2. As we entered June, a heat wave hit us. The sun turned into a big furnace, the whole world is baked hot hot hot.
3. The blades of grass, again in the wheat and rye fields, chirped faintly and noisily among the reeds on the banks.
4, hard-working farmers busy in the field sweat, but they are still working feverishly, the joy of harvest written all over their faces.
5, June's sunshine is very warm, the smile is very good, our boobies are still as sweet, forget the lonely, throw away the trouble, do not want to grieve.
6, spring rain, sprinkled in the courtyard of the sycamore trees, rustling like musicians gently plucking the strings, and like silkworms quietly devouring mulberry leaves ......
7, there is no trace of clouds in the air, a round of scorching sun on the top of the head, there is no point of the wind, and all the trees are listless, lazily stood there.
8, rice is heavy, like a girl's hair hanging down; corn is like a big stick that can smile, showing its teeth and looking at us smiling!
9, a wonderful story in the June crystal dew rolling hidden, a moving plot in the frogs and cicadas in the wings.
10, the crops are lush, trees lush, flowers bloom, grass green ...... just like a frame of flowers and leaves lush ink scroll stretches in June between heaven and earth.
11, the cold wind whistling blowing. Bare trees, like a bald old man, can not stand the attack of the northwest wind, swaying in the cold wind.
12, grass, reeds and red, white and purple wildflowers, by a round of fiery sun high in the sky steamed, the air is full of sweet intoxication.
13, a silver hook like the moon has been embedded in the street between the sparse branches of the sycamore tree, very much like the deep blue sky contains a quiet quiet smile.
14, everything green spring past, a snap of the fingers. June 22 to, the sun directly standing in the Tropic of Cancer, the summer this season of fire came again.
15, the winter color grandfather sent away from the earth's cold, the spring girl stepped lightly to the earth. The spring scenery is very beautiful, like a vivid painting.
16, when the spring girl is still in the hometown of the river walk, viewing the beautiful scenery, the summer brother jumped to the river to drink water, provoked the spring girl angry, a lift dress, floating away.
17, the sound of books aloud, to add life to June, flying willow to people with reverie; children are the future of the motherland, is the motherland garden in the early morning flowers, beautiful and incomparable.
18, June rain is very quiet, a bit of summer flavor, came without a sound, the glass window will be decorated with water droplets, that is not integrated pearl, but scattered elves.
19, hand in hand jumping, singing in June, joyful face like sunflower bloom in every face, all the joyful wings vibrate in the branches of June, June is a piece of fantasy blue sky.
20. In the fall, the red apples peeling back the green leaves to look out; small red lantern-like dates hanging all over the branches; like purple agate grapes hanging in bunches under the grapevine, it's really fascinating!
Part II
1, June's footsteps from my heart, from everyone's heart, my heart footprints like the Great Rift Valley of East Africa, gently caressing that footprints, my heart was stung, the wound has been unable to heal.
2, wandering in the countryside, looking at the crop fields a piece of golden wheat fields, looking at the fields of a green fruit forest, those green fruit, in this season has a youthful sunshine and charm.
3, the snow came with the cold winter, the street seems to be cast in silver, so bright, so have a light, long icicles like crystal short sword hanging in front of the eaves, the pedestrians' breath also turned into a stream of white smoke.
4, bright red scarf as a flame, burning in the young mind. In the ranks of the Young Pioneers, out of the echelon of the motherland tomorrow. These childish and solemn little face, vivid June, vigorous June.
5, hope stems from disappointment, rise from the sorrow, as a poet said: there is a feeling of hunger must be digested well, there is a sense of urgency must be efficient, there is a sense of crisis must be fast progress.
6, June, was not a suitable season to leave, either the hot sun, or rainstorms, so that people do not not stop and look back frequently. However, which season is suitable to leave? June, indeed, left.
7, the moon has just risen, big and round, yellow, hanging in the mouth of the mountain pass. I believe that if I climbed up the mountainside quickly, I would be able to touch it with my hand. Is it as slippery as a mirror, or as cool as ice?
