Spring is gone with the falling flowers, and summer is wearing a green leaf in the warm wind bouncing along.
The early summer sunlight filtered down from the dense layers of branches and leaves, and the ground was covered with shimmering spots the size of copper coins.
The wind blew with a slight warmth, sending the cuckoo's call at times as it told us, "Spring has returned."
The grass, the reeds and the red, white and purple wildflowers were steamed by a fiery sun high in the sky, and the air was filled with a sweet intoxication.
In early summer, wildflowers of all colors bloomed, red, purple, pink, and yellow, like brilliant specks embroidered on a large green carpet; swarms of bees busied themselves among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying diligently to and fro.
In the height of summer, it was so hot that even the dragonflies only dared to fly close to the shade of the trees, as if they were afraid that the sun would hurt their wings.
There was not a cloud in the air, not a breath of wind, and a blazing sun overhead, and all the trees stood there listlessly and lazily.
In the height of summer in July, there was not a cloud in the tile-blue sky, and the fiery sun scorched the earth; the water in the river was scalding hot, and the earth in the field smoked.
The sun was blazing, and on both sides of the road, the ripe grains were bending over in the heat, heads down. Grasshoppers, as numerous as blades of grass, chirped faintly and noisily in the fields of wheat and rye again, in the fields of wheat and rye, and in the reeds along the banks.
The sun was like a big, big ball of fire, and the light burned, and the highway was scorched by the blazing sun, and there was a trail of white smoke at the step of the foot.
The weather was stiflingly hot, and there was not a breath of wind, as if the air had frozen.
The whole city was like a burnt-out brick kiln, making people breathless. Dogs lay on their backs and spat out their bright red tongues, and the mules and horses had their nostrils flared wide.
The hot umbrella of fire was high in the air, so hot that the fish in the river did not dare to show their faces, and the birds did not dare to fly out of the mountains and forests, and the dogs in the village just stretched out their tongues and panted endlessly.
That day, the sky was so hot that it was crazy. As soon as the sun came out, the ground was already on fire, and some gray gas that looked like clouds and mist floated low in the air, making people feel suffocated.
It was a long drought in the summer, the hot sun baked the old loach in the field are turning white, the village side of the creek, the creek water a few inches lower, those exposed to the water surface of the stone, steeply bigger.
The birds do not know where to hide; grass and trees are downcast, as if dying; 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 support!
The willows on the street were sick, their leaves hung with dust and rolled on the branches, and their branches did not move. The road is glowing white, the vendors are afraid to shout, and the Plexiglas signboards in front of the stores seem to be melting in the sun.
Description of winter paragraphs
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The day is cold, the hall on the finale. Now, moved out, scrubbed clean, replaced with a new pink paper, snow-white paper. On the Finale, seems tight, comfortable, as if life has an additional layer of protection. The family sits idly, the lights are relatable.
The bed is torn down and covered with straw. The first thing you need to do is to get a good sunny day and dry it out on the same day. The tent of summer cloth, drying in the yard, summer is far away. The straw was put in a cloth cover, coarse cloth, as big as a bed. The straw was spread, pleasantly warm
and fragrant with the smell of straw, which gave one a sense of well-being.
But it was still cold, too. Winters in the south are harder than in the north, and fires don't go up in the house. It's cold to take off your cotton clothes at night and get under a cold blanket, and to get up early and put on a cold cotton jacket and pants.
With winter vacation, you can sleep in. It wasn't very difficult to get up after the cotton clothes had been baked on the copper stove. Especially, the cotton shoes were baked hot and it was really comfortable to wear them in.
