I like mild spring. I like to watch the sunrise in the spring breeze. It illuminates the earth and awakens everything. I like the grass with this pearl dew hanging in the morning, crystal clear, innocent and lovely.
I like warm summer. I like fluffy and lush trees and enjoy playing in the cool under this "big umbrella". I like clear rivers. The water is cold and cold. In hot summer, walking in it is the best enjoyment.
I like colorful autumn. I like to watch the fiery red maple leaves fall slowly like butterflies and dance in the breeze. I like the straw piles on the farm, and I like the little people in fluffy skirts. They are cute and playful.
I like pure winter. The sun hangs lazily in the air, bringing warmth to the earth. And that standing pine tree, under the oppression of winter snow, is still standing proudly and evergreen. I like the lovely white snowflake, which is a little cold in my mouth and melts in my mouth like cotton candy, but it is not as sweet as cotton candy, but it is simple. Whenever the snow scene ends, wet stains will be left on clothes and trousers.
2. Write a composition on my favorite four seasons, and the last leaf falls, and the world suddenly forks. In winter, she appears carefully in people's eyes like a shy woman. Who knew she was as agile and light-footed as a swallow? Just like Miss Chun knocking on Tao Yuanming's door, it's natural. Although there is a cold wind in the pocket in winter, it is winter after all. Leng Yan, which belongs to the beauty in winter, needs no warm memories, and it suddenly occurred to me that it was time to thicken the clothes. This idea has mostly warmed my memories of winter for many years. It really has nothing to do with the temperature drop in winter. Maybe it's because I like winter. From cold to summer, from autumn to winter harvest, this is a seasonal process of nature, and no one will doubt it. It is undeniable that spring is fresh and lively, summer is lush and colorful, and autumn is thick and full. But when they touch the tentacles of winter, they hide their true feelings and are particularly stingy with their respective seasonal colors. People waiting at the winter gate have * at first. Nature is simply a tolerant and kind old mother. Like welcoming the birth of a new life, she boldly opened her arms, embraced everything in winter and was open-minded. After being embraced by Mother Nature in winter, in the following days, there will be wind, snow and ice, geese will fly south unexpectedly, and small animals will dig holes intensively to avoid the cold. There will be girls in high boots and thin sweaters who will go in and out at low temperature without fear, and the beauty will be "freezing to death". In the face of such a rich winter, I really want to know if I dare to admit their monotony and dare to say that only they are entitled to enjoy the patent this season. To put it bluntly, I don't need to understand this, the feeling of winter. Just one "like" is enough to make me not care about the existence of other seasons. The winter I said belongs to the winter in the north. Because of the authentic northerners, my feelings for the northern winter often make me have an impulse to accept it at all times. So I am more accustomed to open my eyes, open my mind, spread my hands, find it, think about it, touch it, and then snuggle up to it with my heart when winter comes. This is absolutely not to be ignored. The wind is out of date, and the dust on the ground is pulled high in the air and dances wildly. Every wind roar is a long whistle of pride, wrapped in a kind of dryness, a kind of courage, a kind of courage, without any feeling of vanity and affectation, and there is a spectacle of the wind destroying the tower. The wind is retrograde, and the large and small gravel is swept away, which is disdainful. What we can appreciate most is the resistance brought by the raging wind, which explains the taste of "trekking". At this time, we have to admit that such a trek is also a kind of cordial feeling for the great power of nature and a different face from nature. Compared with the wind in the south, the wind colliding in the north is not a clever weapon in the hands of sculptors. In the plateau and sand dunes, in the landform evolution of flat land and gully, it tries its best to show the magnificence of its strength. This wind, stroking the vast Gobi desert in the northwest, stepping over the loess plateau with thousands of valleys and valleys, has been to the wind power station in Inner Mongolia, and kissed everyone on the rugged and uninhibited land of the north. It exists in the magical land of the north like an elf, so its essence is contaminated with the character of the north. Of course, the winter wind will encounter cracks. He will also blow the cocoon-forming hand of the old woman with the head of a goose skin crane. However, all old women and passers-by don't curse winter because of its nature. Every winter, all the old women and passers-by say at most, "What a beautiful day!" " As for snow, it is a specialty that promotes the romantic mood in northern winter. When a mass of white covers it, the whole world presents a pure beauty, unparalleled. It is a kind of mood to watch snowflakes falling, because they bloom and decorate silently in fields, cottages, streets and inns. Refreshing, not dirty, not kitsch, such as the gradually rich white on the ground, quiet and serene, intuition is washed away. It seems that the old monk who participated in meditation combed his unkempt hair and completed a life experience. Appreciating the snow can give him a good mood. Many times, when the snow stays, the sun flashes in a hurry, the branches pick up the snow and the eaves fall. Knocking on the window lattice of the soul is like a pipa girl holding a pipa in both hands and singing, while the snow-admiring person is like a white-haired old man, shaking a cattail leaf fan, sitting in the shade with his eyes closed, listening to pipa music and sighing the passage of time in his eyes. This snow scene is already appetizing. The ear sticks to the snow, and the tighter it sticks, the more you can hear it under the snow. Pick a small stone and gently throw it into Artemisia, flying around. A group of clever sparrows chirped about the abundance of winter. The eternal beauty of eternal life, winter in the north, is really good.