8, June, is a rainy season, accustomed to hold an umbrella, walking alone in the rain, let the heart cool as water. Like in the rain tilted his head, wet hair face, and then quietly feel the corner of the eye overflow of warmth across the lip corner of the release.
9, rice paddies next to the lush woods, now also changed to yellow, a few red maple seems to be unable to resist the loneliness to come to join in the fun, a tree red to the autumn, far away, such as the golden carpet jumping on the red girl.
10, June, began to get used to the quiet mind, no longer irritable, no longer a touch, so calm as water, no wave marks. Just, sometimes inexplicably smile, sometimes want to hide and cry. These are all irrelevant. The grass on the playground also peeked out its head, and the kapok tree on the east side of the playground was full of red flowers, like a burning fire. Lychee, longan trees are full of flowers, attracted a lot of bees, bees issued by the buzzing sound, and colorful flowers to decorate the campus.
2, spring has just arrived, the river can not wait to open their eyes, stretching lazy, the wind is calm, the banks of the willow tree reflected in the clear Ling Ling river, for the river frequently added a lot of color. When the wind comes, the water surface microwave sparkling, in the sunlight reflection like a small silver bowl, very nice.
3, summer, the trees grow lush, dense layers of branches and leaves to the playground sealed tight. The two old acacia trees in the middle of the playground like two open green velvet umbrella. The sunflowers on the east side of the playground are in bloom, as if they are smiling at us. Lychee, longan leaves in the bush hiding the fruit, attracting students to go every day to watch.
4, the summer sun is hot, but the water of the river is still clear and quiet, cold to the bone. During the day, the children play in the water. At night, a variety of insects in the grass and the sound of running water, composed of a wonderful music.
5, in the fall, the old acacia tree leaves turned yellow, banyan, gold leaf, nine miles of incense is not afraid of the arrival of the autumn wind, or so green, the grass on the playground also put on new clothes, students love to play on the grass.
6, winter, the northwest wind whistling through the treetops. But the campus trees are still vibrant. The north side of the playground of the Le Du azalea grew beautiful flowers, purple, pink and white, as far as the eye seems to be a flower umbrella.
season beautiful sentence1. Summer is a magnificent season. This season plays a magnificent history. In July of this year, on an ordinary cruise ship in Jiaxing, a group of extraordinary people established the Chinese ****production party, opening a new era of China's independence from the world. In August of 2007, China ****, which was about to be exterminated, fought back and fired the first shot of the armed revolution. In June of 2008, the Allies successfully landed in Normandy, opening up the second battlefield in Europe and hastening the demise of fascist Germany. In August of 2007, the Chinese army defeated the Japanese fascists after eight years of bloody battle, ending the history of humiliation. China began to strengthen itself, and China finally stood up independently in the international arena!
2. Far Shadow in the beginning, showing us a poetic picture of spring rain: there is no brushwork carved deliberately, there is no trace of heavy ink, only a few strokes gently, such as willow brush, such as the breeze is pleasant, shy spring rain, is quietly coming to the face; a look forward to the spring rain thoughts, a close to the natural feelings, so inadvertently, tightly, fasten my heart! The first thing I want to do is to get out of the way and get out of the way. Bathed in this light rain, look up, the sky is also a clear.
3. How bright the fall, here, no longer scorched earth and ashes, this is the wind of millions of mountains are draped in red carpet exuberant country. The red pines, embedded with bullet skins, are still alive, standing proudly on the high mountain rocks, the valleys are filled with whistles, and the white hope is slowly flying in the rice paddies.
4. Winter snow days, is more silver, can let you appreciate the snow pressure pine branches do not bend that kind of scene. Square children are in the ice and snow piled up snowman, snowball fights, so do not let people envy! Occasionally I would join in and frolic with the kids.
5. Autumn, full of hope, but more than the spring is rich in brilliant colors; autumn, not as warm as the summer, but more interesting than the summer; autumn, not as quiet as the winter, but more pleasant than the winter. Autumn, the autumn girl showed her unique style, intoxicated.
