Solstice is the earliest of the 24 solar terms. The following is an essay from Inspirational.com describing the solar terms from summer solstice for your reference.

Prose describing summer until solar terms 1 I once stood farthest from summer and watched the flowers bloom. I seem to smell the flowers, and I can vaguely see a blue sky.

All the year round, there is only one summer, warm summer. Summer brings some warmth, but seems to forget some love? It told me that it left my love in the past and forgot to bring it back to me. I have a hunch that I won't meet love this summer, and I can feel that I will have some regrets every summer. What do I regret? I don't know if it's because I'll never see you again in summer.

When I know that what you need is not summer without me, I even want to erase summer from the four seasons!

I don't understand why there is separation in life, is it because there is gathering? Why can't people choose not to be apart, even if they can only choose once? When I decide to create a story warmer than summer with someone, when I decide, when I don't regret my decision, can I choose not to be apart once? If I can, I want to give you a love as warm as summer, even warmer than summer.

With your summer, summer is summer. With your summer, summer is like summer. If I don't come with you in summer, I really want to hide in winter. Winter is a season for one person, and summer is for two people. Summer exists for love and summer exists for two people.

That day, in the summer, we broke up. You left with summer, and I was instantly left out by the four seasons. I want to cry, I can't cry, I really want to erase summer from the four seasons. The story is too dramatic, starting in summer and ending in summer. From then on, summer is my biggest regret!

If I can, I really want to grow old with you in summer.

I always thought you would come, with summer. Hope, hope, summer has come, summer has gone, summer has come again, summer? . . The story of the future is only me and summer. Summer is coming again. I came alone, but I didn't take you with me. what can I do? Life is not difficult, and I am not disappointed. Maybe I already know that you and summer will never get together.

My story with you is over, but my story with summer is not over yet!

If I can get God's forgiveness, if I can get summer's forgiveness, I think I will meet a warm woman in a summer, as written in the book? The person I love happens to love myself! ?

The years are not old, and the summer solstice is not there!

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Essay 2 describing the solar terms in summer from Sunday to Sunday. The summer of solstice is my birthday.

June 2 1 every year, the eighth day of May every year.

After studying for so many years, except for primary school, my birthday is not with my parents at other times.

White hyacinthus orientalis-It snowed at night, and my friend invited me to the hot pot city, saying that I was preoccupied and wanted to borrow a hot pot to rinse.

Birthday is coming.

Have a holiday to celebrate, have a good time, and suppress the melancholy clouds that haunt you these days.

The worse the weather, the better the people.

My parents are really poor. I hate that I didn't graduate this year, and I don't know what I can do and change with my meager strength even after graduation.

I always can't see myself clearly.

I don't know how much ability, motivation, love and perseverance are hidden under this unsatisfactory body.

Always, on your own.

The World Cup is in full swing. This summer is destined to be different because of football. I'd like to attend, but it has nothing to do with me, whether it's hot or crazy, it has nothing to do with me.

I have been depressed recently, and I can't wake up. Sleep as long as you can, as if it had been stored for a long time.

I've always been depressed recently. Self-study in class, staring blankly, and then tears came out.

Recently, I have been struggling, eager to have the ability to undertake more future, but lazy now refuses to be down to earth, and my homework is piling up, just don't want to reach out.

This kind of life is really enough. I don't leave the dormitory all day, I can't see the sun, I dream, and I dream all my life.

I'm really fed up

Go out and have a good time.

Birthday, find an outlet to vent, crazy, crazy, crazy.

After all, I am used to camouflage and occasionally want to show my true nature. I don't know if I can do it again.

Imagine yourself drunk, crying at the top of your lungs, crying out all grievances, all losses, all worries, all fears, all uncertainties, all love, disgust, hatred, gratitude, helplessness and pain, tearing your numb heart, exposing your most naked and vulnerable part, and then drinking, getting drunk, getting drunk to death, everything starts again, positive, like a new life. Seeing the first ray of sunshine, all the corners in my heart are bright, and all the glory in the world has fallen.

Will this really happen? This is just a wish.

After all, wine is not really worry-free.

Even so, I am willing to brighten my mood to a high point. Birthday will make me happy, forget all my troubles and make full use of them.

Then, step by step, plant a sun.

I just want to give myself a turning point.

One year older, stronger in heart, bearing more, expecting more, loving more and containing more.

Everything will be fine.

Make a wish, blow out the candle, smile shyly, wake up the purity that has been sleeping for a long time, and tell God my dream.

Then, step by step, hard but firm.

It will be easier to say it in a muddle. After the birthday, the final exam is close at hand. I know how difficult it is. I will concentrate on preparing for the exam.

It's a fine day today. I didn't want to skip class, but I found that there was no class.

There are not many opportunities, are there?

Yours, his, this kind of thing, that kind of thing, who I love, who I hate with a cold face and unfathomable face, far away, far away.

