1. My Favorite Season
Every year there are four seasons - spring, summer, autumn and winter. Spring is full of flowers and birdsong; summer is scorching and hot; fall is full of harvest; winter is cold and dripping with ice. Among these four seasons, I like spring and fall the most. When spring comes, the weather turns warm, everything wakes up and flowers bloom. The swallows also fly back, and there is the fragrance of birds and flowers everywhere. Whenever this time comes, my father and mother take me on a spring trip. In spring, there are butterflies flying all over the countryside and mountains, all kinds of colorful butterflies. My mom and dad and I chased butterflies in the mountains, catching butterflies and making butterfly specimens; we also flew kites together, and the kites that my dad and I flew were especially high, sometimes so high that they could not be seen; we also fished for fish together by the river, and even though we didn't necessarily catch fish, we could pull up our pants and play in the water, and we had a great time every time. Sometimes we can occasionally catch a small fish or two, and then we will be even more excited. In the fall, all kinds of fruits are ripe, this is a harvest season, this time mom and dad will take me to play again. One year we went date hunting, dad hit in the tree, mom and I in the ground to pick. The dates that dad hit down kept hitting my mom and me on the head, and my mom and I had to hold our heads under the tree to pick up the dates, which was fun; we also went to the vineyard to pick grapes together, and the grapevines were full of bunches of purple-red grapes. We went to the vineyard to pick grapes, which were hanging on the grapevines in purple and red bunches. We were stringing grapes around in the garden, eating them and picking the ripe ones. We picked a full bag and then and the owner of the bill, and then find a piece of cool shade, while playing and eating grapes, it is really happy; Mom and Dad also took me back home to pick peanuts, the farmer uncle planing peanuts will always have some peanuts fall in the ground. We took a small hoe to the ground to plow the soil, and picked up the peanuts that fell on the ground. While we were picking up peanuts, my father told me how peanuts grow and how they blossom and bear fruit. Although we do not pick up a lot of peanuts, but I think it is very meaningful, I not only increased knowledge, exercise, but also for the farmers to reduce a little loss.
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My favorite season - winter
I like winter, I like the warmth of the blanket in winter, to enjoy the warm and comfortable feeling; I like the winter family around the hot meal, drive away the cold love surged to the heart; I like the winter lights of the houses, softly shot, in the cold night seems so warm. In the cold night seems so warm. I think it is with the cold of winter that we understand the warmth of life!
I am a person who likes to be quiet, and will like a quiet season. Winter, there is no spring a variety of birds chirping, do not worry about the morning will be the sound of birds waking up; winter, there is no summer noisy cicadas, do not have to worry about their own homework by the cicadas chirping distraction; winter, there is no fall in the crack of the stone crickets, do not have to worry about their own sleep by the chorus of crickets, "harassment". In the winter season of silence, you can pick up a book and read quietly or enjoy a snack while quietly thinking about things. Winter gives us the most free space for our thoughts.
Winter is a beautiful season. Although there is no spring with green leaves made of green coats, no summer colorful flower dresses, no autumn golden yellow windbreaker, but there is a pure and immaculate white cotton jacket. In winter snowflakes fall and scatter the earth, looking around, "the mountains dance with silver snakes, the plains run with wax elephants, wanting to try to compete with the sky." The trees are white, the fields are white, the world is white.
Winter is also a season full of vitality. There are no more colorful flowers to decorate, not still have "cold alone" of the "several branches of the plum"? No hundred flowers rich flavor, not still have "dark fragrance"? Winter is a strange character, favorite test people. Only the plum blossom has experienced the cold test of winter, so winter only choose the plum blossom in their own season to open. Winter is the most tenacious of all!
Now, I'm going to enjoy winter and appreciate its charm while it's still fresh. Friends, let's embrace winter together!
2. My Favorite Season EssayMy Favorite Season Among the four seasons in a year, I resent the warm sunshine and warm spring breeze in spring, hate the heat of summer, and am tired of the winter when all the flowers wither away, but I have a fondness for the autumn when the leaves are falling.
In the most rampant time of the heat king - summer left the earth when the fall with light steps to the earth. In a short while, the city was covered with the sight of autumn, and there was no breath of summer at all.
Autumn, came to the campus, all of a sudden, all of a sudden, all the flowers from the summer heat to free, see the vitality again. At this time, a few leaves fell to the ground, the wind blew them spinning for this great autumn dance.
