In summer, the small pond in front of people's homes in the countryside is full of large and small, elegant and beautiful lotus flowers. Lotus petals are white and red, like a little girl who loves beauty, putting powder on her face. Along the green stems of the lotus, I saw at a glance the big lotus leaves floating on the water. They were lying lazily on the crystal clear river, which was particularly beautiful. Lotus "girl" and lotus leaf "boy" are a natural couple when they are "partners".
Autumn is a harvest season, and rice is no exception. The rice fields planted by the farmer's uncle have matured and become dazzling golden yellow. These rice fields are endless, like a golden ocean, which is the reward of farmers' hard work. Golden rice, heavy and full of grains, bent down golden waist, as if to say, "Master, come quickly, 1, take me home!" I'm too tired to stand up. "
In winter, the earth is covered with a white coat. White snow covers the earth, trees, roofs and fields as far as the eye can see. It's like the world is suddenly a few years older and its hair is white. There is no trace of being trampled on the snow, and there is no place to be swept.
Ah! How beautiful you are in the country! No matter what time you have, there is a charming place. I love the countryside, especially its beautiful scenery!
In July, the sun hung like a fireball in the blue sky. The cloud seems to have melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.
Spring goes with the falling flowers, and summer comes with green leaves in the warm wind.
The early summer sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with shiny spots the size of copper coins.
The wind blows with a slight warmth, and cuckoos sing from time to time. It is telling us: "Spring is over."
Grass, reeds and red, white and purple wildflowers are steamed by the fiery red sun hanging high in the air, and the air is full of sweetness and intoxication.
In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom, red, purple, pink and yellow, like bright spots embroidered on green carpets; Crowds of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around with difficulty.
In midsummer, it is so hot that even dragonflies only dare to fly near the shade, as if they were afraid that the sun would burn their wings.
There is not a cloud in the air, there is not a wind, there is a scorching sun overhead, and all the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily.
In midsummer July, there is not a cloud in the blue sky. The sun is scorching the earth, the water in the river is boiling hot, and the soil in the field is smoking.
Under the scorching sun, on both sides of the road, ripe grains bent down and lowered their heads in the heat. Grasshoppers, like grass leaves, make a weak and noisy sound in wheat fields and rye fields, among the reeds on the shore.
The sun is like a fireball of the boss, the light is burning, the road surface is scorched by the scorching sun, and a pile of white smoke is stepped on.
It's sweltering and there's not a breath of wind. The thick air seems to have solidified.
The whole city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, which makes people breathless. Dogs lie prone on the ground with bright red tongues, and mules and horses have particularly large nostrils.
Flaming parachutes are hanging high in the air, so hot that fish in the river dare not surface and birds dare not fly out of the mountains. Even the dogs in the village just stick out their tongues and gasp endlessly.
That day, it was terribly hot. As soon as the sun came out, the ground was already on fire, and some gray gases, like clouds, like Feiyun, like fog, like fog, floated low in the air, making people feel breathless.
It was a long summer without rain, and the old loach in the field was turned white by the scorching sun. The stream near the village dropped several inches, and the stones above the water suddenly became bigger.
I don't know where the bird went; The vegetation is dejected and despondent, as if dying; Only cicadas keep chirping in the branches; It's really breaking gongs and drums to cheer for the scorching sun!
The willow trees in the street seem to be sick, and the leaves are hanging with dust and rolling on the branches, and the branches are still. The road was white, and the vendors didn't dare to shout. The plexiglass signboard at the door of the store seemed to be sunburned.