There were very few people who had coal-burning iron stoves. In general, the heating, just copper stove, foot stove and hand stove. The footstove is brass, with a multi-eyed lid. Inside the burning is coarse chaff. Coarse chaff filled, shoveling a few shovels not burned through the reed fire (where we burn reeds, called "reed wood") of the red ash on top. Coarse chaff led to, a smoke, not a moment, the smoke is over, you can cover the stove cover. Coarse chaff burns slowly and can last for a long time. Old ladies can't live without it. Nothing to do, wipe the cardboard, every old lady has a foot stove under her feet. Foot stove in the coarse chaff is too solid, not enough air, fire gradually, we must use "dial fire board" along the edge of the stove to dig two, the coarse chaff dial loose, the fire will be strong. The foot stove warms people. If the foot is not cold, the whole body is not cold. The smell of burnt chaff is also very good. Imitating Japanese haiku, we can make a poem: "In winter, the fragrance of burnt chaff from the foot stove." The hand stove is smaller than the foot stove, most of them are white copper, and the ones that are more elaborate are made of silver. The lid is not a round hole, mostly hollowed out pine, bamboo and plum blossom patterns. Hand stove has a very small, placed in the charcoal whether (coal research for fine powder, slightly added honey, built into a cake), to paper coal lead. A charcoal stove can last for a day.
The dishes eaten in winter include wuqingcai (green cabbage), frozen tofu, and pickled vegetable soup. The collapsed tree of the green cabbage, flat against the ground, Jiangnan called "collapse bitter vegetables", this vegetable taste slightly bitter. My grandmother had a small plot of land in her backyard, where she planted wuqingcai, and after frost, the edge of the leaves became purplish-red, with a bitter-sweet flavor. When cooked with crab oil, the flavor is hard to beat. "Crab oil" is a large crab boiled and picked meat, plus lard "refined" into a large sea bowl, condensed into a crab jelly, stored for a long time, can be eaten for a winter. After the tofu is frozen, I don't know why it is honeycomb. Thawed, cut into small pieces, and fresh meat, salted meat, beef, seaweed or pickled vegetables with cooking, no good. Frozen tofu is good with chili peppers and green garlic. In the past, we didn't have Chinese cabbage in the north, but only "bok choy". Cabbage is shipped from Shandong, called "yellow sprouts", very expensive. The "green cabbage" looks like oilseed rape and large, two feet high, is available all year round, the family eat vegetables. Salted cabbage is pickled with bok choy. When it snows on a cloudy day, you drink pickle soup.
Winter games: shuttlecock, catching pennies, under the "free". "Free" is on a square piece of white paper, woodblock printed spiral double road, between the two printed eight immortals, horses, rabbits, carp, shrimp ......; each of which are two, staggered, not in order. When playing, each holding a coin or chess piece for the penny, roll the dice, if the dice is five points, from the "starting horse" at the beginning of the count, five steps forward, is a rabbit, you can look for another rabbit in the inner circle to the penny bet on it. The next round starts, count from the rabbit in the inner circle, if it is a six, go forward six steps, maybe it is an iron crutch, then look for another iron crutch, and bet on that one. If you count to the inner circle of what figure, then go to the outer circle to find, back. If the number of points is enough, and the penny can enter the end point (the end point is a palace-style house, I do not know whether it is the Moon Palace or the Dragon Gate), then it is considered to be the winner. The next to enter the "second family" and "third family". "You can play with two people, or three or four. I don't know why it's called a "free-for-all".
When I woke up in the morning and opened my eyes, the windowpane was shining brightly and it was snowing! On snowy days, we go to the back garden to fold the plum blossoms and geranium fruit. Bright yellow waxberry, bright red geranium fruit, white snow, business. Waxed plum bloomed a long time, geranium fruit is particularly durable, inserted in the gallon jar, can withstand half a month.
Pounding flour. There is a neighbor who has a pestle. This pestle is usually not used by many people, only in winter by the neighborhood of one or two dozen families take turns to borrow. The pestle house was very small, and besides the pestle, there were only some sieves and buckets. It was fun to step on the pestle. With a foot, the mouth of the pestle was lifted up with a creak, and with a bang, it fell into the nest of the pestle. Once the flour is pounded, it can be steamed, made into "New Year's Cake" (glutinous rice flour as the tip, wrapped with bean paste and sugar, as a cake, and cooked in a pot), and rolled into round rice balls (i.e., soup dumplings). Pound the flour, and it's almost New Year's Eve.