Oh, the great autumn! Autumn, came to the field, warmly greeted with a string of golden yellow corn hanging on the tree, a yellow, full of corn kernels to show people the unique gesture of autumn. Under the eaves, autumn kissed the face of the pepper fire red, like a hanging waiting for people to light firecrackers ...... autumn, gently pounced on the farmers' faces, for the crops added "blessing", for the farmers to add a happy.
Oh, the great fall! Autumn, came to the orchard, opened its "makeup box", the apple rubbed red, the orange smeared golden, the grapes painted purple glittering ...... Autumn launched all of this, cozy smile, smile ... ...Oh, great Autumn! Autumn, left the fruitfulness to the earth, left the beautiful blessing to the earth. Autumn, then whisked away, tree branches swaying, the leaves want to follow the footprints of autumn, riding the wind, playing a few spins in the air, and drifting down, leaving a beautiful thoughts and quiet contemplation.
Autumn so quietly for people "service", and we do not know what to return to it. I love the fall, more love it that do not want to return, willing to serve people "service" noble character.
3. to my favorite season writingWhen the spring with her unique new green, the sea like roaming to, can let a person intoxicated; when the spring with her unique warmth, the tide like a surge, can let a person broken soul.
Spring is definitely a canvas drenched in the colors of life. The new green, young green, fresh green, green, green, full of green eyes, gentle to our sight.
There is also a little bit of red, a little bit of yellow, a little bit of pink, a little bit of purple ah, like the stars flashing, but also surprised our eyes. So, start walking in the spring.
Stepping on her soft soil, I realized that the hotbed of life can be so flat. As long as the old man of the season drifts in, all the sleeping seeds, can be nurtured here, and give life a change of attitude.
Spring is definitely a picture dipped in the prosperity of life. Whether it is breaking out of the ground, or budding; whether it is slowly stretching, or slowly flowing; also whether it is silent, or warbling, as long as the old man of the season to open the curtain of spring, they will use their own unique way, here in the performance of the magical vitality of nature.
So, began to roam in the spring. Draped in the soft spring light, let the slightly sweet wind, swept past.
You will realize that the breath of spring, in fact, contains a most touching tenderness. Will also feel that nature is a peculiar mother, she chose the end of the winter in the depression of all things, will be the birth of a thousand forms of life, so that they step on the most tender first ray of spring light, embracing each other, the infinite vitality to the world.
Spring is also a gallery that shows the magic of life. You see, each life has its own specific form, and each specific form, contains a specific life information.
Whether it is tall, or weak, all have to go through the course of life and death, but also have a childish and mature season. Whether striking or bland, all have to follow that particular seasonal trajectory, in their own particular space of existence, to accomplish a feat of life.
Whether famous or not, whether born in the rich home, or long in the barren sand, all all, all in the spring of the sprouting of all things ah, with their own unique way, with all the enthusiasm, composed a song of life's ode. This is the spring, because of the life that sprang up here in unison, let me really feel a kind of magical beauty.
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Althoughwintermeanscoldweather,Iloveitallthesame.Ithinkwinterisabeautifulseason,especiallywhenitsnows. Snowflakesfalldownnaughtily.Theyfallonbranchesoftrees,onroofsofhousesandonwheatfields.Soonthewholeearthwillbedressedinwhite. Everythingisshininginthesun.Everytimeitsnows,Iwillrememberanoldsaying, "Winterhase,canspringbefaraway?'( Thoughwintermeanscold,Istillloveit . I think winter is a beautiful season, especially when it snows. Snowflakes are like luscious little elves, drifting down mischievously. They fall on tree branches, roofs and wheat fields. Soon the whole land is covered with silver. When the sun came out, everything shone brightly. (Every time it snows, I remember the maxim: "Winter is coming, can spring be far away?") Ilikeautumn.Ilovethefallingleavesinautumn.Theycoverthegroundwithgoldenyellow.Whenyouwalkonthem,theyrustlebeneathyourfeet. justasiftheyaresingingtoyou.Iknowtreesgetreadyfortheirnextyear'srebirthbydoingthis,soIenjoythemwithoutanysadfeelings. Thefieldsinautumnarefruity.Peopleareeasytohavegoodmoodinaharvestseason.Socan'tautumnsight *** ringhappinesstousaswell?
5. myfavoriteseasonwrite An EssayEvery year there are four seasons - spring, summer, fall and winter.
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Spring came, the weather turned warm, everything woke up, flowers bloomed. The swallows also flew back, and there were birds and flowers everywhere.
