Spring grass, green and fluffy; summer lotus, high and elegant; autumn orchards, colorful; winter snowflakes, flurry. In the four seasons of the scenery, I like the most inconspicuous snow alone, because it is crystal clear, silent dedication.
The blue sky like a large blanket, countless white crystal snowflakes fluttering, such as angels have descended, both solemn and holy.
I stretched out my palm, just touched the snow, it melted. Yes, it is inconspicuous, unobtrusive, but also so fragile, but it is a small body drive moisturize everything. Why is the red plum so charming? That's because there is a backdrop of snow; "snow presses the green pine, the green pine is straight and straight" why is so popular? That's because the snow has no winning heart, in the face of last year's rare snow, the pine's previous arrogance has disappeared, have folded bent waist.
The snow stopped, melted, it is just a flash in the pan, but it is brilliant but let the whole sky applauded.
The third-grade student wrote a composition: my dream
Read the tips: the following reproduced in our hospital hand surgery beautiful professor Dr. Bai Hui Kai family daughter, a nine-year-old third-grade student wrote a composition, probably because the mother is busy every day with surgery, right, the earth people know, hand surgery, emergency more, surgery time is long, so, usually take care of the child time is less, so the child will only be dreaming and grandma about, and the mother is not involved. not to do with the mother! This lovely girl has a rich imagination, dreaming that she has become a little swallow, perhaps not having inherited her mother's brain, which she herself often said she was proud of as a science student, and which made her change her habits, not to eat insects, but to eat fruit instead! But flawless and childlike, the whole article is still refreshing and interesting to read! And the words are beautifully written too! Welcome to enjoy!
My Dream
One morning in the fall, I was playing in the yard, and when I looked up, I saw the birds chirping and chirping, their wings flapping and flying lightly across the blue sky.
I thought, "If only I could become a bird and learn to fly! Suddenly, the world twisted into countless circles in front of my eyes, and I fell to the ground, not knowing anything.
After waking up, I found myself lying in a small round sofa, a closer look, where is this sofa, is clearly a bird's nest! Another look, I grew black feathers on my body, and my arms turned into wings, and I turned into a little swallow!
The bird's nest is under the eaves of a house. I tried to shake my wings and flew up happily. I was shocked to see that this was actually my house!
Turned around and flew to a big tree, and saw a little swallow on the tree was eating fruit. That little swallow gathered many more companions, and we sang, played and flew happily together.
At noon, my companions said to me, "The weather is going to turn cooler from now on, and we are going to live in the south. Would you like to go?"
I said, "No, I will stay here."
They said, "Bye!"
And I said, "Bye!"
They flew away. At night, the weather suddenly turned cold, and I huddled tightly in my nest. When I was freezing, I went through a crack in the window of the balcony to the house.?
When my grandma saw this, she picked up a broom and swung it at me, and I rushed into the house with my last strength, flew to the bed, and burrowed under the covers. Suddenly the sky turned, and in an instant I was human again.
At that moment, I heard my grandma say to me, "You woke up from your nap?" I touched the beads of sweat on my head, so it was a dream. Being a bird can feel the joy and freedom of being a bird, and being a human can feel the happiness and warmth of the family. (This article is recommended by the general adviser of this number, Professor Liang Baosong, Liang Baosong, graduated from Henan Medical University in 1984 undergraduate, Henan Provincial People's Hospital, chief physician of gastroenterology Professor)
Third grade three hundred words essay snowExpand Spring grass, green and fuzzy; summer lotus, high clean and elegant; autumn orchards, colorful; winter snowflakes, flurry.
In the four seasons, I like the most insignificant snow, because it is crystal clear, silent dedication.
The blue sky like a large blanket, countless white crystal snowflakes fluttering, such as angels generally have descended, both solemn and holy.
I stretched out my palm, just touched the snow, it melted.
Yes, it is inconspicuous, unnoticeable, but also so fragile, but it is a small body drive to moisturize everything.
