Winter passed, and Miss Chun came quietly. She went to the field. The snow in the field melted, and the wheat seedlings woke up. They relaxed their bones and muscles and were full of energy. Thanks to Miss Chun for waking them up with the warm spring breeze. Spring smiled, smiling so charming; So brilliant; So happy. Spring went to the grass and waved to the grass. The snow melted, and the grass straightened up and nodded to Spring to express its gratitude. Spring smiled again, so naughty and lovely. Spring came to the willow forest and smiled gently at the willow. The willow shook its head and resumed its graceful posture. The willow smiled and Spring smiled. Spring came to the stream and touched the thick ice with his hand. The ice bloomed and the water moved. The stream sang a cheerful song to thank Spring, and then it flowed away happily. The song echoed in the sky, so crisp and beautiful. Chun smiled with satisfaction. When spring came to school, I heard that my classmates were reciting the poet Mu Dan's "Spring". I was so excited that I couldn't help but shed tears. This is the spring rain. It didn't rain much, but every drop was Spring's gratitude to everyone. She thanked everything for welcoming him. She thanked everything for being full of vitality because of his arrival. The spring rain rained intermittently and stopped in a short time. A beautiful rainbow appeared on the horizon, which was a gift from Spring to everything. Spring returned to the farmland, and the old farmer thanked spring and worked hard; Spring came to the grass, and the grass greeted the spring with the most beautiful gesture, thanking her; Spring returned to the willow forest, and the willow seemed to be ashamed like a girl, quietly, but the wicker swayed in the air with the wind. Spring understood and nodded and left; Spring came to visit the stream, and the stream happily built a small splash, and the fish and shrimp kept jumping out of the water. Spring was very moved. Three months passed, and Spring got off work, and Xia took over the task of Spring ...
Xia
Xia, like a naughty, naughty child. Sneaked into the world while we were not looking.
In summer, the sunlight loses its softness like spring, and like a big burning ball, it radiates all the light to the world. Baked people's faces and dried the water drops on the ground ...
Everyone hates summer, and the ladies wear all kinds of skirts and sunglasses of different shapes. Men wear thin shirts ... but grandpa who sells popsicles doesn't think so. He only cares about shouting by himself and thinks that the hotter the weather, the better. Because the hotter the weather, the more popsicles he sells.
At the hottest time, we had a summer vacation. Although we were wearing vests and bare arms, we still dared not compare with the summer sun! Only when the sun is not in the morning and at night do we dare to show up.
In the evening, Xia is really a friend, and there are waves of cool wind. After we knew it, every family put a cool bed on the balcony and went to sleep on it.
Xia, please don't rush over and give us more joy!
Autumn
The dark green curtain soon turned golden, which indicates that beautiful autumn will appear. The curtain slowly opened. Beautiful autumn, dressed in golden clothes, appeared in the center of the stage. Autumn pointed with a thin hand, and the earth immediately became golden. Autumn took out a small pocket from her side, magically took out a rich fruit and threw it at the audience. That bag seems to have endless fruits, which are inexhaustible. Heavy fruits fly to the earth, covered with golden branches, what a fruitful autumn scenery!
Autumn is like a shy girl, smiling shyly and stepping off the stage.
Winter
Winter is coming! Winter is like a clean little girl, all white, and even the curtain has changed from golden to white. Winter wears a white velvet hat, white velvet trousers and a pair of white leather boots, just like a lovely white velvet ball. With her chubby little hands, she directed the snowflakes to fly to the earth to remove the dirt there. Snowflakes obediently obey the command of winter, dancing beautiful hexagonal bodies and falling on the earth. In a short time, the earth was white and became a world of snow.
Winter looked at the changes on the earth and smiled happily. Two small dimples appeared on his chubby little face. She hopped, hopped and clapped her hands, like a happy little pompon, and rolled off the stage.
In the bleak and monotonous winter, I always look forward to spring. I hope that her grass will grow with warblers, silk tapestries will blow over the embankment, her thousand trees will be full of beautiful flowers and blue waves will ripple, and her orchid flowers will moisten things like crisp; I hope that her spring scenery will be full of flowers and fall red like rain.
