* Note: In the afternoon, Mr. Zhang Shaohua praised my composition in several classes and encouraged me to develop well. I will definitely achieve great success in the future. I was so excited that I wrote the following poems about the four seasons in the countryside.
spring
The grass is full of flowers, and the yellow-eyed wicker dances with the wind.
Ru Yan looks for spring mud everywhere, and the early frog has no end.
The bamboo shoots in the mountains seemed to stick out, and the rain fell in the air.
At this time, farmers are idle and want to plant seedlings.
summer
The flowers are full of gratitude and the branches and leaves are lush.
Mabel Miao sweats, cicadas go with the wind.
I don't feel tired when I go out early and come back late, and I try my best to be sweet.
I'm afraid of being busy and working less, and I just hope for the autumn harvest.
autumn
The west wind is bleak, the weather is cool, the autumn rain is dripping and the weeds are overgrown.
The leaves are getting colder and colder, the streams are getting colder and colder, and cassia seeds are blooming and bearing fruit.
Reading occasionally smells the sound of geese in the distance, leaning against the bar to see the countryside busy.
Jin Lang in rice fields dances with the wind, and farmers are filled with honey.
winter
There was a north wind and a cold, and the cotton trousers were still too light.
Weeds by the roadside have dried up, and the pines and cypresses in the mountains are still green.
Plum blossoms are beautiful in front of the door, and lettuce beds are in the fields.
I like the snow in the sky, and there will be a bumper harvest in the village next year.
(The above pictures are all from the Internet)