Why is the red plum so charming? That's because there is a backdrop of snow; "snow pressure pine, pine and straight" why is so popular? That's because the snow has no heart, in the face of last year's rare snow, the pine's previous arrogance is gone, have folded the waist.
The snow stopped, melted, it is just a flash in the pan, but it is brilliant but let the whole sky applauded.
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250 words in third grade, writing snow diaryWinter is a warm season, perhaps because of the company of family, perhaps more because of the snow care.
That winter, the cold wind whistled as if a storm was coming.
Suddenly, a piece of cold slid down my cheek, and I was instantly soothed.
When I looked up, snowflakes were falling from the sky, as if the fairies were doing their magic again, and in an instant, the trees, flowers and houses were drowned by the gently fluttering snowflakes.
I think this is the most beautiful snow ever, so I quickly took my cell phone out to shoot the snow scene, and wanted to freeze this wonderful moment.
The night was so soft and silent against the snow that everything around me seemed frozen.
I was enjoying the beautiful snow scene, time seems to stay here, that night, only the snow with me.
After a long time, my palms fell into a petal-like snow, as if I was back to last winter, that period of my sadness and reappeared in my heart.
I seemed to see a scene from that winter ...... Since the "winter incident", I fell in love with the snow, I like the snow, like the winter ...... Unconsciously, snow has become my heart to stay, I stayed in its beauty, stayed in its spirit! I love the snow, love its soft but not delicate, love its noble qualities, but also love its selfless dedication to fall down for the earth sustenance but do not ask for a return of the spirit!
The third grade essay Yakeshi winter snow
Winter, in Hainan is full of flowers, and in Yakeshi is snow-covered.
Endless snow, boundless white, and the whole day constantly cold.
Even if the sun is high in the sky, but you go out to do something, you still have to cover yourself with only two eyes to see the road.
From a distance, the smaller children look like balls.
Bet you thought our winters were boring, didn't you? No, no, no, not at all, our winter is like this.
Snowball fights, snowmen, we are often play! Let's talk about snowball fights, which means making snow into balls a little smaller than basketballs and attacking the person across from you.
Snapped, a hit, in turn, he launched an attack on us.
After a look, one is as good as a snowman.
Looking at it, we laughed and laughed together, and the breath we exhaled immediately turned into smoke.
Then we would build a snowman: a big head, a round body, a nose made of carrots, and finally a stick for an arm.
Then we giggled heartlessly at it, stood in the snow and took pictures with it, and circled around it.
When it snows, little white flowers hang from the trees, and once in a while one floats down, like a pixie, like a drunk, and wobbles.
At night, under the streetlights, a snowflake floats down, red, pink, green, any color.
This also adds a touch of brightness to the monotonous white color during the day, and gives people endless imagination.
Some people say that living in the north in winter is to live in the boring white color and the endless cold.
But I don't think so.
I think white represents clean and pure, and also gives people endless space for imagination, like the fairy tale world is generally beautiful.
Expand One sunny autumn day, our class of three or two went to the orchard to look for autumn.
Coming to the orchard, we took a look, ah, it was beautiful! The pear tree hangs up a golden lantern, the apple reveals its red cheeks, an autumn wind blows, these fruits emit a faint fragrance.
Then we began to pick fruit with the fruit farmers.
Some with a long hook knife hook apples, some straight feet and hands stretched straight to pick apples, there are boys climbed up the tree down still fruit, the girl under the tree to pick up fruit, head little by little like foraging ducklings.
Pick ah pick ah, until the afternoon, the students finally picked a lot of many baskets before taking a break to see them tired and sweaty, but their hearts are very happy.
It was late, the fruit farmers to send a basket of fruit home, they saw the harvest scene, the heart is very happy.
I love the orchard in the fall! The joy of autumn ---- Fishing One day during the Fourth of July holiday, the weather was a little cool, but I got up early because my father and mother were going to take me to experience the joy of autumn --- to go fishing in the countryside.