Autumn
Autumn rain beats their faces. Piles of dark gray misty clouds pressed low against the earth. It was late fall already, and the forest's endless stands were bare, the old trees standing somberly, letting the brown moss hide the wrinkles on its body. The relentless fall had stripped them of their beautiful garments, and they had to stand there withered and bald.
Autumn came with the sound of falling leaves, and the morning was as fresh as dew. The sky glowed with a soft light, clarified and ethereal, making one want to hear a burst of high-flying larks singing, just as one looks out over the blue sea and thinks of seeing a white sail. Sunset is the wing of time, and as it flies away there is a moment of supreme splendor unfolding. So twilight.
Late autumn bottom clarification of the sky, like an endless calm turquoise sea; strong white light in the air jumping, like the sea surface of the microwave; the foot of the mountain pieces of sorghum swaying at times with the head of the rich spike, as if fluctuating with the red water; and the decline of the yellow leaves to the field with the color of the withered.
What a bright autumn, here, no longer scorched earth and ashes, this is a million mountain winds are wearing a red carpet of exuberance of the 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 flies slowly through the rice fields.
When the harsh westerly wind brushes the sky higher and higher; when the hopeful child looks down on the last of the south-flying geese; when the boundless grass of the vast wilderness is shaken to a yellowish color - when at this time, it is autumn, it is the season of the trees to lose their leaves.
The second half of the night after the fall. The moon has gone down, the sun has not yet risen, and there is only a dark blue sky; everything is asleep except the things that travel by night.
The dusk at the end of autumn always comes quickly, before the water evaporated by the sunlight on the mountain field dissipates． The sun was setting into the western mountains. So the arboreal wind in the valley, with its heavy coolness, drove the white mist to wander down the mountain; and the shadows of the peaks, falling faster on the villages, grew thicker and thicker, and gradually mingled with the night, but soon, again, were candled by the moon to a silvery gray.
The bright moon, which was about to be full, gradually rose high into the sky. A transparent gray cloud, faintly blocking the moonlight, above the field, as if a light smoke, strands off, as if falling into a dream. After the evening clouds drifted by, the smoke on the fields dissipated, and the water-like clear light washed over the soft autumn night.
Autumn night, the sky high dew thick, a crescent moon in the southwest sky quietly hanging. The cool moonlight sprinkled the earth, is so dark, the Milky Way stars but more and more brilliant. Dense boundless sorghum, corn, grain fields, this singing should ring the chirping sound of autumn insects, caddisflies also occasionally add a few accompaniment, blowing the Weng like intermittent blowing cold cigars. Willow tree in the roadside quietly drooping branches, shade cover the winding weeds of the path.
...... moon came up, but then let the clouds cover half of it, the old far away hiding in the cracks of the trees, like a country girl, shy. Once upon a time, people said: "a thousand calls come out, but holding a pipa half cover face". It's a bit true! The clouds are getting thicker and thicker, so let him go, I don't want to bother. But I think, if it is an autumn night, a little west wind is good. Although it is not a real pine tree, but the surging "wave" sound should be heard.
The west wind is naturally not coming. The first thing we did was to light two or three sticks of wax in the middle of the hall, and the first thing we did was to light a few sticks of wax in the middle of the hall. The flames were so timid that the big roof pressed down on them and they couldn't breathe. When we looked at each other through the candlelight, it was as if we were covered in a layer of smoke. Outside, the sky was dark, like the sea. Only the sound of a few dogs barking in the distance taught us that we were still on earth.
The azure blue sky. In the late fall, spotless, crystal clear. Duo Xiaoyun reflected in the clear Jialing River; fish-scale microwaves, turquoise river water, adding the color of floating clouds, exceptionally gorgeous.
The cool and clear autumn night, bright and reddish Mars in the starry sky for us to add a lot of luster and interest. Lately, Mars has been rising from the southeastern horizon every night after eight o'clock. It is brighter than any of the stars in the nearby sky and is easy to find no matter where you are.
The falling leaves in the north render a picture of how sad it is! The leaves are tinted a golden yellow, or even vermilion and blue ochre. 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, cast in iron, stood the bare sparse trunks and branches of the trees, piercing the distant blue sky and light clouds.
