The Most Beautiful Season Fifth Season
The Most Beautiful Season Fifth Season Summer
The Most Beautiful Season
The Most Beautiful Season
Qiu Ming, Class VI (3), Houhai Primary School, Shenzhen, Guangdong Province
The four seasons of the year, spring, summer, autumn and winter, each of The advantages and and disadvantages of each season. In my mind, there is a fifth season. All year round, spring, summer, fall, winter, every season has to every season's pros and and cons. In my mind, there is a fifth season.
When you hear the name, you may think of a fifth season drink, but the fifth season I'm talking about is not the drink brand, but the fifth season, the fifth season is perfect.
It has the spring warmth of spring flowers, wildflowers on both sides of the creek, dead grass, willow ...... in the caress of the spring girl, rubbing just woke up eyes, stretching the gentle arms. They greedily sucked the manna of spring, growing new buds and tender green leaves.
It has the enthusiasm of summer, the joy of summer, the vigor of summer.
It also has the beauty and harvest of autumn. The golden sun of autumn, and the wind is cool. The blue sky is lined with white clouds. In the fifth season, chrysanthemums will also welcome the brilliant sunshine and bloom in anger. Look, the wild chrysanthemums on the grass are next to each other in many colors, so beautiful.
In the fifth season, you can also have snowball fights and build snowmen. But the snow here is not the same as the snow in the winter. The snow in the winter is icy, but the snow in the fifth season is not cold or hot.
Do you like the fifth season inside my head,
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作文二：《秋 The Most Beautiful Season! 1500 WordsAutumn the most beautiful season
Everything has experienced the tenderness of spring and summer *** , into the harvest of autumn.
The sky in the fall, more than ever the sky is blue, the green earth has changed into a golden coat, at this time the air are filled with the aroma of the grains, even the earth is spreading the fragrance of the soil.
The wind, blowing the golden leaves flying in the air, even the birds in the sky are also obsessed with this beautiful dance, love to join the air together with the brilliant stage dance, grass and flowers although there is no color, the dry branches but according to the wind swing, fond of this sentimental earth.
Autumn, is the season of thanksgiving, flowers and leaves thanks to the mother earth's nourishment, gave them that colorful coat, in order to pay back, they ride the canoe to do the wind, drifting down on the golden earth, they incarnated in that beautiful angel, to the mother earth covered with golden flowers. Afternoon sunlight with charming shine on the earth, the warm feeling of people such as bathing in the spring breeze, and as if the arrival of spring, that foraging for food to return to the birds also stood in the branches of the singing, singing this harvest season
Mountains, the layers of mountains, the red maple leaves, the green cypress, to the mountains in the embellishments of the colorful, the once-green by the passage of time away from the youthfulness of the youth, but also just as the person The same as the people, towards maturity. The ground of the fallen leaves, green, yellow, red, no matter what kind of final and the earth fusion of one, completed a season of the cycle, waiting for the next start of life.
Autumn, seemingly vicissitudes of white but endless charm, is why people are always in the fall to go to the famous mountains and rivers to see the scenery, marveling at the magic of nature, the wind and rain in the fall cool but with endless sadness, dripping on the ground, as a proof of autumn, branded with a fascinating mark.
In the fall, the golden ears of wheat, falling dead leaves, happy smiling faces, swaying kites, depicting a sentimental picture.
And life is not just like the autumn scroll, walking through youth, romantic season, waiting for the harvest in the gold, harvest the blessings of life, harvest the youth after the bloom, hold on to the wings of the autumn wind all the way forward.
Then let me walk into you, into your heart, feel your joy, be happy with you, feel your
sadness, fall into tears with you, feel your warmth, release energy with you, fall, then let you open
open your chest and embrace me, let me melt into your world.
Autumn, I love you for coming to let me pick the harvest, harvest love, but I hate you for coming too fast too fast,
I have not yet entwined with the spring, and summer **** dance, then, since you came, you walked into the, let me hold your
hand in this golden dance floor dance, to make up for my regrets with the spring and summer.