6. The spring girl came to the courtyard. You see: clusters of spring flowers are covered with yellow buds on the branches. Underneath the intertwined branches, tender green weeds grew, gently bobbing their heads with the breeze. Huh? What's that rope close to the eaves? Oh! It's a petunia! There are a few sky-blue trumpet flowers on the top, and a few white and red ones on the bottom. These trumpet flowers seem to be blowing a happy song to welcome the spring.
7. Autumn is a wonderful season, it is different from the summer heat; winter bitter cold, it and spring are twin sisters, have the same flash point. Autumn is a season of fruits; autumn is a season of sowing hope. Baskets of mandarin oranges into piles of lychee, are fresh, making you salivate.
8. Autumn bushes around the community like the Tao family, all around the hedges, the sun is slanting. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular flowers in the world, and you'll be able to do it all in one place. This is a portrait of the great poet Yuan Zhenwei's love of chrysanthemums, the chrysanthemums are big and small, yellow, white and purple here and there, a cluster of beautiful purple and red. The flowers are fragrant, and the distractions in your mind are suddenly swept away, and the peace and joy are refreshing. Under the flowers, there are bees working, there are butterflies playing. Most of the grass began to turn yellow, some still mixed with green color. A touch of yellow, a touch of green, the earth put on a warm fall dress.
9. Spring girl is like a painter, she painted the spring is incredibly beautiful and full of life. Spring is so good that the trees are sprouting, such as: cottonwood tree willow tree and so on. Mango trees are blooming. A year's plan is in the spring, we should cherish the spring, in the spring to set up a good year's study plan and goals, for the new year to start a good head, play a good foundation.
10. Blazing fire umbrella high in the air, hot fish in the river do not dare to show the water, the birds do not dare to fly out of the mountains, is the village of the dog is also just a long tongue gasping a ceaseless.
11. In the spring breeze, people into the nature, fly body and mind, the spirit of the spirit of the vibration, sinews Shu alive. Through the wind and snow sharpened tree branches, a change in the stiff and dull winter posture, the gesture of soft and tender, up with the breath of youth! Grass everywhere is like hearing the rallying cry of the charge, scrambling to drill out, cheer for the spring, cheer for the spring, for the spring to add vitality!
12. Autumn, that is always blue sky, will suddenly turn the other cheek and reveal the sinister color, tropical typhoons clamped with dense clouds and torrential rain, flooding submerged, the revival of the grassland and flooded with points of pale color. However, the typhoon storm flickers away, and the strong air currents still shake with dazzling waves of light. At this time, only the migratory birds from the north know this warm bed sleep, that flying swans and geese and ducks, like a dark cloud, make here seem more pale.
13. Spring, is the season of vigor. Ice and snow melt quietly in the spring light, and streams murmur in the spring. The sky is as blue as it has been rewashed, and it is delightful. Clouds are no longer a diffuse, but one by one dotted on the blue sky.
14. How light is the pace of the spring girl! She quietly came to the field. You see: a piece of rape competing to bloom yellow flowers, in the spring breeze, surging layers of golden waves, exuding a refreshing fragrance. They raised their lovely smiling faces, naively looking up at the blue sky. Standing upright in the roadside unobtrusive drill poplar, gray body light green, the tip of the spit out dense buds, in the moist breeze gently swinging. Charming and colorful willow, floating up long hair, gently brushing from people's shoulders. It dances and dances and dances. It seems to be showing off the caress of spring. A grass from the beautiful dream to wake up, they broke out of the ground, stretching its tender green leaves.
15. Autumn's cool, but also mixed with fire! Maple forest from green to orange-red, layers of leaves undulating, fluttering, far away, like the sky with a red cloud. Leaves large and small, like a shawl, like a colorful haze, in the wind for people to offer a passionate dance. I gazed at this fiery maple forest, the emotion also seems to be with it, burning up.
