Spring is like a lively and lovely little girl, as lively as a person, turning the world into a vibrant scene. Farmers' uncles sow seeds in the fields, grass sticks out its head, old trees grow branches and leaves, and graceful willow branches flutter in the wind.
Summer is like a gentle and lovely sister, dressing up the world as a world of flowers. Lotus flowers, some in bud, some two or three, some all in full bloom, elegant posture. The breeze is blowing gently, like a fairy in a veil dancing. How beautiful!
Autumn is the harvest season. The golden brown rice is heavy, bending the waist of the straw; Sorghum blushed as if he were drunk. The orchard is full of begonia fruits, like small lanterns. Very interesting.
Winter is a snowy season with dark clouds in the leaden sky. Feng and Xue, two naughty good friends, are rolling and twisting, and running unscrupulously from a distance. There are tall and graceful poplars, as tall and straight as soldiers. It seems that we should have the noble quality like poplars!
The four seasons in my hometown are beautiful and colorful, and I love them.