war. The poultry is leisurely. The old hen with a group of chicks for the worm under a tree, the duck is swimming in the river slowly. Even the sun at noon and so. I think "the thick overcast summer long, into the balcony of the reflection pond. Crystal breeze curtain moving onwards, full frame house fragrant rose." This poem is written this village summer beauty. Summer -- a city people irritable, the Township Village intoxicated season.