If you want to read the four seasons, you have to start reading in spring. Reading spring is like reading poetry, we should start reading from the first spring rain. Turning over the pages of hibernating and waking snowflakes, I heard the intermittent spring rain gently walking through fields, Shan Ye and grasslands, sowing the message of spring in the joints of stretched wheat seedlings, shy rape flowers and sleeping grass roots, urging them to jointing clearly and loudly.
Watching the rain in summer is the most passionate thing.
The roaring thunder is an ensemble of passion between clouds. They collided with each other, shouted at each other and encouraged each other. Thunder broke out one after another, one above the other; Drop by drop, the rain is bigger than drop by drop; The wind blew one after another, one after another. A string of crystal clear words, thunder, punctuation; A gust of wind opened chapter after chapter.
Autumn passages are always made up of golden and full grains. The autumn wind bursts, blowing the sickle in the farmer's hand together to shine. Sickle is eager to try, staring at the hurdle-the starting line of harvesting, ready for a lasting relay race at any time. The threshing machine has long been full of food and energy. Just wait for the order and it will gallop away and swallow piles of harvest. The sun lay on the dam, opening its broad mind, waiting for the grains to lie down and be baked by the sun. Page after page, the autumn wind opened the sound of threshing and singing, and the autumn harvest entered a climax. A flood of autumn water reflects a bright face and a full smile. I don't know whether it is grain infection or grain infection.
The north wind opened the chapter of winter. Only at this time, the article no longer has the brilliance of spring, the enthusiasm of summer and the roundness of autumn, but has Zen meaning. Branches and bones are full of bones and muscles, and copper branches and iron extend into the sky, just like Yan Gu's calligraphy. Looking at them, I can't help thinking that they once competed with flowers in spring, and the flowers trembled with laughter. In summer, it has been climbing and stretching, and its roots are rooted to absorb water; The branches were raised to bask in the sun.