Summer Mornings
Summer is a season of marvelous scenery.
How does summer come? The hot sun comes out and summer shoots out of the sun.
How did summer come? The chirping robin came out, and summer shouted from the robin's mouth.
How did summer come? The cute tadpoles came out and summer swam out of the pond.
How did summer come? Tempting cold drinks came out, and summer ate its way out of the cold drinks.
"The season of the year is spring, and the time of the day is morning." This saying is true. Early morning is the best time of the day, with fresh air and sunshine. The most fascinating, to count the summer morning~~~
Everyone knows that the summer climate is very hot. However, in the morning can be different. As soon as I went out, a fresh air came to my nose, and a breeze blew toward me, making me feel especially cool. The grass stretches, in its body dew crystal bright, like a pearl shining in the sun. The lotus in the pond also stretched out the leaves, in the breeze swinging far away, it is like entering the fairyland. A pair of small dragonflies fluttered back and forth in the air, curvaceous and graceful, looking at their gorgeous dance, as if I had also become a dragonfly, flying around in the air, very leisurely. The birds in the woods also woke up from their sleep and flew to the branches to sing, I seemed to be intoxicated by the wonderful song, and stood there for a long time~~~
The sun slowly rose, the summer morning is so beautiful, how charming ah!
The colors of summer
What are the colors of summer? Red,yellow,blue,green?
Walking down the street, all living things look down. The hot sun shines on the big, it seems that every person, every tree, every flower, the body is glowing with golden light. Oh, summer is golden!
Climbing up the rugged mountainside, I saw the green grass all over the mountain, as if there was no gold on the top of the grass, only a bright green. Oh, summer is green!
Walking in the garden, there are pink flowers, standing and graceful. Oh, summer is pink!
It's raining! Sesame-sized raindrops were falling from the sky. I didn't hide, but let it drench my face. Oh, summer is white!
The rain stopped, and I looked up at the sky, which was so blue that it was mesmerizing. Oh, summer is blue!
Ah! I get it! Summer is colorful, like a rainbow after a little rain!
The summer sky is brilliant, the sky is so blue, the daylight is so strong, the sky and the ground are in a dazzling light. In a year, the number of summer sun is the most industrious, early in the morning on the rise, five or six o'clock in the morning has been the morning light, six or seven o'clock in the evening, see the moon is going to be sidelined it, but the diligent sun still lingers, delayed "off".
Summer is hot, according to the different degrees of summer heat, can be divided into early summer, summer and residual summer.
Early summer is a time to be desired. People are tired of winter after a long and intimidating winter, and spring is more short-lived, although it is full of flowers. And early summer, people can finally take off the wrapped in the body of the miscellaneous clothes, ladies can wear a flowing dress, revealing snow-white skin, slim figure; Mr. pants T-shirt, a relaxed. Early summer, eat ice Kirin, sleeping cooler, cover thin quilt, wide open doors and windows, really the most comfortable, painful; happy to go to the pool when the dragon and tiger leap a bit, like a fish in the water, not happy. Years of snow and ice in the north, early summer is a golden season. At that time, the countryside is active and beautiful. The white clouds in the sky are floating slowly, and farmers are working hard on the vast land. Tender willows hang low over the quiet river. The river finally thawed out, with vigor, small fish, small loaches, small frogs are jumping with joy, the river's naughty children, even more joyful, breaking the quiet of the wilderness: "Look at it! Come and see!" "Loach, this is a little loach!" The shouts and laughter drifted in the morning of the blooming flowers, so that people can not help but y feel the joy of summer.
Mid-summer, on the other hand, is the most torturous and difficult days of the year. The summer sun is nearly "poisonous", as if it intends to work against mankind, retaliation against mankind, people cursed it, and even to learn Houyi shoot off this "poisonous sun".
Summer, the sun almost every day wantonly rampage, waving its copper shield across the sky filled with yellow smoke. To depict the summer, it is impossible to avoid depicting the summer sun, and the consequences of the sun's heat on nature and mankind.