Whenever this time, dad and mom take me to spring tour. The spring outskirts of the mountains and fields are full of fluttering butterflies, various and colorful.
My mom and dad and I chased butterflies in the mountains, catching butterflies, doing butterfly specimens; we also fly kites together, my dad and I flew kites especially high, sometimes high almost invisible; we also fish together in the river, although we are not necessarily able to fish, but we can pull up our pants in the water play water, every time to play very happy. Sometimes we can occasionally catch a small fish or two, and this time we will be even more immensely excited.
In the fall, all kinds of fruits are ripe, this is a harvest season, this time mom and dad will take me to play again. One year we went to fight jujube, dad in the tree to fight, mom and I in the ground to pick.
Dad beat down the dates constantly hit my mom and I on the head, my mom and I had to hold his head under the tree to pick up dates, fun; we also went to the vineyard together to pick grapes, the grapevines are full of bunches of purple-red grapes hanging on the shelves. We strung around in the garden, eating while picking ripe picking.
We picked a bag full of gardeners and the owner of the bill, and then find a piece of cool shade, while playing and eating grapes, it is really happy; mom and dad also took me back to my hometown to pick up peanuts, the farmers uncle planing peanuts will always be some of the peanuts fell in the ground. We took a small hoe to the ground to plow the soil, and picked up the peanuts that fell on the ground.
While we were picking up the peanuts, my father told me how they grow and how they blossom and bear fruit. Although we do not pick up a lot of peanuts, but I think it is very meaningful, I not only grow knowledge, exercise, but also for the farmers to reduce a little loss.
2. I like the season - winter I like winter, like winter warm nest, enjoy that warm and cozy feeling; like the winter family around the hot meal, drive away the cold love surged to the heart; like the winter lights in every house, softly shot, in the cold night seems so warm. I think it is the cold of winter that makes us realize the warmth of life! I am a person who likes to be quiet, the same will like a quiet season.
Winter, there is no spring a variety of birds chirping, do not have to worry about the morning will be woken up by the sound of birds chirping; winter, there is no summer noisy cicadas, do not have to worry about their own in doing homework by the cicadas chirping distracted; winter, there is no fall slate cracks in the sound of the crickets, do not have to worry about their own sleep by the chorus of crickets "harassment! ". In the winter this season of silence, you can pick up a book to read quietly or while savoring snacks while quietly thinking about things.
Winter, giving our thoughts the greatest free space. Winter is a beautiful season.
Although there is no green coat made of green leaves in the spring, no colorful flower skirt in the summer, and no golden yellow trench coat in the fall, there is a pure and unblemished white cotton jacket. In winter, snowflakes fall and scatter the earth, and as far as the eye can see, "the mountains dance with silver snakes, the original wax elephants, and want to try to match the sky."
The trees are white, the fields are white, the world is white. Winter is also a season of vitality.
No more colorful flowers to decorate, not the same "cold alone open" "several branches of plum"? There is no rich scent of flowers, not still have "dark fragrance"? Winter is a strange character, favorite test people. Only the plum blossom has experienced the winter cold test, so winter only choose the plum blossom in their own season open.
Winter is the most tenacious! Now, I'm going to enjoy winter and appreciate it while it lasts. Friends, let's embrace the winter! 3. four seasons of the year, spring, summer and autumn and winter I only love the autumn a let a person produce unlimited feelings but also seems so sad season. It is not as colorful as the flowers in spring or the lushness of the grass and trees in summer or the snowflakes in winter, but there are a lot of golden avenue full of fallen leaves landscape. When autumn comes I do not like to watch the maple leaves of the red-hot green pine verdant chrysanthemums in bloom but like a strain of sycamore trees so that people can not erase the memory of ---- leaves big hollow. Autumn this season is still rainy in the south of the rain a shy woman. Hear "sparse rain drops wutong" this "drops" word not only drops to the sycamore leaves is dripping into the heart of every person who has a heart. Because of the bleakness, Li Qingzhao wrote: "Wutong more and fine rain into the dusk dripping." Because of the sadness of parting, this "heroine" has a sad heart and sadness. Also because of the feelings of separation, Wen Tingyun sang: "Sycamore tree three more rain does not say that separation is bitter. A leaf and a sound of the empty steps dripping to the bright." A few words of deep feeling but also short words make the lyricist's heart have a place to talk about the bleakness. That is the sycamore tree in the fall. What made Bai Juyi recite the phrase "Autumn rain when the sycamore leaves fall"? Because of the sadness and the fall. Autumn rain sycamore both create a sad atmosphere of autumn and bleak mood so that people who want to drop into the sycamore rain. The season of autumn must also be accompanied by the moon. The moon is a spiritual place for people to express their feelings. The moon is dark, the moon is full, the moon is full, the moon is full, the moon is full, the moon is full, the moon is full, the moon is full, and the moon is full. Su Shi's "the lack of the moon hanging sparse tung" will not let people have reverie Zhu Shujin "bed cool full of wutong moon moon in the wutong lack of bright" I do not know how many people experience it Li Yu's "lonely wutong deep courtyard locks the Qingqiu" that the moon as a hook how can not feel the coldness of the autumn how bleak the autumn! What a bleak fall! What a sentimental fall that makes people have emotions! Autumn and the sycamore and the rain and the lack of the moon together to take a photo that photo exists in our hearts to be able to live forever. That photo is a true depiction of autumn. The sycamore may be the cold crows also refused to perch; the rain may be envied by the geese; the lack of moon may be the literati in the sentiments. No fall is not complete four seasons! But I always think that the sycamore rain lack of moon this photo needs a literati heart that emotion can really be experienced. Four seasons of the year I only love the fall --- bleak season of emotion season. Comment: the literary and cultural heritage of the composition gives a feeling of elegance gives a feeling of a very broad field of knowledge to.
