Extract 200~300 words from modern poetry about wind and rain, spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Spring and the colors of spring are really colorful, the sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are light green, and the winter jasmine is delicate yellow ... No wonder poets love to sing praises to spring, and painters love to describe it, because spring is a wonderful fusion of all the colors in the world, and all the colors will always meet. I wonder why these colorful colors choose spring to come to the earth. The spring rain is continuous and gentle. It moistens the earth, caresses it and whispers to it. When people are unconscious, they quietly merge into a river and accumulate into a deep pool. Ah, it is the spring rain that brings green life to the pool. Wind and rain always come together. In early spring, the cold wind awakened everything. The treetops are green, the earth is green, and even the platforms of towering buildings are green. In the Song Dynasty, Wang Anshi wrote a poem: "Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan." How well you speak! But is it more than "green"? Under the blowing of the wind, the wild flowers all over the mountains opened their eyes, one, two, one cluster, two clusters ... even joined together and merged into the sea. People face this ocean of blue, red and yellow ... gorgeous colors, and their troubles are gone, and their listlessness is gone. Thank the color of spring for giving us upward strength and confidence. Look at the sky in spring. Why is the sky colorful and dazzling? Ah, that's a kite flown by children. Under the blue sky and white clouds, kites of various shapes fly freely and soar freely. What a refreshing sight! Spring belongs to children, and the sky belongs to children, but aren't they also trying to dress up spring and add the color of spring? However, if you lean down and look closely, you will find that there are scattered yellow in the pleasing colors, which is the trace left by last winter. You may sigh: "A fly in the ointment!" Yes, who will be in a good mood when looking at those few broken limbs and flagging grasses? However, you might as well cut off the yellow winter clothes, and you will find something more novel. It's green inside! It turns out that yellow grass is also gestating, gestating a better spring. I finally understand why the colors in spring are so rich: it is the colored pens in the hands of Miss Chun who are waving diligently; It is naive children who dress naive; It is a grass that is silently bred and ignored by people. People who enjoy the color of spring, what have you contributed to the color of spring? I like vibrant spring in summer, fruitful autumn and snowy winter, but I like vibrant summer best. He came to this world with a warm heart and showed people a prosperous and powerful scene. You walked down the street with a bang. People are buying shoes and clothes. Here is thriving, bustling and beaming. Look at those girls walking in the street. Their clothes are fashionable and brightly colored, with little repetition. I think summer is a girl's world and a season to show beauty. You walked into the garden with a bang. The flowers in the garden are in full bloom. Whether it's the queen's peony or the nameless little wild flower, they all greet Miss Xia cheerfully. Willow swaying in the wind, just like Miss Xia's flowing long hair. How beautiful! This is a unique scenery in summer, because summer is beautiful. You came with a bang, walking in the market, shouting and bargaining, all together, very lively, look at that purple eggplant, curled up and smiling at you! Have a taste of purple grapes, apricots and red peaches in Huang Chengcheng. My Sweetie is crisp and sour, and summer is a paradise for fruits. You came with a bang and walked into the field. Sunflowers bloom to greet Miss Xia and dedicate her most beautiful smiling face to Miss Xia. Jin Chan, who has struggled underground for four or five years, never misses this great opportunity. She took off her golden clothes and flew to the tree and called "cicada, cicada" to show her beautiful singing. The frog is also hiding in the grass, croaking and singing her summer hymns! Summer, a lively summer; Summer, a beautiful summer; I praise you, a charming summer. In autumn, I walked around the garden, and a tall green banyan tree by the door quietly turned into an open golden umbrella. When the wind blows, the leaves are like golden butterflies, flying freely in the autumn wind, laying a golden carpet on the earth. The grass beside the banyan tree is not as green and dense as before. Under the touch of teacher Qiu, they put on yellow coats. Some red, white and purple flowers stick out from the grass, adding some gorgeous colors to the