Describing the scene of summer, Lao She in the "Camel Xiangzi" has a very wonderful piece, read it to make people feel like being there:
June 15, the day of the day, the sky is so hot that it is crazy. As soon as the sun came out, the ground was already on fire, and some of the gray air that seemed to be cloudy and not cloudy and not foggy floated low in the air, making people feel suffocated. ...... street on the willow tree, like a disease, the leaves hanging layer of gray soil in the branches of the roll; branches of a move also lazy, listless low hanging. There was not a single spot of water on the road, which was dry and glowing white. The dust on the road flew up to a high level, connecting with the gray air in the sky, forming a vicious array of gray sand that scalded the faces of pedestrians. Everywhere is dry, everywhere is hot, everywhere is stuffy, and the whole old city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, making people gasp for breath. The dogs crawled on the ground and spat out their red tongues, the nostrils of the mules and horses were open especially wide, the vendors did not dare to shout, the asphalt road was melting, and even the bronze plaques in front of the stores seemed to be melting.
Here, Lao She writes about the heat of the summer in Beijing. The willows were so hot that they were sick, their leaves were curled up, and they were so sunburned that they were almost devoid of water. Beijing's climate was already dry and dusty, and the sunshine for days on end made the road "a water spot and no", so the dust and the gray air in the sky formed a "vicious gray sand formation", and the whole city was "dry" and "hot". The whole city was "dry", "hot", "stuffy", like a "burnt-out brick kiln", which showed the extent of people's suffering. Then Lao She writes about how dogs, mules and other animals "spit out their red tongues" and "flare their nostrils unusually wide" in the heat. Asphalt in the high temperature will be melted, usually with firewood burned into a fire to melt, and summer tarmac in Beijing also automated open, see the high temperature.
Summer weather, two or three o'clock in the afternoon, but also the most intolerable time of the day, the road is scorched dry, hot, feet down on the tarmac are soft, everywhere in the melt. The air was hot and stuffy, as if a match could be struck to light it. The whole world was blindingly bright, making my mouth dry and my eyes dizzy. People in the "brick kiln" seemed to be burning bricks, and no matter how much cool water you poured on them, they could not extinguish the fire, and the cool water that had just been poured on them immediately turned into beads of sweat and evaporated. At that time, people's behavior and temperament also became eccentric and irritable. Especially in Shanghai, the crowded housing simply became a "steamer", and people were almost steamed into meat buns. In the evening, the sun has just returned home, rows of recliners, folding beds, small round tables from the "steamer" moved out, men and boys are bare shoulders to eat, under the street lamps playing cards, watching TV, to kill time; even if the usual gentleman gentleman, this time can not be quiet in his ivory tower to study esoteric learning, finally can not care about the gentleman, also bare feet, short, and so on, and so on, and so on. Even the usually gentle gentlemen could not be bothered to study in their ivory towers, and finally could not care about their manners, and went out on the streets with bare feet, shorts, and undershirts to look for the wind. Many people even sleep in the open air all night. Shanghai summer cool this kind of situation can probably be regarded as the country's top.
Soviet writer Sholokhov in the "quiet Don River" in the depiction of the summer heat emphasized that the river dried up, "dry artemisia" dried up "all burned up", the sky is just the sound of thunder and no rain. This is how he describes it: a dry summer. The water of the Don River opposite to the village became shallow, and the place where the rapids used to flow was now shallow, so that when the cows walked across the river, the water did not even reach their backs.
The end of summer is the turning point of the year. During the day, the sun is still blazing, the land is still baking, and the air is still stifling under the scorching sun. The ripe grains are bending their heads in the heat, and the grasshoppers, as green as the blades of grass, are chirping faintly and noisily all around. The sky took on that orange-yellow color that is about to turn red, as if a large piece of metal were approaching a furnace fire. At the end of the summer, when the rain began to fall more often, there were always one or two floating clouds when the sky was not completely clean, and in the evening, when the wind blew, dark clouds hung in the sky, and in a short time, pouring rain with thunder and lightning arrived. Because it rained so often, the heat of summer cooled down a lot, and people were finally able to take a deep breath of cool air, and the curse of the sun was gradually less and less.
When I open the window in the morning, a cool breeze hits my face. Well, summer is gone.
I used to argue with my dad over the boring question of whether winter or summer was better. He would try to convince me that I liked winter. I'd start highlighting the virtues of summer with examples and analogies, and when I was at a loss for words, I'd say, "Summer's better anyway." When I was a kid, "It is anyway" would have been written on the doorframe where I couldn't reach it.
Why do you love summer? When I was a kid, I would have said without hesitation: because of the sea!
Summer in Nandaihe was unforgettable. Our family would run to the beach early, fill up the rubber boat, and then proudly swing up. With the road sea wave, the boat like leaves swaying, the mind also followed the flying swing ......