16. Accompanied by the autumn wind, let's go into the autumn farmhouse! Look at the yard that a tall persimmon tree, red how nice ah! It is like a piece of fire. Pick the yellow and red persimmons, soft, like a fragile egg. It is the fruit of autumn, see, it seems to grin, smiling at me! Autumn wind is coming, the wind with some of the fragrance of the fruit, but also mixed with some of the fragrance of autumn flowers.
17. Autumn is here, and the autumn wind blows to make people feel a little cool. Xiaohong closed the window, put on the autumn clothes and ran to the yard to play. Also saw the apple tree is full of red big apples, a few yellow leaves fluttering down with the wind, like butterflies fluttering. The grass was like a golden carpet. Chrysanthemums are open, yellow and white, like a pom-pom, so beautiful two swallows flew out of the house, chattering to Xiaohong, as if to say: small master, we are going to the south for the winter, see you next spring.
18. time since it is the depth of winter, approaching the hometown, the weather and obscure, cold wind blowing into the cabin, whistling, from the gap to look out, under the pale yellow sky, near and far across a few depressed deserted villages, without some vitality. My heart can not help but be sad.
19. Under the guidance of the spring girl, I came to the park. Wow, the grass poked its head out of the ground, some spit out a little tender buds; flowers in the spring wind blowing under the scramble to stretch their bodies; willow buds bite the winter package, sprouting; wheat seedlings up mud stained head, pulling up the joints; bamboo shoots break free from the shackles of the cold, the tip of the emergence; petals open the window of the heart of warmth, blossomed! The waterwheel is also uninhibited movement; the river thawed, ding dong dong sang.
20. Autumn is a beautiful season; autumn is a season of fruits with the joy of harvest; autumn is a season full of children's fun; children can go to catch crickets picking fruit, you can also go to the golden field kite flying to the woods to pick up the leaves; when the collection of leaves into a pattern, it will be the world's most beautiful pictures.
21. Although everything seems to have passed away, look! The flaming red maple leaves swaying on the branches of the tree, like a large group of naughty children holding hands together in a joyful dance it. Some of the maple leaves fell from the branches due to careless dancing, and instantly turned into a fluttering butterfly, flying around in the air.
22. Spring is here, it's beautiful! It's a season when the earth springs back to life and everything recovers. Cold-blooded animals like snakes, bears and frogs stop hibernating and climb up to the ground to enjoy the spring. Birds chirping in the spring, hundreds of flowers, grass sprouting, swallows also flew back to build a nest, the spring to the earth to restore the atmosphere of thousands of red.
23. Autumn mood is the poet can not be depicted in language; is also a painter can not be depicted with a brush; the mood of the fall can only be tasted with the heart; with the eyes to feel; I have some unique insights into the realm of the fall. Autumn's rich cultural and historical heritage, so that the fall is full of spirit. Whether it is Yue Fei Xin Qiji Wen Tianxiang Qu Yuan, or Gong Ziqing Xia Wanchun, they all praised the beauty of autumn, glorify the motherland's great mountains and rivers. Enchanted in which, lightly cover the door with the fall as a friend with the fall as a companion with the fall walk, is my heartfelt desire!
24. Some people praise the spring. Said he woke up, full of life, some people praise the summer, because it has the same emotion as fire; some people praise the fall, is to see his fruitfulness. However, I praise the winter, winter, although it seems depressed, but it is pregnant with new life, is is resilient.
25. Oh, fall! Autumn, the fruitfulness of the earth, the beautiful blessings to the earth, autumn, then whisked away, the bark of the trees swaying, the leaves want to follow the footsteps of autumn, riding the wind, playing a few spins in the air, and then drifting down, leaving behind a beautiful thoughts and quiet contemplation. I love the fall that yellow rice crystal dewdrops fluttering leaves lovely stars hazy moon.
26. Spring is the season for the practical and diligent. She favors the down-to-earth actors, only such people can really taste the spring mud of the cordiality, the warmth of the spring breeze, the rhythm of spring, the spring scenery of the spring, the spring of the deep love! Only such a person can understand the spring, fear the spring, cherish the spring, write the spring, sweating in the spring!