yellow carpet. The garden is quietly surrounded by a small river. I walked across the small bridge and came to the middle of the bridge. Ah, a gust of autumn wind is blowing, and the leaves are floating around on the river, like teams of small ants carrying food! The flowers and plants in the middle of the grass are yellow on one side and green on the other. Looking down from the bridge, they become a small disk that is half yellow and half green. Petals also fell, adding stripes to the earth. The earth has become more beautiful. I went to the back garden, where the young trees began to shed their leaves. Those trees bear little fruit. The fruit is round, like a small green fluffy ball. The fruit fell to the ground, leaving the garden all over the floor. Further on, it is the children's favorite slide. Although there are many fallen leaves on the ground and a layer of red, purple, pink, white and yellow petals, the children's enthusiasm for playing has not diminished at all. They laughed and sang, adding more joy to autumn. Ah, autumn is really interesting. In the small garden, I really feel the beauty of autumn! Winter and winter suddenly came. A few days ago, the gorgeous sunshine tickled people's faces. The red and yellow peaks are very beautiful against the blue sky. The girls in the small town are still in full bloom of youth and fashion, but winter has come with an irreversible attitude. In a few gloomy days, the footsteps of winter soon reached the door. The bustling city seems to be frozen in an instant, and fewer and fewer people ride bicycles. Pedestrians come and go in a hurry with their hands in their pockets, their heads down and their chins in their mouths, but the spacious tourist bus on weekdays is suddenly crowded with people wrapped up. The tall French phoenix trees on both sides of the street were stripped of their shiny skins. When a few leaves in the street were swollen by the deep red rain, they hung silently on the branches. Next to the bus shelter, a couple hugged each other gently. The girl's hand is quietly inserted in the boy's cotton-padded pocket. The boy stood firm with his back against the cold north wind. The winter night is dark and long. Even in busy streets, people are making faces at each other. Passing cars separate people, and not far away is a cold, mechanically separated steel torrent. The city where thousands of residents are hiding has no festive atmosphere. On the contrary, there is something gloomy behind everyone. Luxurious streets are paved with smooth tiles, flashing neon lights show off the beauty of modern cities to people coming and going, while beggars lie in dark corners and cold steps, as if telling people about their father's love. I am a bird, my father's love is the sky, and I fly under his care. I am a small fish, and my father's love is the ocean. I am immersed in the warmth of my father's love. My father is an ordinary teacher, but in my eyes he is the greatest father in the world. I remember one winter, I wore a cotton-padded jacket to school, and I was shivering with cold. I rubbed my hands and regretted not listening to my mother. At this time, Wu Weiwei said: "Ma Fengqi, your father is here!" I walked out of the classroom and saw my father smiling and holding a cotton-padded jacket in his hand, saying, "Come on, put it on." I put on a cotton-padded jacket, which is warm and warmer in my heart. Father said, "Be careful in the future." I smiled and nodded hard. When I got home, my mother heard that I wore less cotton-padded jacket at school and scolded me. Just about to hit me, my dad came over with a smile and said, "Children are not sensible, forget it." I looked gratefully at my father, who educated me with tolerance. Another time, I made a mistake outside and lied to my mother. Mom's criticism made me blush, and I shed tears of regret. When my father saw it, he quickly dried my tears, made sense to me, and said to my mother, "Beating and scolding children is not the best way of education, so be reasonable to them." After all, I am still a child. "Dad told me a lot of truth and persuaded me to admit my mistake. I grew up day by day and learned to be grateful to my parents. I will pass a cup of hot tea when my parents are tired; After dinner, mom and dad have a rest, and I'll wash the dishes. I have a good father who taught me what love is. I grew up in love, and there is a lamp of gratitude in my heart to illuminate my life! Motherly love When we are born, there will be a great and selfless love around us. Yes, that's maternal love. Mother generously gave us all the love and dedication and cared for us in every possible way. " But how much love has an inch of grass, and I have three chunhui. " This eternal quip of praising my mother inspired me