We took a car for more than an hour.
In the car, I saw that the leaves were yellow, the maple leaves were red, and the earth was like wearing a golden coat, which was extraordinarily beautiful.
Enjoying the view, we finally came to the fish pond.
Wow! I was so surprised that I was about to scream out. Yellow, red and green fallen leaves were floating on the fish pond, almost like umbrellas for small fish.
Start fishing, I hold the rod tightly, so nervous that I do not even dare to blink, but the fish just refused to take the bait.
While I was waiting anxiously for the fish to take the bait, a fragrance of cinnamon came to my nose, gradually soothing my anxious mood.
Immediately, there was a lively carp on the hook.
Then look at my mom and dad, who caught a catfish.
Mom, like me, caught a carp.
On the way home, the sound of falling leaves accompanied my happy mood, and I returned home fully loaded.
The joy of autumn ------ Ying Zhenan In the fall, my greatest joy is to go to the park to paint.
The lawn of the park is covered with a golden ginkgo leaf, which looks like a golden carpet from a distance.
Walking on it makes a wonderful sound like rustling.
Pick the most beautiful place and sit in the distance, it looks like a painting.
The most beautiful plant is of course the chrysanthemum fairy! You see, chrysanthemums have colorful, red as fire, pink like the sunset, white like snow, beautiful! I then painted carefully, my heart full of longing and hope.
The painting was done, I think it is not at all like, but I still still fastidious, put it in the picture book.
Until now, this painting is one of my favorite paintings.
The joy of autumn One autumn afternoon, I went with my little friends to play in the small east mountain near my house.
We climbed up the hill along the path to the orchard, and were dazzled by the red apples, golden pears, yellow oranges, and many other fruits that I couldn't even name.
As if the birds smelled the fragrance of these fruits, they also came to join in.
They chirped, as if to say, "This is a beautiful landscape!" We walked through the orchard, came to the woods, a bright light, wow, yellow ginkgo biloba leaves like a small fan, fan away the summer heat; red maple leaves like a colorful butterfly fluttering in the wind; purple-red, yellowish, snow-white chrysanthemum fairy in the frequent nods to us.
So we could not help but jump, laugh and chase in this wonderland ...... It was late, we had to reluctantly leave Xiaodongshan.
Walking on the way home, I still keep saying: "Today is really happy!" Autumn's happy fall is here, our whole family went on an autumn tour! In the morning, when we were getting dressed for our fall trip, my mother said to me, "Wear a few more clothes, the weather is getting cooler and cooler!" I thought to myself, why should I wear more? I remembered, it's fall now, not hot summer anymore, I have to get more clothes on me, we can't wear the short-sleeved T's of summer.
As a family, we rushed out of the house and drove to the countryside in search of fall.
As I sat in the car, I opened the window and a breeze blew in, which was really cool! I looked out from the car window, a piece of the woods, draped in colorful coat, some leaves stained golden yellow, some leaves stained fire red, some leaves stained soy sauce purple, some leaves stained dark green ...... layers of forests, stacked green and gold, beautiful! Toward this piece of falling red leaves, I suddenly remembered Du Mu's poem: "stop sitting in love with the maple forest evening, frost leaves red than February flowers.
"What a beautiful poem! I also seemed to feel the scenery Du Mu saw at that time.
I looked further ahead and saw some falling leaves of various kinds on the roadside.
I hurriedly asked my dad to stop the car.
We rushed over and picked up a few poplar leaves, birch leaves, and some unknown leaves as leaf specimens.
We searched very carefully, all hoping we had found a leaf that was different from everyone else's and beautiful.
When I found a red leaf that looked like a maple leaf, my dad and mom cheered.
I was so happy too, like I had found a treasure.
We went into a forest, I said to my father: "We two people in 20 minutes to race to catch crickets, to see who caught more crickets even if the win, who caught less even if the loss.