Now it's over, the beach are afraid to go. Nandaihe has long been out of the blue, the beach actually stopped the net charges! The most important thing to remember is that they are the only ones who have the best view of the sea.
Fortunately, the following summer is also extremely interesting. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get away with this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get away with this," he said. As soon as the summer vacation was over, I called Fatty and asked him to go swimming with me. Fatty was called Ah Man, and he was in my class. I remember that on June 1, the school organized a playgroup, but Fatty's mother was "invited" to the school by the class teacher to count Fatty's sins. While we were having fun, Ah Wen was locked up in the office and beaten. When I saw him, he made a show of not caring and gave me all the raffle tickets he had earned.
Aven was waiting for me downstairs. He was riding a silver-gray mountain bike and mine was red. We talked and laughed all the way to Longtan Lake. I had to accompany him to the deep water area to get his "deep water license" first! --No way, he's always losing it.
Then it was time to play. Wen puffed up his cheeks and blew up a big balloon as round as his belly. We played water polo, and when we ran out of steam, we competed in the "floating melon" contest -- holding our bodies and sticking our heads in the water to see who could hold on longer. After shouting " one, two, three ", we both took a deep breath and stuck in the water, the surface of the water floating up a big winter melon, a small winter melon. I don't know if it's because of the buoyancy, but Wen always beats me.
There is a one-meter board next to the deep pool, and Wen jumped once and stopped playing. I guess he thought the splash was too big. So we ran to the "toddler water play area" and raced in the knee-deep water. We learned the hard way that when we run, we have to run with our legs in the high legged position, and we all fall down in different ways. We all fell in different ways: front flip, backward, and see each other fell, he was happy, but the foot is not stable, diagonally planted ...... We are almost bursting with laughter. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to get out of this, but I'm going to be able to get out of it. Warm sunlight sprinkled on the body, bright and shiny water so that people can not open their eyes ......
The most attractive natural or water slide. The highest water slide in Longtan Lake is 70o, and people almost fall straight down. For safety, the slide is very narrow and cushioned. I love to play the thrilling one, but not Ah Man. Ha, he must be afraid of getting stuck in it and not being able to get down, how corny is that!
It was pretty busy outside the swimming pool too. As soon as we got out, we went for kebabs and shaved ice. The first time I saw him, I was so familiar with him that I was able to pay for the kebabs. The next time he paid for the kebabs, the uncle would give him two more kebabs. Once, the uncle asked him jokingly, "You brought your girlfriend here at such a young age?" I laughed. Aven was busy explaining: "classmates, classmates ......."
Aven's car skills are top-notch. Crossing the street, he twisted his body, waving his little fat hand a little past. I, on the other hand, was sadly blocked from this side of the traffic.
Childhood is as short as summer. In junior high school, I suddenly had a disconnect with Wen. Maybe it was the grades, maybe it was the fact that we had vaguely felt like we were going down different paths at that point. We no longer play together, in fact, at that time has rarely play. I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time, but I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time," he said.
The summer after the midterm was still beautiful. Even though I have to start learning to squeeze the car; even though the sun is not as warm as it used to be, it hurts; even though the shiny oil road makes people become less rational ...... I also tried to accept sunscreen and parasol, but failed. I love summer, though, and can't find the right reason for it.
Maybe summer brings me a passion for learning, or maybe it gives me a lot of good memories.
Welcoming a new life always starts in summer, like the first time I stepped into the door of the fourth middle school.
My summer may be spent in sweat, but I still love it and embrace it with all my might!
I love the birds and flowers of spring, and I love the splendor of summer even more. Summer may be hot, but it also brings a lot of joy.
The children took off their spring clothes and put on short shorts, and the beautiful girls put on beautiful dresses, like dancing butterflies. The boys changed into shorts and swam in the crystal clear pool. The scenery in summer is also very beautiful. The trees are lush and green, and the sun shines through the branches and leaves. The lotus flowers in the pond are still in bud, and the dragonflies are already landing on them. Among the flowers, plantains and violets vied with each other to open.
You see, the plantain from afar looks like a burning flame; violets small and exquisite, really love! They attracted a lot of bees and butterflies, flying around in the flowers, the flowers more beautiful.