Now, spring is just around the corner. You can touch her wet hair tips and feel her warm breath as soon as you reach out, but what is spring like?
is spring carefree? "The spring water is brighter than the sky, and the rain sleeps across the boat." On the misty river waves with sparkling spring water, people are leisurely sleeping in the original boat listening to the rain, and the rain is pleasant and the wind is tender. How comfortable it is, and how leisurely it is to "knock the flag and fall in snuff after an appointment".
or is everything reviving? "There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and the spring river plumbing duck prophet." The duckling entered the water, and the peach blossoms on the shore were dotted with branches, full of spring. "Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and whose new swallow pecks at spring mud." The swallow went home, whispering to build a new nest, birds singing in the mountains and streams, returning to the earth in spring, flowers blooming, and the swallow was happy.
is spring affectionate? "jathyapple has a quiet dream, and the spring breeze is ten miles tender." It seems to be a quiet dream of embroidered curtains alone at night when the moonlight is like water, and it seems to be a ten-mile spring breeze on Yangzhou Road, which is full of tenderness.
still don't understand amorous feelings? "Flowers fade, red and green, apricots are small ... Affection is always annoyed by ruthlessness." How can you be willing to turn Haitang, which is full of branches, into green, fat, red and thin overnight? "but now I remember the night, the storm, and I wonder how many blossoms were broken? ！” , a touch of bright spring, unexpectedly can't keep this delicate beauty. Pieces of falling red are flying like butterflies, withering silently, picking up fallen petals and letting them be full of sadness.
Is spring a tear in people's eyes? "The spring shirt is wearing a needle and thread, and the tears are full." Lonely, wandering for many years, sentimental spring is coming, home is missing, spring shirt is worn out, no one can make up for it, tears are broken, and clothes are full. "It seems that it is not a flower, but a little bit, leaving people in tears." Yang Hua has three points of spring scenery, two points of dust, one point of fine water, and all the flowers have fallen, so it is clear to leave people with tears.
returning the old friend is a flower in front of the chest? "The spring breeze knows not to suffer, and it does not send wicker green." Spring breeze must have known that the past years should be a good time, so it was too late to turn the willow branches next to the pavilion green. However, outside the ten-mile pavilion, the old friend will have to say goodbye eventually. Then, just fold a flower and pin your blessing on your lapel, and tomorrow, it will be another world away.
is spring a piece of freehand brushwork? "At sunrise, the flowers in the river are red, and in spring, the river is green as blue." The bright red river flowers are dotted with the blue river water, and the water is flowing in the clouds. The spring sunshine is lightly sprinkled on the river, and a touch of reddish is sparkling, which makes people see it. Everyone wants to pick up the ink painting pen and take this beautiful picture home.
or a roll of meticulous painting? "A tree has thousands of branches in the spring breeze, which is softer than gold and softer than silk." The spring breeze is gentle, and the willows are all painted. I don't know whose slender hands have dyed these thousands of willows green and yellow. Walking on the ancient bridge after the rain, the fragrance is elegant, looking up at the mottled pine branches, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.
in spring, it warms the heart and spleen. "I want to wet apricot blossoms and rain when I get wet with clothes, and I feel cold when I blow my face."
Spring is fleeting. "The flowers in the forest wither in spring, which is too hasty." Therefore, "there are flowers that can be folded straight, so don't wait for the flowers to fail."
in spring, it's cool and moist. "The rain in the sky is crisp, but the grass color is close at a distance."
In spring, the wine is fragrant. "Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village."
in spring, I am haunted by dreams. "Where does spring go? Lonely, no road. If anyone knows where Spring is going, call him back and live with him. "
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Oh, I tried to interpret spring, but I found it too gorgeous. Is there such a pen that can draw lovely spring scenery? I also found that she is too short. Is there such a window that can keep a fleeting spring? Spring has come and gone, gone and returned. What is spring? I think you and I already have the answer.
Autumn Feelings
Text: Purple Youtan
It's already December, and the leaves on the trees are already yellow, but most of them are still hanging on the branches.
at night, in the faint street lights, I saw a golden tree. At that moment, I froze.
Looking at the fairy-tale golden tree and flapping its branches and leaves, I was moved to tears.
I always thought that autumn, with dead leaves, only represented desolation and loneliness. Autumn wind and autumn rain worry about killing people, and the ancients described autumn in the same way:
It is almost like autumn, and its color is bleak, and the smoke is gathering; ......
it's cold, and it hurts people's bones; Its meaning is depressed and the mountains and rivers are lonely.
