春姑娘悄然离去,夏姐姐却不知道什么时候来了。夏日里,蝴蝶在花丛中翩翩起舞,青蛙在荷叶上“呱呱”地唱歌,蝉儿在树梢上声声叫着夏天;牵牛花吹着小喇叭,爬山虎在墙壁上爬呀爬,远远望去,像给墙壁刷了一层绿漆;荷花在池塘中盛开,像亭亭玉立的仙子。俗话说:六月天,孩子脸,说变就变。刚刚还是烈日当头,转眼间天空就像生了气,阴沉着脸,顿时就乌云密布,豆大的雨滴从天而降。雨,像是天空带给大地的思念。雨声,更像一支支动听的歌曲。雨, Spring girl quietly leave, summer sister do not know when it is coming. Summer, butterflies dancing in the flowers, the frog on the lotus leaf “quack” singing, cicadas shouting in the treetops summer; morning glory blowing trumpet, creeper climbing in the wall ah Climbing, from afar, like to paint a layer of green paint the walls; lotus in full bloom in the pond, like a slim fairy. As the saying goes: June day, the child’s face, that change becomes. Just yet the sun burst into the air in the blink of an eye out of breath, gloomy face, suddenly overcast clouds, large raindrops drop from the sky. Rain, like the sky brought the thoughts of the earth. Rain sounds, more like a nice song. rain,