[Edit Paragraph]Good Sentences and Paragraphs Describing Scenery Related to Autumn
Autumn Colors in the Park
The woods in the park are also beautiful. In the park on the hill planted trees, sycamore tree leaves with the passage of time slowly turning yellow, have fallen; maple tree leaves are turning red, the park shrouded in red clouds, but also add a point of enthusiasm in the fall. The leaves of the cypress tree are still so verdant, intoxicating you. There are a group of children in the mountains in the happy play, from time to time came bursts of laughter, see, they play more energetic ah, to the woods added vigor.
Golden fall
The weather gradually turned cool, a piece of yellow leaves like a beautiful yellow butterfly, have left the warm embrace of the mother tree, gently floating down from the tree, flying down to the grass, the river, crops. This falling leaves seem to be the announcer, telling everyone that "autumn is coming, autumn is coming". The grasses also took off their green clothes and changed into golden fall clothes. The autumn girl has come back to earth again surrounded by the joy of falling leaves. In this everywhere is a yellow scene, a variety of small flowers seem to be asleep, each low head, drooping two pieces of early has lost the glory of the "hands", silently, without saying a word waiting for the arrival of the distant spring.
Autumn
Autumn is here, chrysanthemums bloom. There were red ones, yellow ones, purple ones, and white ones, beautiful!
Autumn is here and the fruit is ripe. The yellow ones are pears, the red ones are pingos, and the bright ones are grapes. A cool wind blew, the fruit nodded, giving off a tantalizing aroma.
As soon as September arrived, there was a sense of fall, which slipped in on a foggy dawn and disappeared in the heat of the afternoon. It tiptoed over the tops of the trees, coloring a few leaves red, then left in a cluster of flutters across the valley.
After another night or two, the fall frost covered the valley under the moon, then retreated to the northern side of the mountains for a little while, so that the golden early fall could gently soothe the earth. A slight scent of anise fills the sky. And the fragrant odor of golden chrysanthemums. The fog rolls in and is broken by the September moon, revealing an azure sky.
Autumn days, that ever-blue sky, will suddenly flip and reveal sinister colors, tropical typhoons caught in dense clouds of torrential rain, floods lurking, the revived grassland again flooded with dots of pale color. However, the typhoon and rainstorms flashed by, and the strong air currents still shook with dazzling waves. At this time, only the migratory birds from the north know this warm bed, the flying swans, geese and ducks, like a deep cloud, make this place look even more pale.
I don't know how long it has been, but as if a tense struggle is finally coming to a head, the fields are coming in from their broad chests, and the slopes and dams are spreading out with watery clarity, and the trees and crops are beginning to sway in the breeze, and the leaves are becoming more subdued and spacious. Dew returns, wetting the ridges in the early morning and evening and hanging quietly over the fields. Dewdrops also come to the dam and float quietly, no longer returning to the valley. Although the sun is still bright, but no longer painful scorching human spine, become generous, clear, as if it is finally exhausted, can not steam melt the field, and the field and reconciliation; ...... autumn is coming!
Autumn leaves
Autumn, the leaves show brilliant colors. Maple leaves seem to be a small red palm, gently swinging in the wind, as if waving goodbye to the tourists. Sycamore tree leaves are like a golden crown, waving in the branches. Seeing it reminds me of the golden orange orchard, people who like new buds should also like the fallen leaves ah!
Autumn wind soughing, full of golden butterflies fluttering in the yard.
Golden butterflies ah! For whom are you dancing? The flowers have no smile, the grass has lost its luster. Oh, I see, you are for the little blinking daisies in the garden.
At some point you landed gently on my bright red sweater, did you think I was a flower too?
You whispered to me that people are changed from green butterflies. In spring and summer people fall in groups on the boughs of trees. Spring gives people new green, summer gives people shade, and once fall arrives, you change into your golden clothes and fly all over the sky to find your beloved friends.
Golden butterfly, would you like to make friends with me? Come on! Fly into my textbook and accompany me into the bright classroom.
The Autumn Woods
I walked into the autumn woods. Ah! The ground is full of leaves, red, yellow, green ...... colorful and beautiful. A gust of wind blew, and a few more leaves fell from the trees. Look, some of them are like small flower butterfly, twisting the beautiful wings dancing. Some are like a yellow warbler, spreading its wings and flying. There are also like dancers, light spinning, spinning ...... leaves have fallen to the ground, to the earth with a thick "cotton coat". Feet stepped on the dead leaves, issued a "squeak" sound, played the late fall "symphony".