Take it as a sound, be sad and eager, and call for effort.
listening to the autumn sound and watching the leaves fall one by one is a parting from field to field, and it is also the exhaustion and disappearance of life. Sadness, reluctance and helplessness are always lingering in my mind. I appreciate the autumn wind. I am intoxicated with her elegance and refinement, but at the same time, I always inevitably fall into a sad mood.
Today, this brilliance suddenly gave me a strong feeling.
That tree, a person, stood there obstinately, with golden branches, and stood strong in the wind.
it turns out that autumn is also strong. It is persistence and patience.
==> > Sails of the four seasons <: < ==
Author: Li Peifen
Who spilled the brilliance and splendor of one season? Who threw all the purple flowers and the green of Yuan Ye?
Every time there are bursts of Hong Zhong-like spring thunder in the sky, every time there is a trace of silver needle-like spring rain floating in the sky, every time the shadow of swallows is brought to the horizon ... Spring comes gently and quietly! I love spring, and love her brings warmth and geniality, but also brings the message of vitality.
Look at the colorful bridge hanging in the spring like a vault after the spring rain, just like a smile on a person's face, which makes people intoxicated. Chunshen, did you come from this bridge? Listening to the echo of the mountain spring, the gurgling music is not very similar to that of Bai Juan, who will automatically play a beautiful melody? Look at the chirping choir in the treetops, one after another, praising this lovely spring. Looking at the blue sky, there are a few white friends dotted with white clouds. Why not "put aside the melancholy and forget the disappointment; Go outside and let's see the clouds "?
As the saying goes, "A flower leads to a life, and a grass leads to eternal life." Just open your heart and warm your angelic heart!
Love in Summer
I don't know why, but I have always liked the song "A Midsummer Night's Dream". Apart from the flying notes, especially the title of the song, it gives me a dreamy and foggy feeling, which is special and familiar ... so far away ...
In the hot summer, it is a supreme pleasure and enjoyment to linger on the blue sea. It's surprisingly quiet: the golden sun shines on the calm sea, like a lake full of gold powder, dazzling and eye-catching: sometimes the choppy waves, with white waves, are like a raging tiger, attacking a weak lamb, and the fierce offensive and the long whistle make people shudder! And whenever the golden bird is attached to the west and the sky is still covered with a cloud, the sea and the sky meet each other, and the depths of the sea seem to send out a series of whispers, sea! What on earth are you chanting?
Looking at the gradually dark sea, thinking about the vastness of the Milky Way, the mystery of the universe, the purpose of life, and the final destination of mankind ... Alas! Sleep! Midsummer night's dream should be sweet!
Thoughts of Autumn
I was confused by the song "Thoughts of Autumn": "There are crows in Bai Shu in the atrium, and osmanthus flowers in Coody Leng are silent and wet. Tonight, people are looking forward to it. I wonder whose home is Qiu Si?" I also wept for Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha", "The old vine is a faint crow, the small bridge is a flowing family, the old road is a thin horse, the sun is setting, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world". Autumn, what a bleak season!
On a bleak autumn night, look for a bright moon and a quiet forest to send a message to friends far away: You once said, "Friendship is like an immortal flower, like an eternal candlelight". However, year after year, why can't you be found in my dreams? Pieces of maple leaves contain my infinite thoughts, and let the crystal-like boat carry you a crystal-like blessing!
My hometown after the white clouds: the glittering and translucent glass tower in Kaifeng City, the gorgeous peony flowers in Luoyang City and the spectacular Baima Temple, and the antique remains of the Thousand Buddha Rocks in Longmen ... often come back to me in my dreams. It's just, when will I be able to witness your flying spirits?
Hope for Winter
Loneliness hangs high in the sky, and the silent winter that falls on earth is covered with a mountain of catkins, bringing a bleak north wind. There is a saying: "The years and months are like a dead branch, and the sun and the moon are like a shuttle." Winter! Should I hate your early health or the late arrival of spring?
The process of growing up is bitter, but we really don't need to be afraid, because behind every sadness, there is a joy of growing up, just like the pine and cypress frost and snow, and spring is always accompanied by the severe winter.
someone once said, "There are so many gulls, what's the point of knowing flying? How many people know the true meaning of life? " I wonder if he has found a real answer? But I believe: the true meaning of life lies in nature, and the meaning of life lies in the four seasons. Let me raise the sails of the four seasons and sail for the hopeful tomorrow!