27. Autumn cicadas of the debilitating sound of the remnants, but also the North's specialty; because everywhere in Beiping, all the trees, the house is low, so no matter where, can hear their cries. In the south is not to go to the countryside or mountains to hear. The hissing of the autumn cicadas, and crickets and rats in Beiping can be the same, simply like every family are raised in the home of the family insects.
28. The fallen leaves in the north, rendering a school of what a sad atmosphere! Fallen leaves dyed golden yellow, or even vermilion blue ochre it. The first fall, perhaps just so a piece of two pieces, like a two broken soul of the golden butterfly. But then, there will be clattering golden red showers. Then a carpet of gold and red was spread under the trees. And on top of this carpet, as if cast in iron, erect bare sparse tree trunks and branches, piercing the distant blue sky and light clouds.
29. Everything in the fall is there for the poet to sing out the sorrow. Cold arrives in season, and the crickets chirp sadly at night. The morning wind moves the trees, and the leaves and branches are cold day and night. Look: the cold weather should be seasonal, the crickets also feel the sadness of the fall and issued a wail; and that in the morning cold wind shaking trees, reflected in people's eyes is also their cold branches and leaves.
30. The song of spring is overflowing in every corner, from the quiet countryside to the boiling city, look at the plant and the street, spring is a favorite. You see, the street garden, hundreds of flowers, beautiful flowers, competing to open, can be really beautiful ah! Elegant colors and aromas tell the spring mood.
31. Summer is a season of sudden progress. Everything is growing unchecked, especially the summer green, thick and deep, dominating the mountains, although it is reflected in the flowers, but in fact it is green and red. After the rain, spring bamboo shoots sprung up on the earth overnight, bamboo grows fast, joints swollen straight sound, the original grass lavishly away from the forest, the sky-high trees and added a circle of the wheel of the year.
32. Autumn, golden heaven and earth, writing a wonderful and moving song. I love the fall! Love this melons and fruits in the fall, love this autumn rain, love this poetic fall, love this fairy tale fall! Go into nature and find the fairy tale of autumn.
33. Autumn may be hidden in the golden rice ears, perhaps hidden in the fire through the persimmons, perhaps hidden in the green vegetable field between. Autumn, the harvest season, the golden season with the spring as lovely, with the summer as enthusiastic, winter as charming.
34. Summer is a season of change, it sometimes cry, sometimes laugh. A moment of clear skies, clear blue sky, sky high clouds, the sun is on fire; a moment of low clouds, dark clouds, wind roar; a moment of heaven, thunder, lightning; a moment of heavy rain, pouring rain,; a moment of rain, rain breaks, the rainbow bridge over the north and south. Summer is like a child's face, changing without warning.
35. Carefully savoring the autumn rain, let's go into the streets of autumn! On both sides of the street, the original leafy trees, as if they have lost its proper color. The sky through the faint silver white, under the thin as cattle hair of the autumn rain. Sheepish autumn rain slowly down, flowing into the earth; flow into the river; flow into the Yangtze River; flow into the heart of the people.
36. Listen! Spring is not a song? She is tugging at our bouncing heartstrings! I'm not sure if you're going to be able to do that. Spring is not a book? She is attracting our trembling fingers! Look! Isn't Spring a painting? She is holding our mesmerized eyes! Smell! Isn't spring a cup of tea? It's tugging at our noses in anticipation! So, let our hearts and minds follow in the chapter written by the spring!
37. Summer is a burning season. Fusion fireballs blazing in the sky, dogs spitting out their tongues, cicadas chirping irritably, the asphalt road is softened by the sun, the fish surfaced out of the water to change air. People sweating under the heat of labor, a sweaty back crops sun straight wilted, standing there lazily, long drought looking for manna in the fields have cracked, the farmer's heart such as soup cooking, busy pumping irrigation. Pond blooming lotus flower like a burning Olympic torch, some buds are about to bloom, the small lotus just showed the tip of the corner, there are dragonflies standing on the head. In the fish fly shallow bottom of the rivers and lakes, leisure people enjoy sunbathing on the beach, and occasionally swim in the water. In time the rain came down, pattering, the rain hit the green plum, flicked the Zhu window, a mushroom beautiful cityscape. Into the night, the clouds closed and the rain rested, the moon thousands of miles, stars, all the music, crickets playing, frogs singing melodious, composed of a symphony.