"The game began, I searched for the sound of crickets chirping carefully walked over, gently open the grass, saw several crickets on the grass is singing there.
I pounced on them at once, but they all fled under my hand.
I pounced myself.
I scratched my head for ideas.
I suddenly remembered, just now I was not too violent, before I reached them all scared away? Catch it!" I shouted excitedly.
Mom rushed to bring the empty mineral water bottle, I carefully put the cricket in.
At this point, my mom winked at me and announced loudly, "20 minutes, the game is over!" We both looked at our empty-handed dad and laughed ...... On the way, we passed a few more fields.
Looking far away, the field is a golden color, the heavy wheat ears smile bent waist.
Looking at the golden rice, we all loved it so much that I walked over and picked a few plants.
I saw the field farmers uncle is driving a machine to harvest rice, I think this year is another year of harvest, farmers uncle's heart ...
Primary school third grade essay "XX of the snow" this year's first big snow or I saw the big snow, ...This is the biggest snow since the winter of this year, but also fifteen years not encountered a big snow. Yesterday morning, suddenly from the sky fluttering down snowflakes, the beginning or a little, gradually, only to see a large swath of snowflakes as if spitting flotsam as cotton, from the cloudy sky drifted down. The more the snow falls bigger and bigger, not long ago, the ground is white, the trees are white, the roof is also white. It snowed for a whole day, and this morning I opened the window to see, ah, so big snow ah! As far as I could see, "the mountains are dancing with silver snakes, and the plains are running with wax elephants", and the neighborhood seems to have turned into a fairy tale world full of poetic and picturesque paintings. Asphalt roadside trees, hung with bright silver bars, and those evergreen trees, hung with heavy snowballs, really "suddenly like a spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms" ah! The snow on the road was more than ten centimeters deep, and it made a "creaking" sound when you stepped on it. Naughty children gently shook the branches of the tree, and the snowflakes fell on their heads, causing them to shriek. The sun shone on the mushroom-like pine tree, some snow melted, and the remaining snow seemed like a lovely, lying on the tree of the jade dog - it is also wishing us a happy new year! I don't know when, but there are cute little snowmen piled up in front of the lawn next to the neighborhood building. Some of them holding a broom, like a housewife; some wearing "clothes" with buttons, but also elegantly tied a bow tie, like a gentleman with elegant manners; some ingenuity, piled up a Fuwa Jingjing, simply exquisite; there is a "family of three" family portrait snowman "The family portrait snowman, really lovely! As the saying goes: "snow is a good year", this snow, will certainly bring a good harvest this year!
Third grade essay three hundred words to write snowflake elvesSnowball fight, this lovely snow.
Ah, and then mischievously into the neck, as if playing hide and seek.
And then they hit the windows again and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again! They are landing on people's foreheads, tresses, eyelashes, clothes, making a slight "rustling" sound? People were excited to walk on the thicker snow.
Ah, as if in a flash, the snow spirit for the earth wrapped in silver! Listen, lest we can not find the way home, an old holly tree is like a smile, dressed in full costume Santa Claus, in the lane to welcome us.
Square jumping children's faces are full of happy smiles, and snow elves chasing each other, crunching "sound, leaving a string of footprints behind! They are a piece of a piece of floating down from the sky, like a graceful fairy in mid-air flying, adults also seem to be enchanted.
Look, accompanied by "crunch, is it looking at us sitting in the classroom, but also want to go into the house to get warm, this happy snow, with the children to play, play.
They fell on the holly trees on both sides of the street snowflakes in people's longing, snow, finally came with the whistling north wind ...
300-word essay on writing snowThe snow stopped, the sun shone on the snow, and the children ran out of the house to play snowball fights! Snowflakes are falling from the sky.
For a while, the north wind whistled, and the snowflakes on the tree branches drifted down, and in the light of the setting sun, like a fairy sprinkling flowers, and like a silver butterfly dancing.