6. Composition: my favorite season to write spring, and the beauty of the, ChineseSpring has come, the kite line brought back the message of spring, the swallows back to the hope of spring, the green grass to show the vitality of spring. I can't help the temptation of spring and run out to enjoy the beauty that spring gives us. I rode my bike to my grandmother's house in the countryside, passed a rape field, pieces of golden yellow into my eyes, swarms of bees through from the flowers in the middle, I couldn't help but probe to smell, the light fragrance into the heart, I feel like I'm about to get drunk. Next to the rape field is a bush of wild roses, pink pink, fragrant, a, two, three, four ...... a butterfly in the race to collect pollen, they are a moment in the flower on the song, a moment and then in the flower on the play, busy. Further on, I saw a large green grass, there are occasionally one or two yellow flowers, there is a world of children, they are flying kites. The kites flew up to the sky with their dreams, some of them were a peace dove, some were a butterfly, and some were a fierce eagle....... The wind was also like a naughty child, constantly playing with these lovely kites, either up or down, or left or right. Look at the children a happy smiling face, I want to immediately grab a kite, with my dream to fly ...... came to my grandmother's house, the peach tree next to the house is in full bloom peach blossom, in the sun's reflection, the peach buds shyly unfolded its beautiful stamens, greedily sucking up the warmth of the sun, looking at, my eyes emerged in front of me I can see the fruitful scene of summer in front of my eyes. Aah! The peach blossom is the new hope of spring. In my eyes, spring is beautiful, is joyful, is full, I love spring everything! If you are not satisfied, please continue to pursue oh~.
7. Essay My Favorite SeasonThere are four seasons in a year, spring, summer, autumn and winter, and each of them has its own characteristics, the lightness of spring, the romance of summer, the loftiness of autumn, and the gravity of winter.
Among these seasons, my favorite is spring, which is a season of everything recovering and blossoming, and every place retains the breath of spring: lightness and relaxation. Diligent bees collecting honey in the flowers, butterflies dancing in the fields, dragonflies playing by the stream ...... In the park, all kinds of flowers are competing to open, there are *** roses, colorful chrysanthemums, and there are crowned peonies.
They look very energetic.
In winter, the cold mercilessly freezes the lake into ice, but when the spring girl comes, the lake becomes rushing and clear again. The yellowed fallen leaves disappear and turn into new green leaves on the branches of the trees.
The geese fly back again from the south, and that is because of the warmth of spring. Spring is also particularly suitable for traveling, kite flying ...... I remember in particular one time I went out with my family to play, because of the warmth of spring, so make the trip easy.
Spring is a vigorous, positive season, we have to work harder upward, as "the silk worm to death, the wax torch into ashes, tears began to dry". Spring rain like silk, but sometimes it is also a downpour, the soil of plants and trees are all washed clean, the leaves, petals on the extra white and soft like a baby's smile, sweet, pure, love.
I love spring! In spring, everything is revived; in summer, the sun is on fire; in autumn, the fruit is abundant; in winter, snow-capped. Each season has its own unique beauty.
In these four seasons, I like the spring of a hundred million flowers blooming. The cold winter is over.
