A poem about nature

Chapter One: Natural Colors Author: The natural colors in Sang Yu's works can't be described by any painter. It is so vivid and refreshing. In spring, goose yellow feathers cover the vast fields. In early summer, the leaves are green, and slowly, their green is getting stronger and stronger. In autumn, the leaves slowly turn yellow and fall, which makes people feel lost. The snow in winter makes the earth wrapped in silver, which is particularly enchanting. In fact, the most skillful craftsman in nature is flowers. Throughout the year, flowers paint colorful pictures for nature. Spring, the yellow of winter jasmine, the pink of peach blossom; In summer, Chinese rose flowers are red, and occasionally a few white flowers are particularly enchanting. The lotus in the pond does not show weakness, whether it is the blue of the lotus leaf or the red and pink of the lotus, people will never forget it. Morning glory can be seen everywhere in autumn, whether it is purple or red, it is so simple and lovely. Chrysanthemum is the most unforgettable. It blooms one after another, full of flowers, white as snow, pink as chardonnay and yellow as gold. In winter, plum blossoms are in full bloom. Decorated with red, it is more charming against the snow. Perhaps the most indescribable thing is the color of the sky, whether it is the golden color of sunrise and sunset or the clear elegance of blue sky and white clouds. Are unforgettable. I love nature, especially its colorful colors. Chapter 2: Nature is so beautiful. Author: Happiness in the rain is as beautiful as spring. Ten thousand meters of sunshine, bright breeze and warm green leaves are attracted by the pleasant sound on the way to get up early. It turns out that urban environmental protection sprinklers shuttle through the streets. After cleaning the car, the sprinkler also made its debut. Water drops like XX fell to the ground magnificently. With the extension of the sprinkler, the wet street was covered with thick gas in the morning light. The water drops falling to the ground are shining with colorful lights in the air, and the smell of water drops is everywhere in the air. The smell is purer and thicker than dew. Standing on the pedestrian zebra crossing on the road, watching the sprinklers come and go, listening to sweet music, my good mood rises. I deeply feel that the warmth of spring in this beautiful city is in the morning, which gives me a reason to be happy. From the first light, I knew nothing about sprinklers with music on the roadside. No wonder Daqing this year is different from previous years. There is no dusty weather. I think it has a close relationship with city sprinklers. It was a sunny day with no sign of rain. But in the afternoon, natural sprinklers spray nectar from the distant sky to the earth, and water droplets fly all over the sky, and then land freely. How can it compare with the dawn sprinkler? It has no fixed streets and no prejudice. Instead, the alley sprinkled nectar on some thirsty grass, on newly blooming green trees and on artificially placed flowers. It is selfless, and it doesn't even think about which is natural. This is artificial. This is not his duty. It scatters water droplets evenly where it is needed, regardless of sharing, humming a ditty and singing the music of this natural sprinkler in a low voice. It is more beautiful and can arouse the thoughts of spring. It is like a sprinkler at dawn, spraying it carefully where it should be sprayed, then stopping and disappearing into the vast universe, leaving a fresh street, clean flowers and trees and humid air. Walking behind the sprinkler, I looked at the sparkling water drops on the leaves, and then looked at the grass under my feet. The grass seems to grow up a little bit, and the fragrant water drops hang on the new buds, round and bright. Jingjing, like a priceless diamond embedded in green velvet, sincerely laments that you are the beauty of nature. The sunshine is still bright, and it has not been temporarily dimmed by the appearance of sprinklers. It communicated with the sprinkler with kind eyes. The whole process of watching sprinklers must be happier than us. Otherwise, how can the eyes be so warm and affectionate? Walking in the street after the rain, continuing the happiness in the morning. Feel happy for dripping water. Part III: Dialogue with nature. Author: The sharp teeth of Shan Ye exploration excavator gnawed at the hill. Gluttonous laughter echoed in the mountains. Green life has fallen, and blood and tears are flowing. Humans are greedy and crazy. What is left for future generations is only desolate rocks, wandering around with frightened eyes wrapped in sandstorms. This river is very muddy. Children with extinct fish and shrimp can only browse the scenery in textbooks. The elegy sung in the century is full of sadness, greed, twin plunder, disorderly exploitation and logging, and digging up the riddled homeland on which human beings depend. The more they get, the more they lose, the more they take and the more they lose. Nature has sounded the alarm. The law of nature is that all things live in harmony. Plants have reason to thrive. Animals have a reason to run freely. Humans have reason to enjoy happy time. Chapter Four: Listening to Nature Author: Memories have a string of hearts. He has no heroic destiny symphony, nor gentle pastoral symphony. However, he is more real and more pleasing to the ear. Every time we live in a forgotten world, it is clearly in front of us, but it seems as if the universe is far away. Only when you are calm can you forget yourself, forget yourself and be free. The wind blows, birds sing and flowers are fragrant. In the autumn wind, cicadas sing in the middle of the night, listening to frogs. Every note chapter tells the story of dreams and reality!