38. The sky is clear and the sun is shining. The spring girl is so sunny that she squints her eyes. The new green leaves, the field of mist and light smoke, like her clothes. Along with her spring pace, the green grass, breaking out of the ground, simply to stand out of the top of the foot.
39. Birds do not know where to hide to go; grass and trees are downcast, as if dying, etc.; only that the robin, can not stop in the branches of the broken high call; really broken gongs and drums in the blazing sun shouting to support! Willow tree on the street like a disease, the leaves hanging with dust in the branches of the roll, the branches do not move. The road is glowing white, the vendors do not dare to shout, the store in front of the Plexiglas signboard, also seems to melt in the sun.
40. Perhaps because it is so beautiful, perhaps it is intoxicated, the swallows in the trees can not help but sing a beautiful song twitter. At this time, the river also came to join in the fun clattering, clattering humming, forming a song how nice and harmonious. The breeze blew, the grass also gently shook its tiny body, seems to dance to them. The big tree uncle also accompanied them with the sound of rustle rustle rustle.
41. Spring is the season of hope. Geese full of longing to the north of the happy land sailing in pairs, all the way carrying songs and dances, rowing out the rhythm of spring, passing on the happy news of spring. Traveling people carrying their bags, take a journey of hope, towards the spring of the north and south of the east and west, into the big world of floating light jumping gold, sowing their heart's hope. The smell of soil, along with the plowshare traveling dispersed in the fields, moisturizing and delighting the hearts of farmers.
42. Early summer, all colors of wildflowers are in bloom, red, purple, pink and yellow, like embroidered on a large green carpet of brilliant spots; swarms of bees in the flowers from the busy, sucking the stamens, diligently flying to and fro.
43. The sun was blazing, and on both sides of the road, the ripe grains were bending over in the heat, with their heads bowed. Grasshoppers, numerous as blades of grass, chirped faintly and noisily again in the fields of wheat and rye, and among the reeds on the banks.
44. Autumn ended the spring of the bright and bright and summer of the vibrant, a burst of autumn wind blowing, only the autumn bugs gradually singing gradually decline of the sad song and autumn wood more and more isolated cold branches. Therefore, the fall to the sentimental poets inexplicably added a section of indescribable sorrow: the sorrow of the fall.
45. Everything is the charm of spring, and the positive spirit that spring brings touches everyone. People forget their troubles, forget their sorrows, forget all their painful memories. We only know that spring is a symbol, spring is a starting point, spring is a song that can not be sung, a painting that can not be described.
46. The fluttering willow branches is not the spring hair? The trembling grass is not the spring wreath? The dancing leaves are not the spring saree? Isn't the flowing river the skin of spring? Isn't the singing of the birds the song of spring? The flickering starlight is not exactly the eyes of spring? Spring is like a painter, she freely waved her hands of green paint, embellished with a picture of the human world.
47. July summer, the blue sky without a cloud, the hot sun scorching the earth, the water in the river is hot, the earth in the soil smoke.
48. The light rain rustled, the smoke and rain fell in the distance, quietly moisturizing, I heard the sound of spring buds breaking through the ground. Rumble, the first spring thunder resounded through the clouds and sky, waking up the wheat seedlings in the field, stinging elves, everything is revived. The murmuring swallows, also joined the chorus of birds, everywhere warbling and dancing, playing a symphony of spring.
49. Spring, a vibrant, everything is revived, spring. Look, with the arrival of the spring girl, cute little animals are jumping out, children also laugh and run out, and enjoy the fun of spring with kites.