After the fall, will the next spring blossom be far away?
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Essay: "Summer, the most beautiful season" 400 wordsSummer, the most beautiful season. Season" 400 words
Summer is a colorful season.
The trees then show us its style. In summer, people hide under these trees in order to cool themselves. The leaves of the trees are all densely packed, and the sunlight becomes as dazzling as topaz. The fragmented sunlight and the people in the shade become the best decoration for the trees.
The girls also showed it to us. Girls wear dresses in the summer that cool breeze gently swaying, like a beautiful feather fluttering in the wind, looks simple, beautiful. (Book village network ．mcqyy．)
Animals also showed us its style. Sheep leisurely eat delicious grass; cattle also changed the previous day's irritability, slowly walking; horse ran faster, the wind like speed so that it shows more handsome.
The most beautiful thing about summer is the dawn. Even when the drizzling rain is flying like broken beads, there are one or two fireflies, flying with a hazy shimmering light, which is a truly fascinating sight.
The most beautiful thing about summer is the sunrise. A little bit of the east of the fish-belly color of the sky, stained with a slight reddish hue, floating
red purple red purple color clouds, the scene is so spectacular.
The most beautiful thing about summer is the sunset. The blue sky in the west, as if by a skilled painter to paint a golden yellow, the color is getting lighter and lighter, more and more light, until there is no trace, the scene is indeed colorful.
This is the colorful summer!
Fifth grade: Cheng Jinli
Essay 4: "Essay: The Most Beautiful Season" 600 wordsWhen it comes with its unique new green, it is really intoxicating, when it comes with its unique colorful, it is really refreshing, when it comes with its unique warmth, it is really surging!
Spring -
It is a roll of colorful flower cloth, red, green, pink, each not willing to show weakness, have come to be the darling of spring, to draw the spring that endless vitality. Look at that star-like a small plant, a little red, a little green, a little pink, a little purple, have also been reflected in our eyes.
Walking in the spring, stepping on the soft soil, smelling the faint fragrance, catching down a clever butterfly. Bees, dragonflies hovering above, with the world generally busy with their own, a spring breeze blew, all the sleeping seeds, can be nurtured here. Spring gives the seeds a new form.
And then look at the mountain springs, ice and snow melt, tinkling down, so you have to go to see the spring melt of the spectacle. Spring children step on the most tender ray of spring light, have embraced each other flow down, the infinite vitality, left in this earth between.
Spring, I do not know happy or sad, its tears, will always rustle down, sometimes rest, with a few warmth, let the fresh air flow. At times grumpy, like a roll of curtains, like a stone, ticking and singing a song to make people happy.
Treetops, bursting out a few buds, the birds fell on the branches of the tree crisp and gentle call, singing the praises of nature that clear and beautiful people. Listen to the wooing ramblings, the curtain of spring pulled a little bit, in a unique way, the repertoire of magical vitality, staged an extraordinary splendor.
Spring, sprouting the rhythm of life.
Spring, displaying brilliant colors.
Spring, composed an ode to life.