The world is so wonderful, but I am so grumpy, bad, bad, out of sight, out of mind.

All right, go to sleep.

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The third essay describing the solar terms from summer to Sunday was written in the summer after freshman year to pay homage to the once ignorant love. When the smell of burning in the air spreads bit by bit with the passage of time, the first year of college life gradually comes to an end with the approach of summer, and everything seems to be a dream that suddenly wakes up. Looking back, when I first entered the university, my youth became more and more blurred, like an old ink painting with thick water vapor, and finally became blurred.

I am as decadent as a wolf in a cage, and my energy seems to be still very strong, but my spirit has long gone. In those leisurely days, I wore a black basketball shirt, black slacks and a pair of soft Peak black basketball shoes. The black Adidas bag I bought when I was in college was slung around my waist. Then I wandered around the crowded campus like this, and people seemed to turn black in the sun that swept through me. ? You are more and more like those black stars who play in the NBA. ? Old cars scoff. I turned around and smiled at him happily, and then the sun flooded my soft hair and black pupils.

It suddenly occurred to me: Is the solstice summer coming soon? Accustomed to playing games in the dormitory all day like a cat, I was scared by the sudden high temperature. Just vaguely remember

Spring has gone far, but I vaguely remember that Jinan is actually a city in Xia Dong, divided into two seasons. When my memory is full of withered and broken, when my impression is still the dull white and biting long wind of last year, the green that can be seen everywhere on campus has been overwhelming my eyes. I sat under the tall poplar trees, watching the distant birds fly obliquely across the sky, making sharp crackles, and listening to the clicking sound of the gears of life rubbing against time, my eyes were full of tenderness. Then I thought, when will the summer solstice come? How many memorable stories will happen in that season when everything has been burned down?

Two years ago in the summer, on the solstice, I really fell in love with a girl. In that hot season, I failed in the college entrance examination, and loneliness and sadness surrounded me at once. In those lonely days, I went crazy online to find someone to chat with and vent my emotions. In this way, I met her in a casual chat. As the content of the chat slowly deepened, I found that I liked her humor and the innocence that was inadvertently revealed. Hehe, I called her instant noodle sister at that time, for specific reasons. In those sad days, because of her. Life seems to suddenly become clear. Later, when the temperature of this land gradually receded, I decided to go back and study again. But she went to other provinces to study in junior college.

The repetition of life is like a struggle to wash away shame. I bite my teeth, bear the pressure of aimlessness, and my heart is empty. In those days when my heart was bleeding in the dark, I was exhausted in the cracks of the passage of time, and I kept meditating on her appearance in my heart during the rest time I desperately squeezed out. In this way, those mountain-like exercises seem to have lost a lot of weight at once, and my tired heart seems to be full of vitality at once. In this way, relying on this girl who I have only met several times in the video, the seemingly long road to re-reading suddenly came to an end. A year passed quickly, and the summer solstice came again.

On the solstice of summer, the leaves of camphor trees will splash dark green to every corner of the city. I stood on the street and watched the wind pass through the whole town, through every lush tree, through my body and through my last youth. I am 20 years old this year.

Then the heat soared, and in the days when I was running for college, I knew she had a boyfriend. Hehe, she said she would like to be friends with me. I smiled at the news and politely refused her. When I was sitting on the train going south, I looked at the boundless darkness outside, those days when I braved the heat to find an Internet cafe to chat with her, those days when I hugged her tightly ..... clearly passed through my heart, and then, sadness lingered in my heart for a long time like the gurgling water in the south of the Yangtze River.

Haha, Zhao Qian, you think, so many strong feelings are blown into the air and can't fall off. How can I look you in the eye and call you a friend? Instead of watching you holding your boyfriend's arm and calling me a friend happily, I would rather dust off your body with a lifetime of memory.

Then I had my own girlfriend in college. Every time my girlfriend comes by to see me, I am so happy. However, first love, like a blue olive, its shell and shape have long been abandoned and forgotten, but its astringent taste, like an unforgettable memory, has been rippling in my heart.

One day, I took my girlfriend's hand and walked slowly on my way to school. My girlfriend ran to the front and shouted. I called her name softly. She turned her head and smiled happily at me. When the sunshine leaking from the leaves filled her smiling eyes, an unprecedented sense of happiness surrounded me instantly. I smiled faintly, caught up with her quickly, shook her hand gently, and then I suddenly felt that I had caught the whole world.

In fact, I have long known that love is also about fate. I have paid too much for the love that doesn't belong to me. Zhao Qian, thank you for letting me go through that hellish day peacefully, and for making my summer solstice colorful.

However, the original ignorant happiness has gradually blurred, so I hold on to the present happiness. When my girlfriend smiles like the lovely Yang Shuhua in March, I know I don't want to lose it.

The solstice summer is coming.

The summer solstice is not here.

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