The spring breeze blows all over every corner of the wilderness, and the warm sun shines on the earth, awakening everything on the earth and bringing endless hope to the earth. Ah! Spring is here! "Blowing face not cold willow wind."
The spring breeze is full of the breath of spring, bringing the tenderness of spring. Grass is awakened by the spring breeze, quietly poked out his little head, stretching, looking curiously at the new world in front of him.
In the spring breeze, the trees that have been sleeping for a winter are covered with a green veil again. From behind the spring girl took out a beautiful flower basket, will be a lot of colorful flowers sprinkled on earth: red so bright, yellow so brilliant, white so flawless.
Symposium is bright and sunny, the tall poplar tree, blooming young green leaves, ting ting of the pagoda pine layer of new green, soft willow, with the wind whisking. The hazy silk rain, like cow hair, like flower needle, like fine thread.
Obliquely, densely woven, its moisturizing rain for the grass to wash the ears of a bath, to the flowers decorated with a few crystalline pearls.
Let the fingernail-sized leaves more green. Because of the arrival of the spring rain, let the earth become more lively, willow sister in combing her freshly washed hair, the brother of the river for their own again can send out the silver bell-like "clattering" sound of the water waves and feel happy.
In this gentle spring, the breeze is rippling, it is a good time to fly a kite, the long centipede kite swinging in the sky, as a real centipede, life-like. A beautiful little butterfly suddenly appeared in the sky, swinging its colorful wings as if showing its beauty.
Gradually, there were more kites in the sky, some of them were entangled, some were like playing hide-and-seek, some were like whispering, and the children ran and laughed in this world of kites.
I like the leafy summer, I like the fruitful autumn , I like the snowy winter, but I prefer the spring of the blossoming flowers.
8. My Favorite Season 450 WordsMy Favorite Season Some people like the blazing summer, some people like the fruitful autumn, some people like the snowy winter, but I like the spring when everything is recovering! Spring, a vibrant, energetic name, I like it.
In the spring, the water in the creek froze, and we played and frolicked by the river. Look at Xiaohong, Xiaoming and Xiaohua playing eagle catching chickens; neighbors sitting by the river playing chess and reading newspapers.
In the spring, the grass poked its head out, and we were guessing and playing cards on a tender green grass. Small flowers also grow colorful flowers, can be beautiful! Willow sister washed in the river, combing her long sprouting hair, incredibly beautiful! I asked my mom why spring came so slowly. Mom smiled and said: "hibernating animals are too tired, the spring girl let them sleep more, but then consider us people light winter cold, and rushed back, the withered trees, grass, flowers are called up.
Add a lot of color to the world." I suddenly realized that the spring girl is really attentive.
In the square, groups of adults and children were flying kites. Wow! There are swallows, dragons, smiley faces, snakes, these kites decorate the sky beautifully! Others are lassoing, fishing, singing, blowing up balloons ...... I like spring, I like its colorful colors, I like its lovely grass and flowers.
"A year in the spring" spring is a wonderful time, we must not miss her Oh. I love spring.
9. My favorite season1 Autumn came quietly to the fields, to the stream, to the woods, to the mountains.
The earth, under the supervision of the autumn wind, changed into a charming fall dress. I love the fall, no reason, just because of her beauty, her elegance.
Autumn, for me, is precious and wasteful. Autumn has come to add a joy to my sad seat of the heart.
I have too much and too much attachment to the fall. "I love autumn ......" I love autumn, the sluggish autumn wind rolled up the yellow leaves, gently blowing the earth, the fallen leaves want a butterfly in the air to flutter, like to bring us the news of autumn.
Fallen leaves like being kissed by the autumn girl kissed the mouth, turned into a gold coin, flying all over the sky, autumn and grass kiss face, grass shyly put on a yellow dress, it is really high and refreshing autumn! I love autumn, autumn rain fell from the sky noiselessly, fine autumn rain diagonally woven, like a young girl, smiling to you, gently caressing your face, so that you feel cool, happy, and comfortable, he fluttered with the wind, showing himself to the fullest. I love autumn, autumn quietly flew into the field.
Everywhere is a piece of harvest scene, a gust of wind blew, like a layer of golden waves, and like a piece of rice waves in the sea. In the endless paddy fields, farmers are harvesting rice, a sound sickle cut rice sound, rice machine sound, composed of an autumn tune, pleasant to the ear.
I love autumn, autumn quietly came to the orchard. It took out a pocket from its side, and threw it like a trick, and the trees were already peaches and pears.