Chengzhang Experimental Middle School Class 222: Liu Qinwu Instructor: Xie Yanhui
Essay 5: "The Most Beautiful Season" 900 wordsAutumn high and cool, the autumn wind blowing, the autumn leaves flying, scattered across the land. --Title I am a splash of floating leaves, floating down in the world that belongs to me. The wind comes, the leaves fall and flutter. It brings a gust of coldness in the fall. Outside the window, the autumn wind whooshes, and the fallen leaves are all over the ground. As if a fluttering butterfly, all floating down, gliding, intoxicated, romantic, intoxicated in the world belonging to you and me. Flowers from the drift of the water from the flow, remember the first acquaintance to this day. A place of lovesickness, two idle sorrows. Gray sky, as if a large piece of cloth, cover down the depression, idle boredom, panic, helpless, fixed in this sad autumn season. Autumn wind, the flood waves rise. I want to go to see the Qiantang River's flood waves rolling, tumbling, rushing, free, longing for the part of my heart that yearns for the world. How much I want to be a free, bold leaves to pursue the world belonging to me. The time shuttle non-stop rotating, darting, fast record of a leaf's life story. It is as if it is telling the story of a leaf knowing autumn and falling leaves returning to their roots. I am a leaf, a living plant, walking through the nourishment of spring, experiencing the trials of summer, blooming with the splendor of autumn, waiting for the baptism of winter. But when the autumn wind gusts come, the leaf falls because of my pursuit of the wind or the tree does not retain. I choose the latter. I am a leaf, from germination to growth to withering. It has always been the care and attention of the tree. But there is always an end, there is always an end. I am a leaf, the leaf slowly drift down with the wind to return to the earth. Because of the deep love for this land. The tree did not stay, so that the leaves are disheartened, following the autumn wind to find another piece of heaven and earth belongs to me. Finally, finally, drifted down to the Qiantang River, saw the flood waves rolling river. Realize the life-long dream. Hohoho ~ ~ ~ ~ the wind rose again, the leaves drifted up with the wind. When the wind stopped, the leaf found a home and turned into spring mud to protect the flowers. I am a leaf, the wind, sweeping down the yellow leaves, floating up the dust, evoking those youthful and magnificent chapter about the years. Leaves flying, wandering in the leaden gray sky. Gray sky, depressing feeling. Silky dewy, ghostly. At this moment, sorrow stretches and soothes in this moment, the leaf, the messenger of freedom. Freedom sings aloud, floating in the land of unbridled bliss. I am the leaf, the leaf is me. Vanguard, stained with a finger of love. Full of sadness, tapping on the keyboard of this computer. This is the most beautiful season for leaves, fall! Because in this season, the leaf found the world belongs to it. Because in this season, the leaf with its most beautiful years of blooming youth accompanied their favorite tree! Because in this season, it is the beautiful memories in the heart of the leaf, even if there is harm is also the lost beauty! What a beautiful season, how sentimental leaves, rain Linling, dashing rain break. How beautiful years, how sincere pursuit, leaf drift, roaming dance. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it. Drunken red face, I smile, when will the returnee return? Autumn wind and rain clearing, red leaves fluttering, looking down on the earth. The most beautiful season in the world is the autumn
season! Fragrant snow (dancing sun) autograph 2011. 10. 21 early night, quiet. Dear everyone, good night.
Essay 6: "Spring, the most beautiful season" 600 wordsGently, gently, the spring girl came slowly in her tender green ribbon. I love this season when everything is revived and spring flowers bloom, and everywhere is permeated with the breath of life, and everywhere is glowing with vitality.
I love the elves of spring, the elves that dance beautifully, ah, conveying the breath of spring. Bees roaming in the sea of flowers, butterflies dancing in the field, they are excited to pass a message spring is here, spring is here
I love the spring musicians, that a young bird like a girl, in the early morning, after the rain, hiding in the tall trees played a symphony. That one exciting piece of music expresses the love of spring. That crisp and melodious birdsong, like a spring flowing into people's hearts, that may be the world's most beautiful music.
I love the spring cuiyu, that piece of tender green small life, like a piece of cuiyu, is so glorious. The trees are beautifully decorated. Give people the enjoyment of beauty.
I love the colorful spring, that a colorful small flowers, like a shy girl, through the delicate beauty. They are the daughters of nature, thriving and vibrant.
I love the pearls of spring, the drops of rain, like a translucent pearl, across the sky, falling to earth. Spring rain, not like summer rain that fierce, it is gentle, raindrops connected to the silver wire, falling diagonally. After the spring rain, everything is as bright and shiny as new. Spring rain is a thin silver soft sword, divided winter and spring.
I love the crystals of spring, and the grains of crystal dewdrops are a hard-working cleaner. At night, they are busy, working hard to wash the dust around. In the morning, they ambled on the green leaves, the sun shines, they shine. They are selfless givers.