The fruit trees of the north, in the fall, are also a spectacle. The first is the jujube tree; in the corner of the house, on the wall, on the side of the hut, in front of the stove, it grows up one by one. Like olive and pigeon egg like this jujube balls, in the middle of small oval fine leaves, showing light green and yellow color, is the full bloom of the autumn; and so the jujube tree leaves fall, jujube red finish, the northwest wind is going to be up.
The acacia tree in the north is also a kind of embellishment that reminds people of autumn. Like a flower but not the flower of that kind of falling stamens, in the morning, will be spread all over the ground. Feet on it, the sound is not, the smell is not, can only feel a little bit of very fine very soft touch.
Autumn cicada's weak sound of the remnants, but also a specialty of the North; because of the Beiping everywhere all the trees, the house is low, so no matter where, you can hear their cries. In the south is not to go to the countryside or mountains to hear. The hissing of the autumn cicadas, like the crickets and rats in Beiping, is like a household insect that every family keeps at home.
Description of spring fragment essay
Spring Morning Flawed Thoughts
Early in the morning, pull open the curtains, push open the window. The breeze blew, and a fresh, fragrant, light earthy scent greeted me.
Spring came so fast, quietly and unconsciously, the grass is green, the branches sprouted, all over the wildflowers, rapeseed flowers bloomed brilliantly and colorful, everything bathed in the dawn of the spring morning, shaking and swinging in the spring breeze, as if the young girl's light song and dance, Chu Chu moving.
Creatures wake up in the spring morning, displaying the precious, tantalizing life.
Spring morning dyes the hope in the heart and inspires the passion of life.
Spring is bright and beautiful
The natural world is so beautiful at this moment: everywhere radiating bright sunshine, everywhere flaunting colorful colors, everywhere flying with pleasant birdsong and insects singing, and everywhere wafting the intoxicating aroma. It's a world of green and a sea of flowers.
There are crowds of picnickers everywhere, with the loving satisfaction of the elderly, the joyful openness of lovers, and the innocent smiles of children.
It suddenly dawned on me that the reason why spring is so beautiful is that it makes people's moods bloom at this moment.
Spring rain
Spring rain and spring thunder, with the spring wind, pattering.
Spring rain like silk, like fog, like smoke, like tide. Through the wisps of silk, everything in the world is like a faint, misty painting, hidden and hidden.
I like the spring rain, not only like it in exchange for the rain after the spring bamboo shoots, but also like is: step into this light blue smoke and rain, in this rainy season, you for me to hold out a piece of the world without rain.
Spring
Spring is lively, spring is frenzied, spring is the gesture of growth, spring is young and exuberant.
Spring is everywhere the shadow of people's hard work, people with their own hands sowing their firm beliefs and everlasting hope, sowing the true love and selfless love.
Without spring, there is a lot of color in the sky. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it.
Spring night contemplation
Spring night, light moon, gracefully. The wind whips across your cheeks and sweeps up your hair.
The moonlight is as calm and soft as water.
My heart is like the moonlight, calm and soft.
Don't dare to deliberately pursue anything, just hope that all good beginnings have a good ending, as this spring night long long far away.
Sentences describing spring 2
1) Spring is here! Look, the melting ice water has woken up the brook. "Dingdong, dingdong," it is like nature's magical singer, singing a clear and pleasant song and running forward ......
2) The willows stretch out their branches of yellow-green and tender leaves, and gently flick in the slight spring breeze, like a group of green-suited The willow trees are like a group of fairies in green dresses dancing. The peach tree in the middle of the willow tree also bloomed brightly colored flowers, green willow, red flowers, really beautiful!
3) In spring, the red kapok, the pink peony, and the white moonflower are in full bloom. Some of them are full of buds, some of them are in bud, and some of them are in full bloom. A burst of refreshing fragrance of flowers attracted many small bees, buzzing song and dance.
4)The buds of the cedar tree branches have been quite fat, tender, reflecting the sky glittering, do you think spring will be far away?
5) Even if you stay open in the water dainty daffodils, do not forget the lonely corners of the valley, the wild lilies also have spring ......