Autumn campus
The first thing that caught my eye was the large, brightly colored bunches of red, bunches of red leaves do not attract attention to the attention of the bunches of red flowers, the brightly colored flowers, open delicate chic, a cluster of tens of flowers, long in the emerald-green stems, like a string of green thread connected to the red bells. They are closely arranged, neatly organized, like our class formed a disciplined and tightly united collective. Look closely, there are also hair-like florets hidden inside the flowers. The breeze, delicate and chic flowers gently swaying, nodding to you, as if a small child is open smile face towards you smile it.
Autumn rain
Rain is crystal clear. Autumn rain is very small and fine. Like the tip of a cowhair needle, falling gently, of course, some of the rain hit the pond, the eaves of the house, knocking up the water splash, "Dingdong", "ticking", "popping", "Rustle" to this picturesque golden autumn with a melodious symphony, this unique rhythm, so that you forget all the troubles and sorrows of the world.
Autumn harvest
Red apples lifted the green leaves to look out; golden persimmons like the first month of the fifteenth of the lantern bent branches; small red light like jujubes in the branches of the twinkling; like onyx grapes hanging in bunches in the grapevines swinging; some lychee is too fat, the clothes burst, revealing the white belly, the corn specially changed a new golden coat, the corn is not a good idea, but it's a good thing that you can't see it. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes. It slowly, slowly fell to the ground, making that mournful "rustling" sound. Falling leaves! Are you mourning the shortness of your life? No, not really! The falling leaves will not be so heroic. Without realizing it, I had reached the end of the road. I saw a clear stream in front of me, and the leaves drifted down with the wind on the stream, like a golden boat. The stream keeps flowing, the fallen leaves are also swirling with the waves, began their long and arduous journey ...... Seeing that there is no way out in front of me, I simply lie down on the luxurious velvet carpet, look up, in the bare branches, seems to remain a few pieces of green leaves. Maybe the green leaves will fall down in a few more days, into the embrace of Mother Earth.
If the swallows are the angels of spring, then the fallen leaves are the urchins of autumn. When fall arrives, the leaves will not hesitate to float down from the boughs of the trees. They seem to say to the tree, "Dear mom, we want to go back to the bosom of the earth, please allow us to fly with the wind!" The tree made a rustling sound, as if to say, "Let's go! Let's go!" The leaves flew over the wall and into the wild, and look! They are everywhere on the ground. Fallen leaves, you put a golden carpet on the ground.
Autumn is here
Autumn is here, and the autumn wind is blowing, making people feel a little cold. Little Red closed the window and put on her fall clothes and ran to the yard to play. She also saw the apple tree was full of big red apples, and a few yellow leaves fluttered down with the wind, like butterflies fluttering. The grass was like a golden carpet. The chrysanthemums are blooming, yellow and white, like a pom-pom, so beautiful! Two swallows flew out from the house and chirped to Little Red, as if saying, "Little master, we are going to the south for the winter, see you next spring!"
Autumn is such a happy season!
The grass in the fall
The coming of autumn also makes the grass change its yellow clothes. Although the grass is no longer like the young doll in the spring, or the young man in green clothes in the summer, but the grass is still standing, the wind gently blowing, they will twist their bodies to the side, in a beautiful dance to win the people's appreciation. Early in the morning, the crystal dew will play with the grass leaves, rolling around. Catch a drop with your hand, and if you're not careful, the dewdrops will roll down to the ground and disappear in a flash, as if they were playing a game with me!
[edit paragraph]Describe the early winter of the good sentence good paragraph
Winter, the willow tree dry dry, silent lonely, in the past days the grace of the ocean can not be seen at all.
Winter, the sun rises, dazzling light does not exist, like a big round egg yolk, hanging there.
Thick black clouds like a mass of broken flotsam, hanging upside down in the sky above the city, the cold wind whistling and sweeping the ground full of dead leaves and confetti, and more show the scene of extraordinarily cold.
Every winter, the earth is a desolate time, far and near only those pine and cypress trees green, especially eye-catching.
When winter arrives, the snowflakes drift, the reservoir has become a world of whitewash, the large reservoir suddenly turned into a large mirror by the hectares of blue waves, the ice surface and light and slippery.
This is early winter, the forest leaves, dead branches, thickly spread a ground, feet step on, soft.
Early winter, like a beautiful, noble and reserved princess, dances her magical veil and sends gusts of bitter cold wind.
The autumn wind sweeps away the leaves, the bitter cold flies snowflakes, the footsteps of time in a hurry, in a blink of an eye, winter has come!