I love the spring wind, the wisp of breeze, like a virtuous wife. Blowing on the face, warm in the heart. The wind is mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees, so that the restless heart can be calm, giving people a comfortable feeling.
The four seasons of the year lie in spring, spring is the starting line, spring is a good season to sow hope. I love all the things in spring. Spring is the most beautiful season.
Essay 7: "The Most Beautiful Season for Reading" 600 wordsIt is autumn.
A cup of fragrant green tea, a house situated in the mountains, sitting in front of the window, the writing table of the book pages open, pan, but the faint ink fragrance is vaguely blowing, this is a kind of enjoyment. Taste the color rhyme of fragrant tea, feel the sadness and joy of the story, experience the meaning of the classics, rendering this silk of autumn.
Autumn, a season full of joy. I like autumn, do not care that she blew mess my favorite hairstyle, do not care that she interrupted my play with swimming fish, and do not care ......
It is autumn brewed everything. Trickling, singing and laughing, blue water and mountains, and at this time put on a yellowish veil; lush forests, quietly also has the shadow of the autumn girl; wide commendation of the sea,, but also from time to time up to the sky; green apples have also been shyly reddish. Listen! The larks, with their sweet and moist throats, sang joyfully; the Dingdong springs, with their angelic voices, played in unison for another harvest of nature; the cool autumn wind blew the branches of the trees covered with red leaves, like countless little red flags, and like a single leaping note on a musical score, playing its own unique joyful music. Poetry and heavenly music blend, which does not let your heart shake?
I like the "flowing straight down" dynamic, love the "silent" silence, but also appreciate the season of reading!
In the fall, my friend invited me to go on an autumn tour. That day, I was reading Hugo's "Les Miserables", with a sad feeling in my heart, the grass and trees in front of me is so calm. Perhaps it is my natural sentimental, at this time, I felt as if I had matured a lot, because, in this most beautiful season with books.
There is the philosophical wisdom of the literati; there is an infinite source of wisdom in life. Her connotation, there are thousands of gestures, ten thousand kinds of flavor. Although it does not have a "thousand kinds of chestnuts", but has the most valuable wealth, so that you become the richest person in the world.
"A year's plan is in the spring", spring is the season of sowing, and the fall is the golden season of harvest.
The best season for reading, let us recall the taste of tea, recall the rhyme of harvesting knowledge in front of the window.
Essay 8: "Spring, the most beautiful season" 600 wordsGently, gently, the girl of spring came slowly in her green ribbon. I love all these things restored, spring, everywhere showing the breath of life, everywhere vibrant.
I love the wizard of spring, the dancing wizard who jumps beautifully, ah, through the breath of spring. Bees traveling in the sea, butterflies dancing in the fields, they excitedly deliver a message that spring is coming, spring is coming
I love the spring musicians, only a girl like a bird, in the early morning, after the rain, hiding in the tall trees played a symphony. It was the first exciting song that expressed the love of spring. It was crunchy and touching to the birds, like a spring flowing into people's hearts, and it was probably the most beautiful music in the world.
I love the spring of jade, that little green life, like a piece of jade, is so dazzling. Trees decorated with beauty and beauty. Give the enjoyment of beauty.
I love the colorful spring, the blossoming of colorful flowers, like a shy girl, revealing beautiful beautiful little drops. They are the daughters of nature, flourishing and full of energy.
I love the spring pearl, that drop of rain, like a translucent pearl, across the sky, falling into the world. Spring rain, not as hot as summer rain, it is gentle, raindrops even into the silver, falling diagonally. After the spring rain, everything shines as new. Spring rain is a kind of slender silver soft sword, winter and spring season.
I love the spring crystals, that crystal dew, is a diligent cleaner. At night, they are busy trying to clean the dust around them. In the morning, they fall on the green leaves, the sun shines, they glow. They are selfless givers. I love the spring wind, that breeze, like a kind wife. It blows on my face and warms in my heart. The wind mixes with the scent of plants, calming the uneasy feeling and giving a sense of comfort.