3. I like to write 680 words of four seasons composition. In our life, we have experienced countless spring, summer, autumn and winter. They add a maturity to our hearts with brushes and paint a wonderful picture of our lives. The four seasons have left beautiful images with endless aftertaste.
Spring is the season when everything revives. The gurgling stream gradually melted the frozen corpse under the moisture of the spring breeze. The grass sticks out from the ground, green and fresh. Wildflowers that used to be everywhere also have buds that are about to bloom, dotted in the grass. The weeping willows by the lake are also lovingly stretching their muscles. Spring is a vibrant world!
Summer is a season full of vitality. What flies in the sky, grows on the ground and swims in the water all show abundant vitality. Listen, cicadas are singing tirelessly outside the window. Look, the graceful lotus flowers in the lotus pond are dancing under the singing of the wind; Smell, gardenias in full bloom in July exude intoxicating fragrance. Close your eyes gently and revel in this colorful world.
Autumn is a fruitful season. In the field, bursts of fragrant rice come to the nose, and golden rice waves roll and surge, covering this colorful world. Farmers' uncles are working hard, eating the sickle of fragrant rice and working day and night. Autumn is a harvest season!
They all left a good impression on me. Winter, although not as vibrant as spring; There is no hot summer, and no autumn can bring us the joy of harvest, but it is my favorite season.
When the word "winter" is mentioned, people can't help thinking of snow. Yes, snow, the spirit of winter, makes winter no longer boring. Its pure white color has become a unique landscape in winter. Grass, trees and roofs are covered with layers of snowflakes, making the world wrapped in white dress up as a lovely girl. I prefer the scenery in the cold wind to the scenery in winter. It's so beautiful. Little red blood is dotted on the white earth, which is particularly enchanting and presents another taste of winter. This reminds me of the poem "No bitter cold, plum blossoms come naturally." Winter is the season of makeup!
Throughout the year, like a string of colorful notes, each one is unique and has its own unique charm. After four seasons, listen carefully to this wonderful song of the four seasons on the long journey of life!
When I was a child, I liked spring best in a year.
Because spring represents vitality, and because my birthday is in spring. Every time I look at the budding flowers, new green grass and tender willow leaves floating in the wind, I feel that spring is so beautiful and kind.
Stepping into the campus, I like the unrestrained summer. He is so enthusiastic and happy.
If spring is like a girl, then summer is like a lively teenager, running in nature, infected with the breath of summer! Flowers blossoming, patches of green grass, how beautiful! In the fourth grade, I like autumn, the falling rain, and the yellow leaves on the trees are blown by the autumn wind, like butterflies playing again. This also tells us that winter is coming.
Now I like winter, the bustling New Year, how festive. Although the tree is bare, it is covered with frost. How beautiful.
The snow on the ground is very thick, ah! Winter is a silver world, which also means that a new year is coming! How beautiful all the year round, the kindness in spring, the boldness in summer, the beauty in autumn and the cold in winter. Nature has given us such beautiful four seasons. We really have to thank him.
I like the composition of the four seasons. I like spring when the warm wind blows on my face.
In the lovely green, there is obviously a gentle beauty. When the breeze blows, when the willow tips are raised, when the river rises and the sky is blue, I really feel that I am in a fairyland, which is so magical and beautiful.
The spring rain comes and goes without a trace. When you find it, it's gone. When it rains heavily, listening to the thunder and little rain, I always think of my brother's childish words: "Brother, Grandpa Lei seems very angry today. Let's go talk to him and calm down! " I don't know why, but I smiled inexplicably.
I think: even serious people will be made to laugh by him! I like summer, although it is very hot, but his serious face makes all the flowers, grass and dad grow up a lot. He is like a serious teacher, but also like a respectable teacher, letting plants go through the storm.