Early winter, the maple leaves are red, a wind blew, the leaves are like some flower petals seem to float down.
Winter, the last of the four seasons of the year, the most portentous of next year's season,
Winter, mixed with the confusion of the fall came to the countryside, into the city, into the side of you and me.
Early winter, looking at the sparse foliage of the orchard, thinking of fruit farmers full of cellar to be sold fruit, the confusion of the fall suddenly attacked the mind; looking at the green wheat fields, thinking of next year's heavy wheat, a harvest scene in front of us, the confusion of the fall suddenly no trace of shadow,
Early winter, to stay in the heart of the eye is full of green, golden fruit ......
Early winter, cycling or walking on the way to work, Fengming Square charming dance, light melody, everywhere reveals a healthy smile, Zhongyang Mall roaring stirring sound, blocks of high-rise buildings, everywhere presenting a thriving scene, the busy sound of trade in the farmers' market, the crunchy green cucumbers, long slender bean curd ...... The year-round fresh vegetables constantly,
Early winter, showing in front of the people is upward, progressive, and strive for the first......
Early winter gives people a feeling of peace, prosperity and harmony ......
Early in the morning, drops of rain, sprinkled in the heart of winter,
Narcissus, I was looking for that part of the winter in the rare green, rare fragrance, to find, the only one who once raised Narcissus pots, a kind of loss and bewilderment, arose from, how I was so careless, winter came, I even neglected to raise the high and lofty daffodil to decorate the winter, I did not forget, but
I have been paying attention to the place that sells daffodils last year, but I have not been able to find that sells daffodils flower farmers,
This year's early winter, one of the biggest wish is to raise a lot of daffodils, so that the green filled the whole room, embellish the whole winter. I seem to see the sky full of wind and snow in the winter, drifting,
Only that noble and simple daffodil, spitting yellow stamens smile proud of winter.
Early winter does not have the winter of the beautiful, only cold dry wind blowing, and do not see the sunshine of the cloudy days, but it is beautiful, people began to dress up with beautiful warm winter clothes at the same time, but also beautify the early winter season. This season is not too cold, only in the morning the temperature is slightly lower, but the cold is quite spiritual, fresh air inhaled into the lungs, cool, cool, such as ice water refreshing lungs, because it is not yet in the winter's sake, flowers, plants and trees are still present in the late fall of the scene, not at all the feeling of winter to the people of the ragged and withering, the ground of the grass is still quite a spirit of a point of green, in this green, there are a few not afraid of the cold! A few small flowers are blooming sporadically, releasing their last vigor to the coming winter. Some people say that the early winter is gray, because at this time, the whole city over the sky is always gray, no sunshine, no vitality; also said that it is yellow, there is no spring and summer scenery in the field, only after the harvest left a large area of withered yellow; there are also people say that this is an uncomfortable season, there is no spring vigor, no summer heat, no autumn passion, not to mention the winter cold. The season is not as cold as winter. But who would have thought that this is a season of transition, its mission is to let people from the warmth of nostalgia gradually adapted to the process, which is like a person from the comfort of the process of slowly moving towards the ordeal, which brings people to the prelude to the arrival of winter.
The fluttering leaves and the chilly wind are the prelude to winter.
This season is the most distinguishable of the human nature, hardworking people can still get up early to go to the busy day, some people are afraid of the cold, attached to the warmth of the nest, do not want to get up early in this cold season. And miss the best time of early winter: early in the morning, although the wind is a little cold, but not to the bone, people can still move their arms and legs, the sky is not yet all bright, the road to work, school people gradually more and more, the old people early in the morning with a basket of vegetables to the morning market to buy vegetables, after the winter vegetables is the most beautiful time, just look at the stacks of water, fresh and tender vegetables, listen to the vendors of the rising and falling of the yell, this is in itself a very good time, and the best time to buy vegetables. Just looking at the stacks of watery, fresh vegetables and listening to the hawkers' incessant yelling is a pleasure in itself. The trees by the river also look very energetic at this time, stretching their branches to welcome the arrival of winter, and even the birds are not willing to be lonely, chattering and playing happily in the trees, not feeling that winter is coming at all. Only the leaves of the trees are quietly falling, a biting cold wind and came, winter, really come.
Early winter, is slowly passing, although brief, but also to the city has brought its unique color, it faithfully completed the mission given to it by nature, then quietly left, gradually disappeared in the city, but also gradually disappeared in people's memories.