Spring trail - everything is revived, flowers bloom. A cycle has begun again. Look, that all over the golden rape flowers and long-lost bee friends together with the wind swaying, from the south to fly back to the birds also seems to be accompanied by them, but also seems to be cheering for them. By the side of the road, there are already ten thousand purple and red, butterflies, bees dancing. The shepherd boy who drove the sheep added a lot of life to the path.
The path in summer - green trees, cicadas. It is the children's happy time. Look, the summer vacation children are in the path on both sides of the tree to play, eat fruits and vegetables. The robins couldn't help but join in their activities, reveling and screaming with them. It seemed to have become a kingdom for the children and a paradise for the robins.
The path in autumn--autumn colors are pleasant and fruitful. The birds have flown to the warm south again. Look, the chrysanthemums next to the road are blooming their best smile, how like a kind mother! Wheat is ripe, the fruit is ripe, apples, pears, oranges, persimmons ...... only to see the baskets of heavy fruit, bundles of wheat as a starry, incomparable spectacular.
The winter path - snowflakes flying, silver. How mysterious a footprint on the ground. Look, the white road on both sides of every big tree is covered with silver, like a work of art carved out of ice, or perhaps the earth mother for them to weave a sweater ...... sky fluttering snowflakes, with snow-white path - how beautiful, how poetic ah!
I love the paths in my hometown, which, no matter when, can show a unique and unforgettable beauty.