I can't help but think of our teacher, strictness is love, and looseness is harm. Yes, if the teacher doesn't teach hard, isn't tired and earns a lot of money, then why should the teacher teach me so tired? Because the teacher wants us to grow up! I like cool autumn.
Autumn, a mature season, in Dan's world, when I saw sorghum dancing with red light, corn grinning and ears hanging down, I was overjoyed, stroking rice, stroking corn and looking up at sorghum. I really can't tell you how much I like it. Maturity, making the final contribution to mankind, the last glory in life, landing, falling leaves, waiting for the next spring, germination, frustration, maturity.
I like pure, pure and white winter.
After all, it is cold. In some places, the cold has frostbitten many poor families.
However, winter is unintentional. Winter is also very considerate. He invited Sister Xue to play jokes on people in winter. Have a snowball fight Make a snowman. skating
Isn't that great? Perhaps, some people will think of death in winter.
No, winter is active. It is connected with spring. Only by standing the test of winter can it continue to grow in spring. Think back, what's the difference between four seasons and life? Aren't they all growth, education, frustration, maturity and death? Life is lovely, let's take it seriously, shall we? .
I like the composition of the four seasons. There are four seasons in a year, namely spring, summer, autumn and winter. These four seasons all have their unique beauty.
I like spring. In the garden, all kinds of flowers are blooming.
The grass is not to be outdone, singing and dancing in the spring breeze. The fragrance of flowers and plants is refreshing, so I always remember all this.
I like summer. In the garden, a hundred flowers are blooming, and no one will let anyone.
In the pond of the park, the lotus is graceful, graceful and beautiful. This is the unique beauty of lotus. I often go to the park to enjoy lotus flowers as soon as the summer vacation is over.
I like autumn. The autumn wind is extremely cold.
The leaves are fluttering in succession, very natural and unrestrained. In the garden, I was intoxicated by the fragrance of chrysanthemums.
In rural areas, fish and shrimp are big and good, and cattle and sheep are fat and strong. By the way, there is also the smell of fruits and vegetables in the orchard, which makes people drool.
I like winter too. The north wind is howling, the snow is falling, the earth is white, and everywhere is covered with silver.
In the snow, the children are enjoying themselves: some are making a snowman, some are having a snowball fight, and some are skating, not to mention how happy they are. Of course, I also like everything in life. What about you? .
7. I like four seasons. I love the four seasons, and I love autumn more. Although autumn is not as colorful as spring, as vibrant and lush as summer, nor as lush as winter.
But autumn has its unique beauty. In autumn, the sky is high and the clouds are light, fruits are numerous, and autumn chrysanthemums are in full bloom.
The beauty of autumn is fallen leaves. The leaves turned yellow, and the dead leaves fell with the cool breeze, flying all over the sky like golden butterflies, and the fallen leaves fell to the ground, and the whole ground was covered with a golden carpet.
The beauty of autumn lies in the fields. The fields are golden everywhere, shining in the bright sunshine, like an endless golden ocean. Farmers' uncles are busy, some are harvesting grain, some are preparing for next year's spring planting, and some are grinding noodles ... Look, how sweet they are laughing! I am also very happy in my heart.
The beauty of autumn lies in the orchard. In the orchard, the farmer's uncle is picking fruit. Those red fruits make my mouth water. The farmer's uncle may also smell the fruit and put it in his mouth from time to time to taste the fruit of this labor.
The beauty of autumn is in the sky. There is hardly a cloud in the sky. The sky looks so high, almost several times as high as usual.
The so-called "the sky is high and the clouds are light" is the beauty of the autumn sky. In autumn, the most beautiful is the park.
There are golden chrysanthemums, golden leaves and golden tiles everywhere in the park, and the park has become a golden world. In the flower bed, chrysanthemums of different sizes are dense, like brothers and sisters who are United and friendly.
Chrysanthemums come in different shapes, some of them bend over as if nodding to welcome us; Some flowers are red, as if they saw us and felt very shy; Have a plenty of flowers and bones, and they will burst at the sight. If you look closely, you can see a group of ants carrying food for the winter, and a mantis seems to say, "Brother Ant, winter is still early! You have food with you now. " The ant said, "Yes.
We are very small animals. We have started to move grain now, and we have just moved enough grain in winter. If we don't move, we won't have anything to eat in winter. "I like autumn so much.
I shouted: "I love you, autumn!" " I love you, autumn! " .