In the garden, the vegetables are holding a harvest conference, one by one dressed in colorful, eggplant put on a purple coat, tomatoes put on a red coat. It's really a harvest scene.
In the look of the grapevine, a bunch of like a string of bells, it sings the harvest hymn for the fall. Autumn, quietly come and go.
Bring me joy, bring me away from the trouble. I love the fall! 2 life as a white horse, time as a bow and arrow, a blink of an eye on the past, looking back at the past, spring, summer, fall and winter, I do not know how many days I have gone through.
Those days, spring, wind and calendar, the recovery of all things, the warm spring breeze stepped lightly, bringing the vitality of spring; summer, the sun is hot, the lotus blossoms, turquoise trees stretch out his strong arms, giving us a thick shade; fall, geese flying south, the cool winds of the sullen, but the orchard of the bumper harvest so that people have a golden hope. However, my favorite is still the snowy winter. It's snowing. Some small white snowflakes began to float outside the window.
The white color represents purity and innocence, and millions of uncontaminated snow drifted down. After staying in the city mundane for a long time, suddenly the snow from the sky, spotless, is like a treasure.
I stood outside the house, looking at the sky falling snowflakes, can not help but stick out his tongue, snow elves in my tongue flick dance, cool silk, ice cold, let a person feel extraordinarily free. The more the snow falls, the bigger, goose feather snow makes the number of people can not be counted.
Soon, a big snow ended, our family went to play snowball fight. The snowball fight began, and my brother and I went into a state of first-degree alert together.
"Whoosh - bang!" A "shell" flew over, hit the calf, it's dad! Well, it's my turn to fight back, I quickly flashed to a tree, picked up some snow, kneaded it into a ball, and threw it hard at Dad, who wasn't paying attention, he was fighting with his brother, and my snowball hit him hard in the stomach. "Yay!" I jumped.
Huh, why is my hair a little cold and white again? I jumped low, and if I jumped higher, I would have been a white face! Alas! Now I'm alone, well, let's reward you with a big snowball, I jumped out, "whoosh -" hit the target, my brother's clothes were dyed white by the snow. Just when I was pleased, I did not expect mom and dad together with the backstabbing me, from the back of the sneak attack, so I got two white on the back of the big dots.
No way, not thirty-six plans have a plan called "walk for the best"? I can't win the fight, I ran to hide under the tree. Now, the "wait and see" to make you look good.
Ammunition is almost ready, it's time for me to rise again! I used both hands, a time, several shells fell into the enemy "position", hit them straight to hide. The snowball fight is over, although we all have a lot of color but still smiling, I can not help but observe the winter after the snow. After the snow Jiangcheng all things are dyed white, like a whitewasher to give everything a white winter coat, tree branches, roofs, everywhere is fluffy snow, a push tree, will once again re-enact the "Yanshan snowflakes as big as mat, piece of blowing down the Xuan Yuan platform" scenario.
A root hanging upside down icicle crystal clear, glittering, holding in the hand, cold straight hair pain. Some people say that everything is depressed in winter, and some people say that winter is a cold and heartless devil, but in my heart, winter has always been a silver world, has always been a beautiful season, but also my favorite season! 3 Some people like the summer of the shade of green, some people like to harvest the fruits of the autumn, and some people like the winter of the silver, but I prefer the spring of the warmth of the winds of the east. When spring comes, all the snow melts, the wisteria draws out its long branches, the spring blossoms small yellowish flowers like bows, the swallows fly back from the south, the willows grow small leaves, and everything returns to its original vitality.
On Sunday morning, Kiki and I went to the Splash Park to play. After we finished bungee jumping together, we played on the trampoline together, and we were so happy that we jumped around like little rabbits.
I took a pink ball, just wanted to throw at Kiki, but was attracted by the sparkling lake, after a long time to come back. I was so excited by the sparkling lake that it took me a while to get back to my senses. By this time, Kiki had already climbed up the slide, so I hid and waited for her to slide down.
As soon as Kiki slid down, I threw the ball. Kiki yelled, "Ouch!" I laughed out loud.
Kiki picked up the ball and chased me, and the two of us had a great time chasing each other. As a result, my mom came to tell me to go home and do my homework, and we played for a while longer in the woods where the branches and shoots were just coming out, before we reluctantly went home.
Ah, spring! A season when everything is reviving, a season that I love the most! My favorite season essay Spring, it is a season of vitality. Wherever spring goes, where it is full of vitality, whether in the park or by the creek, as long as there are footprints of spring.