Ah, the snowman.
What a big snow, the sky and the earth seem to put on a white coat, how charming this snow scene.
Ah, white snowflakes like willow, like peach blossoms, like goose feathers, fluttering down.
The earth is like a world of pink makeup.
" In the evening, a breeze blew and played happily.
The grown-ups also came out to enjoy the view after the snow.
Also coincidentally said: "Next year is another big harvest winter is here, the snow is again flying in the sky, in the morning, I walked on the road, a cool breeze came...
Essay on snow 3 hundred wordsSnow, ah, is the messenger of winter, it sends away the autumn sister, ushered in the winter girl, so pure ...... I reached out my hand, catch a piece of snow, snow melted, but also like a beautifully crafted badges fall down, the pursuit of not? Then go to steal, and finally died in loneliness, like a grandmother just steamed a cage of fragrant bread on the branches of the tree, and like the winter girl to the big trees around the scarf! White snow drifted down from the sky and the wind blew! It's snowing! All white, pure, not a few years, gradually, not accustomed to anyone around, grow up to adulthood, the heart becomes black, people become greedy, and constantly pursuing, turned into transparent, disappeared in a while, there is snow on the branches of the tree, there is always a feeling of purity! Just like the human heart, just born with a good heart, snow dancing in the air, beautiful, like a silver glittering river flowing down from the top of the mountain.
There were many big trees growing along the road.
It was white, white and flawless! Ah.
Snow, looking down from above, I'll give the forecast! I walked to the top of the mountain! It's the snow that makes the whole world so white.
It traveled between heaven and earth, coming and going, as if to tell us: winter is coming, carefree and free, but also like a big tree changed a white dress.
I strolled alone on the mountain path, the path from the top of the mountain down, the road and a lot of snow, from the sky falling snow.
The snow drifted down from the air, like a mischievous elf sneaking out of the sky, and like the winter girl sprinkled a large pile of white pieces of paper...
Essay on snow (about 300 words)Snow, it's so big! The ground is white, but the snow is still falling, as if the fairy scattered flowers.
Look at the snowflakes, like white clouds, like cotton.
It is so white, so dazzling.
Snow, floating up, look! A piece of white snowflakes, dancing with the wind, swaying, like goose feathers, like willow flakes.
Snow, so beautiful! Crystal light, graceful, like a small star landing on earth, and like a six-petaled plum blossom playing the whirlwind has fallen.
Snow, like clouds so soft, like jade white.
Crystalline transparent snowflakes fluttered in the sky, the streets were sprinkled with snow, and the houses were covered with snow.
The whole earth turned into a silver-white world.
The snow, like a mass of goose feathers, made the main road white and flat.
Look at the trees, covered with layers of white snow, people walk through the snow, leaving a clear footprint behind.
Snow, like a grain of sugar peas, they are fluttering in the air, and are not in a hurry to fall to the ground, as if they can not afford to give up the ice palace where they live! Small snowflakes as light as smoke, jade as clean.
The snowflakes are falling from the sky.
Ah! The snow, they are as clean as jade and as white as silver.
They are the little angels sent from heaven, they are the messengers sent from heaven this is since the beginning of winter, the first snow on the Jiaodong Peninsula.
The snow was falling heavily.
The beginning was accompanied by a little rain, and soon you can see a large snowflake, from the cloudy sky down.
The ground was white for a while.
The mountain village in winter, to the night, all the music is silent, only to hear the snowflakes rustling constantly down, the trees of the dead branch is snow pressure broken, and occasionally creak a sound.
The snow fell all night long.
This morning, the sky cleared and the sun came out.
Push open the door and look, ho! It's a huge snowstorm! The mountains, rivers, trees, houses, all covered with a thick layer of snow, miles and miles of rivers and mountains, turned into a world of powder and jade.
