The most beautiful thing in spring is dawn. Gradually, the sun came out from the east, inlaid with golden lace, and gave off bright light.
The most beautiful thing in summer is night. In the dark night, the frogs by the stream sang loudly, and the fireflies in the sky accompanied it with golden light; On a rainy night, the owl pokes its head out, spreads its wings, flies in the boundless sky, and looks at the ground with its eyes looking for delicious food.
The most beautiful thing in autumn is afternoon. Big, round apples and sweet green watermelons were picked and absorbed the essence of sunshine mercilessly in baskets, waiting to enter people's mouths. Maple trees beside the path stand upright in the soil, and waves of "maple rain" begin to enter the embrace of the earth, becoming the kind of fertilizer with a lot of water or used to cultivate trees. As the sun sets, the sound of maple leaves falling echoes in my ears.
The most beautiful thing in winter is morning. Of course, it is beautiful on a snowy morning. When I woke up in the morning, I rushed out of the door, picked up a snowflake in my hand and threw it at my friend. We all had a good time. When I got home, I ran to the fire, warmed my hands with fire and drank hot cocoa powder water, as if I were in a fairyland. How harmonious the warm stove is with this cold morning!
However, slowly, the wood in the brazier burned out, so I had to buy materials and feel the baptism of the cold wind, which made people somewhat disappointed and helpless.