Spring has come on tiptoe, but the city is still sleeping in the cold. Only that touch, clusters of weak but vibrant green are still awake. They are spiritual, burying the whole winter in a desolate corner of the city and listening to the footsteps of spring in the lonely silvery white. "Spring is coming!" The first grass closest to spring cheered. In the rocks, beside the stream, on the treetops, drill out a touch of chopped green onion and a touch of density. Then, it will be colorful.
The hot sun is in the sky, and summer comes quietly. In the eyeful of green, they quietly hide behind colorful flowers. They disdain to compete with flowers, and these proud greens have their own unique charm! Under the scorching sun, they straightened their backs and raised their bright faces. Face the sun naked. They are also pure, enthusiastic and forbearing, always hiding behind flowers carefully, silently showing their vitality and enthusiasm.
For those flowers that are mottled like rainbows but perishable, they will lose their costumes, leaving only the thoughts of autumn, Jin Ju and green leaves. In order to welcome the grand ball of the autumn harvest, they also put on the green fur that has been deposited for two seasons and put on the gorgeous golden evening dress. Under the soft spotlight light of the natural stage, it is very beautiful. But they are also tired and their faces are getting haggard.
After the Chinese banquet was dressed up, it was a long winter with a cold wind. They hid, buried deep under the snow and slept peacefully.