Fell off the leaves of the willow tree is full of furry shiny silver bars; and those winter and summer evergreen pine trees and cypress trees, is full of fluffy heavy snowballs.
A gust of wind blew, the branches of the trees gently swayed, the beautiful silver bars and snowballs fell down, jade-like snow flakes fluttering with the wind, reflecting the morning sun, showing a colorful rainbow.
The snow on the street is more than a foot deep, people step on it, the soles of the feet (16) issued a creaking sound.
A group of children piled up snowmen in the snow, throwing snowballs, the joyful shouts, the snow on the branches of the trees are shocked down.
As the saying goes, "snow is an omen of a good year".
This saying is well grounded in science and is not a superstitious idiom.
Winter snow, can freeze part of the overwintering pests; melted water seepage (18) into the soil / / layer deep, and can supply (19) crops (20) growth needs.
I believe that this very timely snow, will certainly promote the next spring crop, especially wheat harvest.
Experienced farmers compare snow to a "wheat blanket".
Winter "quilt" cover the thicker, tomorrow spring wheat grows the better, so there is such a proverb: "winter wheat cover three layers of quilt, the next year pillow buns sleep.
Speaking of the winter in his hometown, it is impossible not to mention the eye full of snow and ice.
That snow and ice give us a special sense of satisfaction - yes, there is no snow, that can still be called winter? When the snow elves came, they are like feathers flying in the sky, falling on the trees, houses, vegetables, rivers, and more in the heart of every Northeast people: another winter is coming! Less than a meal.
The ground has accumulated a layer.
At this point, the children will scream, rushed out of the house, jumped and ran in the snow, as if this beautiful winter belongs to us children.
When I was a child, I always piled up snowmen with my friends and had snowball fights with them. At that time, my strength was small, and I piled up a pile of snow for a day, but we still played in the snow for a day.
Gradually grew up, sometimes I will sit quietly on the windowsill, silently watching the snow rustling down, watching the snow slowly decorate the mountains and rivers and the earth into silver; sometimes also out of the house, tilted his head to feel the snowflakes fall on the face of the cool feeling, stretching out his hands to go next to the crystalline snowflakes, and watched her slowly melt in my hand.
Hometown snow ah, that is called enough flavor! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do it all in one place.
Take the sauerkraut, get a little fat pork (that lean meat we do not want, fat meat do not eat, just borrow flavor), put a little seasoning, a pot of the northern most characteristic dish is done.
If it was the old days, it was a family sitting around the kang, drinking hot, fragrant sauerkraut soup, that is called comfort.
Now which, if it is in the old home, I think our family in this winter, must be sitting in the warm spring house, eating mom made pickled cabbage soup, looking out the window at the beautiful snow scene, chatting about our favorite topics!
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in a house that was not heated, and I've never seen a woman in a house that was not heated.
I miss my hometown even more, and the winter that makes my soul.
This is the first snowfall on the Jiaodong Peninsula since the beginning of winter.
The snow fell heavily.
The beginning was accompanied by a little rain, and soon you can see a large snowflake, from the cloudy sky down.
The ground was white for a while.
The mountain village in winter, to the night, all the music is silent, only to hear the snowflakes rustling constantly down, the trees of the dead branch is snow pressure broken, and occasionally creak a sound.
The snow fell all night long.
This morning, the sky cleared and the sun came out.
Push open the door and look, ho! It's a huge snowstorm! The mountains, rivers, trees, houses, all covered with a thick layer of snow, miles and miles of rivers and mountains, turned into a world of powder and jade.
Fell off the leaves of the willow tree is full of furry shiny silver bars; and those winter and summer evergreen pine trees and cypress trees, is full of fluffy heavy snowballs.
A gust of wind blew, the branches of the trees gently swayed, the beautiful silver bars and snowballs fell down, jade-like snow flakes fluttering with the wind, reflecting the morning sun, showing a colorful rainbow.
The snow on the street is more than a foot deep, people step on it, the soles of the feet (16) issued a creaking sound.
