Because the shortest spring is spring, you can see the grass sprouting in the snow and the buds spit out by dead branches; You can see green, the most basic pigment of life; You can see bright red, which is the flame of hot blood. Without color, there would be no melody, no poetry, no dance, no exercise, no all this! Spring gives the world color, hope and future.
No one knows where spring begins. Spring doesn't have a starting point like runners. Probably in the water wilderness of Evg, south of Oktobey Lake, spring formed, flourished and spread; When stretching to the north, the pace becomes more and more powerful and the color tone becomes more and more vivid. Here, at the southernmost tip of the United States, the arrival of spring is not sudden, unlike some New England valleys, where flowers of Papaveraceae and Ranunculaceae bloom instantly. The evolution of the season here is slow, the seasonal clock swings slowly, and the arc of the swing is not that long.
2. Summer
Early summer is beautiful, which is another kind of beauty different from sunny spring. If the beauty of spring is in full bloom, then the beauty of early summer is in full bloom. What word should be used to sum up the scenery in early summer? "Green, fat, red and thin"? No, it's about flowers in late spring; "Deep green, thin red"-this is the difference! "Green" and "dark" describe the density of green; "Red" and "thin" show that the youth is fading, but it is not unique. Where is it? I looked everywhere. Ah, I found it. Aren't there some small red flowers in the wild rose bushes by the ditch? However, red is very pale and almost lonely, especially against the thick green around it, which is even more "the flowers are late". Look at green again, but it is layered, endless, green, green, green, green, green, as if the whole sky has been dyed green.
The wheat in the field unconsciously changed from blue to yellow, changing vilen's face. The wind blows with a slight warmth, and the cuckoo calls from time to time, telling us that "spring has passed" but the season of early summer and April.
Spring has gone with the fallen flowers, and summer is covered with green leaves and jumping in the warm wind. ..... The leaves of poplar trees in the street are moving with a layer of green light in the sun, and a layer of white gas like fog hangs around the blue sky upstairs; This layer of green light and white gas makes people feel very happy, but it is a bit dry.
3. Autumn
Autumn in Tianmu Mountain is quiet and green. ..... Rain and fog locked the green Dai, and I felt that the trees did not know how deep it was; Thick clouds seal the mountain pass, I don't know how high it is; Light fog permeates around the flowing stream, and I don't know how long it is.
It's almost Mid-Autumn Festival, clear sky in Wan Li. As soon as the morning breeze blows, it is refreshing, such as flying away. Yellow-ripened seedlings in rice fields are sometimes a slow and long fluctuation, and there are also bouts of whispers.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is the most beautiful time in Beiping. The weather is just lukewarm, and the length of day and night is equally divided. There is no yellow wind blowing from Mongolia in winter, and there is no heavy rain with hail in the dog days. The sky is so high, so blue, so bright, ... the blue of Xishan and Beishan is a little deeper, and every evening, I put on all kinds of robes.
Autumn Tiger is a peaceful day before late autumn and winter. It comes to different areas in different years and at different times of 10 and 1 1 month. It comes and goes irregularly. It was a time of golden smoke and bright tulle full of floating and timely relief. The approach of the winter step has increased its charm and strengthened its impermanence. Thomas de Quincy described this season as "the last short resurrection of summer, the most brilliant expression of summer, a rootless resurrection in the past and persistent resurrection in the future, just like the brightness of the light that is about to go out." This season has many names in many parts of the world, such as: the second summer, fake summer, St. Martin's summer, the fifth season, autumn summer, Halloween summer, the sound of summer exhibition, late summer, and old woman's summer.
4. Winter
In the morning, there is a large white fog.
The towers and mountains in the distance are out of sight. Close to the field, the forest is like a layer of yarn, so you can't see it clearly.
The sun is like a red ball, rising slowly, giving off a faint light, which is not dazzling at all.
The crops in the field have long been harvested, and people are busy harvesting cabbage.
The fog slowly dispersed and the sun was shining.
Towers and mountains can be seen in the distance. You can also see clearly the fields and Woods nearby.
There are many big persimmons hanging on the persimmon tree, which are like red lanterns.
A thick layer of yellow leaves fell in the forest. Only pine trees and cypresses are not afraid of cold, and they are still so green.
5. Scenery
This is not a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. Naturally, there would be no running water, and there would be no clear scenery.
This is the Yellow River Valley where the Chinese nation was born. It is said that Dayu once trudged here when he was controlling water.
The mountains and rivers here are as beautiful as Zhong Ling, the cottages here are quiet and ancient, the mountains and rivers here are lush, the ponds here are sparkling, the smoke here lingers in the mountains, the smoke here rises above the stockade in the morning and evening, the mountains here are connected with the sky, the water is connected with the mountains, and the landscape plants, ancient buildings and folk customs are all smart in the simple and natural ecological environment.
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The turbulent and turbid Yellow River roared eastward from the front of the stockade, like a thick and lascivious torrent, raging wildly and dirty, eroding the heavy and silent riverbed.
The stockade is located on the hillside on the south bank of the Yellow River. On the other side are towering mountains, steep peaks, beautiful deep valleys and turbulent rapids. In the waters not far from the south bank, a whirlpool with high waves and deep water naturally forms. "Woo-hoo" wails day and night in the valley, as if telling people who have lived here for generations that "the flood is merciless".
The wide water surface is like soft and shiny silk, and the simple and simple boat is like scissors. Cut this silk bit by bit. Look at the pond when there is no wind. Looks like a long sleep. The simple lotus-picking and fish-feeding boat woke up here and slept there again. Only when the storm comes, scratching everywhere, seemingly sleeping pond will laugh. Fish swim leisurely in the pond, seemingly shallow, but can't catch it. On the contrary, it stirred the calm pool water and caused ripples. There are always one or two drops of water on the lotus leaf, which are occasionally touched by fish immersed in the pond, and the crystal drops fall into the pool with a bang. The reflections of green lotus, stockade, mountain peaks and white clouds tremble in the water and stare for a long time, as if they were in a psychedelic crystal palace. Clusters of huge thick green lotus leaves float on the water, which can't be said to be a lotus in the water, nor a piece of water in the lotus. A waterfowl that rises suddenly, or a fish that accidentally jumps into the water, will make the beautiful images of mountains and stockades reflected in the water tremble and intoxicate.
6. Parks
There is a beautiful park near my home. The park is full of birds and flowers and beautiful scenery. No matter how it changes all year round, it is always so charming.
When you walk into this beautiful park, you see a dense forest. Walking into it is like walking into a green world. Through the Woods, a tall and spacious pavilion appears in front of you, where several people are talking and laughing leisurely.
In this park, the most beautiful is the lotus pond. You see, the lotus leaf is like an upside-down straw hat, and some stand out of the water. Some are like sentries standing guard, waiting by the lotus; Some float on the water, like green plates, collecting rain and dew for lotus flowers. Lotus flowers, large and small, are dotted in the middle of the lotus leaf, and some are flower bones, waiting for the day of flowering; Some flowers are in full bloom, as if they are in full bloom, swaying with the wind, really like an unparalleled landscape painting. I can't help but think of the poem praising the lotus: "Mud comes out without being stained, but it's not evil."
Whenever I enjoy this beautiful scenery, I always feel relaxed and happy. If I were a painter, I would draw this beautiful scenery; If I were a poet, I would praise it with the most beautiful poems. ...