Question

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Tả chú ve sầu kêu vào mùa hè bằng tiếng anh?

giúp mk nhé!!!

Answer 1

[ﾟ°☆Morgana ☆°ﾟ ( TCNTT )]

Task
Spring is passing quietly, quietly. Every second, every minute goes by so fast! My friends, away from the school roof, do you still remember it? A lovely summer call on every branch, every bush. So the summer of love has come, making students anxious not to leave the school, far from the state trees and the dear old phoenix. The phoenix tree that students whispered secretly for years. It doesn't want to be far away!
Oh! The atmosphere is so hot! The trees are falling in the sleep of hot summer. Parularly the old phoenix tree in the corner of the yard, reaching out to catch the bright sunlight. Don't be surprised because phoenix trees are the characteriss of summer! For many months now, phoenix still lies in the corner of the yard witnessing many games, listening to many confidences of students but now the phoenix has awakened, spreading wide as if reaching out to take all the sun for himself. From afar, red phoenix glows in the corner of the yard. No one could have imagined a few days ago, phoenix was an old tree without flowers, no leaves. But only after a few days did the phoenix pay any flowers to be a bright red color of the sun and the natural color of the summer tree: phoenix tree, dotted in it is the happy green of leaves a tree other. Each phoenix leaf, each phoenix flower as a new life of the old phoenix tree, of a vigorous summer. Big phoenix root, phoenix roots crawling on the ground giant snakes playing together and happily welcoming summer. You know what? The phoenix flowers bloom, it will be fine! The color of the red phoenix is ​​as blood as the color of blood of many ethnic people who have sacrificed for their fatherland. The color of the blood seemed to blend with the phoenix color, to remind us to remember the soldiers and people of the nation who tried to study well and be good to build a rich and beautiful country tomorrow. Red flamboyant flowers are so gentle but so gentle! When a light breeze blew through, it made the phoenix flower fall to the ground. But not so that phoenix sad, every day phoenix gives out beautiful flowers of the pupil's age. And then, finally, the phoenix flowers bloom full of trees. Does anyone know that in the middle of the bright red flowers, it is the memory of the students to remember their teachers, friends and school.
Whenever referring to the summer, to the red phoenix tree, people mention the wonderful creature of nature, of nature: summer mites. By the summer, they would test each other and sing all over the corner of the school. The song is not as good as the song of Sơn Ca, Ms Mộng Mi, but simply the cicadas are the lyrics of the summer. Cicadas sounded everywhere: at the corner of the school, in every grove, every bush of grass, and even in the windows of the classroom. The sound of reminding us is not only the song of birds, but also the sound of summer calls. The cicada has a deep meaning that adults cannot understand, only these students can understand because the sound of the nickname is very cute is the "song of the pupil". Was the lyrics of the students, they must be very attached to the students. So, so far, it has sounded a close friend of his brothers and sisters. The k signals the students of all things: summer is coming, it's time to take a break after a semester, a stressful school year, it's time to have fun. But the most important thing is the signaling ks that are far away from school, away from friends, away from teachers. But no matter how far away, it is always in the heart, in the minds of every student.
Every time I see the phoenix tree, I hear the sound of the cicadas, so my students are so excited. And so, the phoenix and the cicadas are always the beautiful memories that students still retain. Phương, ve ơi, we won't forget you! Thanks to you, we understand how exciting summer is. Summer has brought us the color of dear childhood. Even if we are far from the school, we will still remember the school roofs, teachers, friends and the phoenix and the cicadas of these students.

Answer 2

[ﾟ°☆Morgana ☆°ﾟ ( TCNTT )]

Me and Trang are two close friends from the beginning who have just started pracing spelling o, a. Until now, when the two of us were sixth grade students, our friendship was still pink as ever. My house is not far away from Trang's house so every morning we both go to school together. The way to school with the two of us is a wonderful world. The most beautiful road is the section running along the river with a long row of great phoenixes. Right now, under the bright yellow sun in the early summer, in the bustling sound of the cicadas, I see how beautiful the scene is. Phoenix goods in the summer sun with the sound of the busy song makes me feel excited.
 The summer sky is so high. The white clouds are floating in the deep blue sky. Sunny, the sunshine of the summer is bright and brilliant. The sun warmed my soul and comforted me about the worry of the coming summer day. My way to school was also crowded and bustling every early morning, also happy with the laughs of the students. We also had every year on this road the image of a phoenix along with the sound of the summer days was more or less in my soul a happy and sad feeling.
The phoenix has a very close beauty to me. From a distance, looking back at the phoenix restaurant raspberry red gac. I do not know how many years old phoenix has blooms only to see many branches, luxuriant leaves. The great phoenix tree which tree is the same. The roots of the tree zigzagged up to the ground giant snakes. The trunk was big and rough, the two of us hugged and did not give up. The branches were strong and strong, the big umbrellas. The phoenix leaves are green, cool and delicious, young tamarind leaves. Phoenix flower crimson. The flower in the summer is very beautiful and slightly orange. Writer Xuan Dieu once wrote: "Phuong is not a piece, a branch but a whole red sky. Each flower is only one element in a fresh society. ”The phoenix flower seemed to erupt into the space of a blazing forest fire as if nothing could be turned off. People had forgotten the flower, only thought of the goods, to the tree, to the big canopy, a thousand butterflies. Summer is called how many mules. It is cicadas, mites, etc. They are all waiting for the day of the flowers to bloom. Then only a few bright sunny days, the phoenix flowers were blooming red in clusters, each bunch. The small fire of the day was burning up into a torch. The more the sun became more and more bright and bright, brought me the way learn a fairy color. Phoenix flowers and cicadas have made the river a passionate music. Every summer, four times a day, Trang and I go on this road is the same time we heard the king of the ks on the branches of the phoenix tree. The ks sounded it gave me a hard, indescribable feeling. It was a happy feeling because I was about to take a summer break, a fleeting feeling of friendship and love for teachers and students. Am I going to be far away from my school but do I still study hard everyday? And I will not often go through this path? I won't be able to see my teachers for three months? That time with me is too long! And it seems that when I am in my head with nostalgia, with the sadness, is the king sound happy? The cicada sounds as if it was quiet with me. Surely the ks also partly understand my mood, of a student who is going to have to leave the school roof where he has been attached for years. He quickly came and quickly left. It has been ruined, the notes have invited every day to sing the old voice, now it has gone. Phuong left question marks dangling from the branches. What is the question mark that tells me about my future, about the good friendship between me and Trang? Is that phoenix the embodiment of my future? All are just question marks in waiting.
Perhaps later on whether I have grown into a successful person or a normal person, the image of the phoenix path that I have been attending throughout my childhood to school will never fade away in my memory. mine. And now I am also steadfast to believe one thing: "The phoenix is ​​dead".