A selection of beautiful passages describing the seasons and the weather
The rain is clearing up
Wow, wow, wow! It was raining heavily, but the rain stopped and the sun came out. There was a rainbow in the sky and it was beautiful. I poked my head out of the window and looked, wow! Blue sky with floating white clouds; birds standing on the branches, chirping and singing a beautiful song; leaves on a small dewdrops in the sunlight shining; flowers smiling, exuding a burst of fragrance.
Mischievous spring
Spring is a colorful season. Grass rubbed his eyes, stretched, quietly poked his head out. Small flowers also unfolded its beautiful petals, colorful, lively. Spring is like a naughty little boy, it covers up, hiding, hot and cold, trouble. The first day, it baked the earth hot, people changed into summer clothes; the second day, it rained, but also blowing the wind; infuriating is that the third day it is cloudy to sunny, hotter than before, so I have to keep changing clothes. I really hope that its bad temper can be changed, so as not to bring trouble to people.
Spring Rain
When I woke up in the morning, the raindrops tapped on the glass windows as if they were singing. Some of them fell into the river, the river revealed a small dimple, some fell into the grass, to give the grass plenty of water; some fell on the willow tree, the willow branch smiled and bent. Look, they jumped, jumped, sang, how happy ah!
Winter
In winter, the north wind blowing, snowflakes like a group of mischievous elves, jumping, jumping, scrambling to run out of the street, the house, the trees are all turned into a silver-white. At this time I am most happy, pile up snowmen, snowball fights, sledding, or simply rolling in the snow, until the little face and hands are red, only in the mom and dad's urging, reluctant to go home. I love winter.
Spring girl's barber shop
Spring came, spring girl's barber store and lively. Willow sister came out of the barber store, wearing long thin hair. Grass brother out of the barbershop, dyed green short hair. The peach blossom sister came out of the barber store and wore a pink hairpin. Brother Rapeseed came out from the barber store and dyed his yellow hair. Look, how busy Miss Spring is! She dressed the earth colorful, but also asked the little bees to help.
Discoveries in Spring
Spring sleeps, and everywhere you hear the crowing birds. The melodious chirping of birds woke up Cinderella, and she came to us quietly. I strolled in the spring fields, happy to find that the willow buds bite the winter package, sprouting; wheat seedlings up curious little head, pulling the joints; bamboo shoots break free from the layers of bondage, the tip of; petals open the red mouth, blossomed ...... a spring rain moisturized all things, green mountains, green water, yellow land ...... are dyed green. Willow branches swinging with the wind, like for the beautiful spring show graceful dance. People take off their winter clothes. Changed into lightweight and beautiful spring clothes, happy and smiling, intoxicated by the spring. The spring is here.
Colorful Summer
Summer is here. The sun is like a big ball of fire, and the weather is getting hotter and hotter every day. Cicadas could be heard everywhere, the leaves of the trees changed from light green to dark green, and the grass grew thicker and thicker, like a green carpet for the earth. Boys are wearing shorts and tank tops, and girls are wearing sandals and flowery dresses. Speaking of which, I thought of a poem, "What I See": The shepherd boy rode the yellow ox, singing to vibrate the shade of the forest. I want to catch the cicadas, but suddenly I closed my mouth and stood up. This poem is supposed to write about the summer scenery in the countryside! I think summer is really a colorful season ah!
Spring Rain
The sweet spring rain, as light as a spider's silk, as fine as a needle's tip, as long as a thread, like a sieve sifted through, densely sprinkled to the earth. You see, the melting ice water woke up the brook, Dingdong, Dingdong, it is like nature's magical singer, singing a clear and pleasant song, running forward ...... The spring wind is a key. It carries warmth and coolness, and quietly opens the door to spring while you don't realize it. Spring wind, there is a box of colorful paint, it gives the graceful, graceful flowers dyed purple, pink, yellow, red, white, let spring colorful. It paints the earth green, so that the trees and grass wear green clothes. Spring. The wind, but also hides a good smell, peach blossom fragrance, pear blossom fragrance, lilac flowers are also fragrant, these scents are riding the wind, blowing all over the corner.