Summer is like a loving mother, giving warmth to green plants. She smiled.
Summer is like a peaceful old man. It is also a kind of beauty to teach us not to make public by using only green.
Autumn is like a lovely child, waving a brush and putting new clothes on the leaves.
Autumn is like a teenage girl, and the clear sky is like her pure and beautiful heart.
Autumn is like a strong young man, propping up the blue sky with his arms and opening up a new road for us.
Winter is like a child, pure and naive, bringing people hope and reverie.
Winter is like a faint teenager, with a cold look and a smile from time to time.
Winter is like a mature person, struggling for spring and enjoying the beauty of the process. ...