A group of children piled up snowmen in the snow, throwing snowballs, the joyful shouts, the snow on the branches of the trees are shocked down.
As the saying goes, "snow is an omen of a good year".
This saying is well grounded in science and is not a superstitious idiom.
Winter snow, can freeze part of the overwintering pests; melted ...
Autumn is not as spring as a hundred flowers, fragrant and pleasant; not as summer as so many little creatures singing; not as beautiful as winter.
However, it is the most beautiful in my heart.
Although autumn is not as gorgeous as spring, it has a color that is one of the best in the world - red.
The maple leaves only blush when they meet the fall, and from a distance, they look as red as the sunset, coloring the mountains red.
The wind blew and the maple leaves floated down like red snow.
So that people can come and enjoy it.
Although there are not as many little creatures in the fall as in the summer, the landscape of the fall leaves can be much more beautiful than them.
When the wind blew, the leaves fell with the wind, but also made a sound, as if telling everyone loudly: "Who says there are no butterflies in the fall? Am I not? How about it, it's pretty, right?" Although the fall is not like the winter has white clothes, but its orange clothes are not bad! And it's much warmer than the white clothes in winter.
There are many unique things about fall.
In the fall, plants seem to scramble to the barber store.
One might ask, "What are they doing at the barbershop?" Of course it is to dye their hair, they also want to catch up with the fashion! In the fall, the osmanthus tree on the osmanthus flowers are blooming, so that people from far away can smell the intoxicating fragrance.
In the fall, it will make the farmers very happy, because they worked hard to plant the grain, fruit, etc., are harvested.
Wow, remembering my favorite green orange out of orange, drooling down.
Autumn, is a season that makes me miss, that yard leaves and my thoughts have accumulated a thick stack, but that full of rice, more happy the world in my heart.
Autumn is a wonderful season, everywhere through the fairy tale-like beautiful breath, everywhere floating with the laughter of the tourists, everywhere overflowing with the joy of the harvest season mood, constituting a picture of ideal beauty.
Early fall, fruitful, the whole orchard is overflowing with fragrance.
As far as the eye can see, the sea of colorful fruits can not be seen at all, the farmers in this "vault" through.
Look, red apples like a bunch of rubies; yellow and orange duck pears like a tree of gold; grinning pomegranates like a green on the red treasure bag, which is full of shiny pink diamonds; the richest is considered to be the red date tree, a string of red onyx adorned with branches, which is also inlaid with oval black crystal ....... Heaven and earth, nature is the most generous, they continue to donate - a carload of gold pearls is a thin gift of rice; bags of rubies are sorghum's treasure; a line of gold grain is wheat's pot of gold; corn's "gold bars" happy silly truck drivers; Radish specially created red and white gems made of two treasures; cabbage donated the crisp jadeite white jade ...... wealth rolled in, stranded in the farmers full of joyful smile.
Midsummer is coming, "look off the south flying geese", each hill to do the exhibition - the maple tree to the hair dyed red, hanging out the "magic" signboard to attract the eyeballs; pine trees do not change the old time! style, still with a new green proud of the scene; a string of red not take off the red coat, seems to be afraid of the cold affects its play; chrysanthemums until now to show their true colors, colorful colors, thousands of appearance, one has to sigh; the most formidable are those mountains, they are in the autumn wind, a shake, change the yellow or red shirt, a moment to attract a large number of tourists to come here to play in the mountains, chrysanthemums and maples, picking cornelian cherry!
The serenade of the fall rain pulls as if intoxicated, attracting countless bystanders; hail drum and bugle corps is ready.
Listen, we can already hear the footsteps of their march; see, the ballet of snow and rain has already begun.
The winds of autumn are a prelude to winter, and they blow the final siren call to remind wildlife of winter.
Autumn is marvelous, and sweat and laughter are the most beautiful of the four seasons in the fall's finale
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