Zhu Lin, Class 4, Grade 7, Chengdong Middle School, Shangyu City, Zhejiang Province
In spring,
You are a beautiful flower umbrella,
With colorful flowers,
It's its gorgeous pattern.
The spring rain is falling,
The flower umbrella gives off a strong fragrance.
In summer,
You are a small kettle,
This kettle is really small,
After a while, there was no water.
The cicada was so hurt that it had to dry its beautiful wings.
Keep shouting: "enough, enough."
Autumn,
You are a naughty pair of scissors,
Cut off all the golden leaves.
To make up for my mistake,
Quietly hanging fruitful fruits.
In winter,
You are a warm quilt,
Snowflakes all over the sky are its soft cotton wool.
It falls gently,
Accompanied by the serenade of the north wind,
The earth fell asleep sweetly.
Instructor: Lang Yuanpei
Comments: express the four seasons in the form of poetry. The language is concise and clear, very good.
Submission: 20xx-7-1611:10: 56.
Song of the Four Seasons The four seasons are like a song. Spring is a brisk prelude, summer is a warm chorus, autumn is a sweet interlude, and winter is the end of a song ... In the eyes of a willing heart, the four seasons are always good scenery.
When Xinyan heard the first crisp song, spring woke up at this moment, and she danced in the bamboo forest with the quiet rustling of bamboo leaves; With the light rain dripping on the eaves, she sang in the rain; Sow seeds with farmers working in the fields, and she sings in the fields; Playing in front of the bridge in the water town, she plays the violin in Jiangnan.
A roar of the hot sun sent away the warm spring and ushered in the passionate summer. Look! In the field, farmers are busy transplanting rice seedlings, showing their enthusiasm; On the road, the cries and shouts are full of summer passion; Hutong, handfuls of small chairs, cups of green tea, cross talk, laughter ... buried in the cool in summer.
I don't know if the summer is too ostentatious, and the sky quickly cools the autumn rain: the' Maple Grove' all over the mountain suddenly seems to be dyed red with dyes, emitting a unique charm; The rivers between the valleys also slowed down, playing games with small fish for a while and chatting with stones for a while, completely losing the momentum of summer. The green space in the field turned golden yellow, reflecting the happy smiles on the farmers' faces. The autumn wind seems just right. Although it is not as warm as the spring breeze, nor as violent as Xia Feng, it is refreshing.
A piece of winter snow sent away the cool autumn, and the earth was instantly wrapped in silver. The snow elf was very naughty. She jumped on the treetops for a while and turned her white. Then I ran to the roof and covered it with a snow quilt with a wand ... It was quiet around, only a few birds on the branches were singing ... I think it will be spring again soon. By then, the earth will be a vibrant scene.
The songs of the four seasons made me realize the changes in the world. I don't think there is anything like this unparalleled natural beauty.