Description of spring essay (1)
Grandfather winter color sent away the earth's cold, the spring girl stepped on the ground with a light footsteps. The scenery of spring is very beautiful, just like a vivid painting.
Spring sunshine is extraordinarily bright, the spring girl unfolded a smiling face, the sun, red beams of light shot over, that gently caress you, like a young mother's hand.
With the spring girl's brisk pace, green grass, breaking out of the ground, sneaking out of the soil, tender, green. In the park, you can see some of these tenacious grasses everywhere.
In this warm season, in the woods, many trees are full of brightly colored flowers; everyone refuses to give up, red, yellow, white, purple, all kinds of flowers are really like a big beautiful flower bed. Many butterflies and bees smelled the fragrance of the flowers, and they all flew in unison to collect honey, flying around in mid-air.
In the woods, many little birds were flying freely and joyfully, and when they were happy, they sang clear and pleasant tunes. The warm spring light blew the little river, and the river was suddenly moved by a pleasant, melodious flute, and when they looked around, a group of naughty little children were making willow flutes with the stems of the weeping willows! They blew out the happiness and joy in their hearts.
Spring rain is soft, only to be seen bouncing on the bamboo branches and leaves. That rain sometimes slides down in a straight line, sometimes sprinkles with the wind, leaving behind a silhouette like smoke, mist, veil and silk, and the splashing rain seems to be the notes beating on the piano shaft, playing a beautiful melody.
The sky, how is colorful, dazzling? Ah, the original children in the kite-proof ah. In the light of the blue sky and white clouds, a variety of kites in the free fluttering, soaring, what a refreshing scene ah!
Ah, everything in spring is so vibrant.
Ah, spring is so beautiful! Let's feel the beauty of nature with our hearts.
Description of Spring Essay(2)
Spring is a season of life, and a season of beauty, magic and hope.
Spring is here, and all kinds of gorgeous flowers are open, all so gorgeous and colorful. In the fields, the oil crops planted by the farmers' uncle--rape flowers also bloomed. The golden rapeseed flowers have become the world of butterflies, and the beautiful butterflies are dancing softly and gracefully on the golden stage. They fly in the air for a while, and stay quietly on the rape flowers for a while. It is this that adds a lot of fun to the spring as well. The beauty of rapeseed flowers also attracts a lot of "working people" - bees, who always work day and night to pollinate rapeseed flowers. Occasionally a breeze blew, the golden rapeseed flowers immediately rose up in high and low "golden waves". It's a beautiful sight to see from afar!
Spring is the season that people are looking forward to, and people always make their own plans in this season. As the saying goes, "A year's plan lies in spring, a day's plan lies in the morning." It is telling us: a year's desire should be planned in the spring, the heaviest time of the day is the morning, in the spring, people start to plow the fields and plant rice seedlings, plant trees and other such farm work. Migratory birds have also moved from the south to the north to applaud the farmers working in the fields. Some of the birds stand in the high trees, some simply in the field, and some stand in the "pentatonic". It is this that makes the farmers in the fields feel happy, and everything is lively.
In the spring, the animals also woke up from their slumber. Grasses begin to sprout, and the earth is full of color. At a glance, there is a green scene everywhere, just like a watercolor painting.
Description of spring essay (3)
The depressed and monotonous winter is always looking forward to spring. Looking forward to her grass grows and warblers fly, silk tapestry whisk embankment, looking forward to her thousands of trees and flowers, blue ripples (yi), looking forward to her orchids and crocuses, moist as a crispy; looking forward to her spring garden, falling red as rain.
Now, spring has arrived. Spring is the most beautiful season of the year, people throughout the ages have used almost all the beautiful words and poems to describe and praise spring. Spring brings life and hope.
Spring, warm people's hearts, "wet clothes want to wet apricot rain, blowing face not cold willow wind."
Spring, fleeting, "the forest flowers thanked the spring red, too hasty." That's why it's so important to fold the flowers, and not wait for them to fall."
Spring, refreshingly cool and moist, "the sky street drizzle moist as crispy, grass color distant look near but no."