deeply. Yes, mother cares for us with her purest love, nurtures our growth, but doesn't care about the return. Maternal love can't be measured by worldly money. In fact, having maternal love is better than having all the wealth in the world such as Jinshan silver mine. Motherly love is the spring wind, gently blowing the child's face, making people feel happy; Motherly love is the rain in summer, which nourishes us who are thirsty and gives us strength and hope in life; Motherly love is the sunset in autumn, and it will also contribute a little fiery and warm the earth at the last moment; Motherly love is a stove in the middle of winter. It tries its best to release its energy and help people spend a spring-like winter. Motherly love is like a cup of coffee. At first, it tasted nothing special. The second stutter was bitter, and finally it was sweet. This cup of bitter and sweet coffee is my mother's unique love for us in this world. This kind of love is reflected in her words and deeds, whether it is words of concern or severe blame ... this is the embodiment of maternal love. However, over the years, I have never tasted this cup of espresso carefully. Especially bitter and sweet, it really seems to have nothing to do with me. Looking back on the past, I was young, naive and naughty, and my mother was always worried; However, now I have become a mature and sensible middle school student with rich knowledge, which naturally changed my mind. I have gradually started to share the housework for my mother, solve my troubles, and initially embarked on a journey of paying back the money. This often makes my mother feel gratified and happy. But, I know, this is just the beginning of the journey, the road is long, and I have to go through a long journey of life! Isn't a person's life a cycle of love? Campus life There is a beautiful thing in everyone's heart, which adorns our life. In everyone's mind, it may be a bunch of flowers, a ray of sunshine, or a warm blessing. But in my heart, it is my campus life, which renders the blue sky all the way on my pale life. Peach blossoms in childhood are always brilliant; Childhood is not sad; Campus life is pure. A beating heart; Smiling face full of youthful breath, we sincerely edit that touching song. Whenever the teacher appears on the three-foot platform, our hearts will swim with the teacher in the ocean of knowledge, feel the fresh sunshine, appreciate the exotic customs of another world and talk about how to experience it together. Rest is pleasant. There are brilliant laughter everywhere, the friendship and respect between teachers and students turn into strings of notes flying in the air, and everyone's heart is beating happily. Every corner of the world has its wear and tear, but the teacher's goodness is endless. Whenever I encounter setbacks and feel depressed because I failed in the exam, the teacher is like a bright lamp hanging in front of my helpless soul, teaching me to urge me to be a strong man in life, because the joy of victory belongs only to the strong man in life. Friendship is the soul of life and the beacon of the soul. My campus life is sweet. Because there are familiar faces in life; A sweet smile; Warm wishes and greetings. In our successful days, we cheer together and share every successful fruit together; Play the music of the heart with happy notes together. We share weal and woe. Whenever I hear birds singing and leaves rustling, my heart becomes more and more full. Walking on the grass under my feet, my troubles disappeared among the flowers as I walked. Everything is so natural and comfortable. My campus life is like a gurgling stream, flowing happily, with glittering and translucent waves from time to time. Looking up is spring, looking down is autumn, the full moon is painting, and the lack of the moon is poetry. Campus life in the silent years decorated me with pictures of life, which made my life full of joy and enrichment. There are traces of years, which have left me a love for campus life. May the flowers in everyone's heart be fresher; May the sunshine on everyone be brighter; May everyone's smile be sweeter; May the blessings in your hearts warm your hearts. Let's work hard, forge ahead, create the brightest spot in our life and create a better tomorrow with everything in our hearts in this blue sea and blue sky. Childhood memories in modern poetry are my favorite in my life, treasured in my heart, like rushing spring water, like old wine, like fragrant teas, like colorful seasons. In spring, we sow the seeds of hope in our hearts. In summer, we have many flowers. In autumn, we bear fruit. In winter, I save my strength and prepare for next year. In our childhood, there were joys and sorrows, laughter and tears, sadness and joy. Hope to adopt! ! !