Spring is spring, spring is the starting line, spring is a good season to plant hope. I love everything in spring. Spring is the most beautiful season.
Essay 9: "Spring, the most beautiful season" 600 wordsSpring, the most beautiful season
Gently, gently, the spring girl came slowly in her tender green ribbon. I love this season when everything is revived and spring flowers bloom, everywhere is permeated with the breath of life, and everywhere is glowing with vitality. I love the elves of spring, the elves that dance beautifully, ah, conveying the breath of spring. Bees roam in the sea of flowers, butterflies dance in the field, they are excited to pass a message 'spring is coming, spring is coming'
I love the spring musicians, that one as a young girl like a bird, in the early morning, after the rain, hiding in the tall trees to play a symphony. That one exciting piece of music expresses the love of spring. That crisp and melodious birdsong, like a spring flowing into people's hearts, that may be the world's most beautiful music.
I love the spring cuiyu, that piece of tender green small life, like a piece of cuiyu, is so glorious. The trees are beautifully decorated. Give people the enjoyment of beauty.
I love the colorful spring, that a colorful small flowers, like a shy girl, through the delicate beauty. They are the daughters of nature, thriving and vibrant.
I love the pearls of spring, the drops of rain, like a translucent pearl, across the sky, falling to earth. Spring rain, not like summer rain that fierce, it is gentle, raindrops connected to the silver wire, falling diagonally. After the spring rain, everything is as bright and shiny as new. Spring rain is a thin silver soft sword, divided winter and spring.
I love the crystals of spring, and the grains of crystal dewdrops are a diligent cleaner. At night, they are busy, working hard to wash the dust around. In the morning, they ambled on the green leaves, the sun shines, they shine. They are selfless givers.
I love the spring wind, the wisp of breeze, like a virtuous wife. Blowing on the face, warm in the heart. The wind is mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees, so that the restless heart can be calm, giving people a comfortable feeling. The four seasons of the year lie in spring, spring is the starting line, spring is a good season to sow hope. I love all things in spring. Spring is the most beautiful season.
Junior high school: Chen Xiaohan
Spring, the most beautiful season
Cinderella quietly came to earth with a light step, spreading the breath of spring to the earth. All creatures began to thrive, showing vitality, awakening everything, and overflowing with vitality everywhere.
You see! The sun jumped out of the clouds and hung in the blue sky. Grass out of the green head looking at the earth. Willow girl combed their own green hair, a yellow and green eyebrows of the soft willow in the breeze, smiling to the spring beckon.
The snow on the mountain melted, converging into a murmuring brook, the brook sings a wonderful song to the distance. Not far away from a few peach blossoms in full bloom, pink pink petals fragrant, colorful, like a beautiful sunset, delicate petals in the sunlight shines with a beautiful luster. The hard-working bees are busy, drilling in and out of the flowers, and the colorful flower butterflies spread their soft wings and dance in the air.
Look, the swallows also flew back from the south, they wore black and bright tuxedo, some in the field play; some in the peach blossom next to the flight, as if intoxicated in the fragrance; some from the river swept, as if they are about to drill into the water. Swallows soar in the blue sky and white clouds, as if to the blue and white corresponding sky inlaid with a few black diamonds, so that the sky is more brilliant and colorful.
In the yard, a group of children took off their thick cotton coats and put on beautiful spring clothes, and played games happily in the yard. You see, they didn't even bother to put on their shoes before running out of the yard! The number of kites in the sky is gradually increasing, colorful, adding a few more colors to the sky. Those kites are like a cute child, longing for a bright future. The mouth also can't stop screaming: spring is coming, spring is coming, this time, we have to play again.
The sea is also lively. Those big and small fish, probably because in the winter silence too long, and in the spring to release the vigor of life. Swimming around in the sea, spitting bubbles happily, in the sunshine, a string of bubbles look colorful.
Spring, you are a most beautiful season, you give us the warmest climate.
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