Fan Wenyi:
In sunny spring, the trees grow green branches and leaves, and the branches are full of pink flowers, which are delicate and charming and very beautiful. The mountains in the distance, the fields nearby, the blue sky and the new green and pink flowers on the earth are full of vitality and filled with the unique breath of spring.
These two rabbits are the owners of this land. They are very happy to see their carefully planted seeds. The seeds have been drilled out of the ground, and green buds have grown, full and strong. Rabbits imagine the autumn harvest hopefully, and you are talking about it all the time.
Hot and humid summer is the season of rapid growth of plants. Two little rabbits are busy. They come to the fields to fertilize, sow, loosen the soil, remove insects and weed, and often "sweat". They work hard, but full of energy.
In autumn, the green of the earth is no longer as green as in spring, and it begins to turn from green to yellow. Some of them have been released by the autumn wind and started their new journey. In the crisp autumn, the geese form a "human" shape and fly to the south.
No pains, no gains. The flowers on the tree turned into fruits, red, with drooping branches, showing the joy of harvest. Look, the melons in the field are round and alive, scrambling to report to their owners-how much nutrition the two rabbits have absorbed and how delicious they are.
Fan Wener:
The spring of life is the flower season. The flowers in our garden are in full bloom and full of vitality. The spring of life is full of storms. But now I remember that night, that storm, and I wonder how many flowers were broken. They are still too fragile and need careful care.
But too much water also prevents us from taking root deeply and floating lightly on the ground. We need the care of gardeners and nutrients to grow up healthily.
The summer of life is hot. Just like being illuminated by the sun, a fire, blazing passion, rises in Ran Ran's heart. In the summer of life, there are many thunderstorms, too many thunder and lightning, too many storms, which make us full of holes and frustrated. The anguish in our hearts is beyond words, but we never lose heart.
The autumn of life is the season of harvest. Career, love and family, it can be described as fruitful, fruitful, and our various feelings have reached the peak.
The autumn of life is a gorgeous presentation and the beginning of withering. Years are like flying knives, knives and knives make people old, our youth is gone forever, our hearts are getting haggard, and an unavoidable sadness gradually emerges in our hearts.
The winter of life is sacred. I have no distractions, and I am not surprised, watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court; Going or staying is unintentional, and it is easy to follow the clouds. My heart is quiet and serene, thinking nothing, waiting for the harvest of death. Although the heart is willing but unable, I am old and ambitious, striving to see the sun and add luster to everything.
Life is like four seasons, we all have to experience it, with the same result and different process. I wish I could live as beautiful as summer flowers and die as beautiful as autumn leaves.
Fan Wensan:
In the spring of March, everything is revived, and flowers are blooming, decorating this beautiful world. Spring, against the backdrop of flowers, is slightly gorgeous.
In autumn and September, leaves fall and mature fruits blown by autumn wind hang on the branches. Autumn, due to the arrival of fruit, a little harvest.
Every season has its own scenery, and different stages of life have different feelings about life.
Chunhua, the beginning of hope, people are a little immature and grandiose, pursuing a life of fame and fortune, longing for life like this beautiful spring, full of flowers everywhere, everyone envies. As for study, in the spring of my thirties, I long for life to be full of beautiful scenery everywhere.
In fact, the accumulation of success, in the face of accidental but inevitable harvest, flattered. There are always miracles in life. When we accepted the disillusionment of hope and the baptism of adults, thinking that the rest of our lives was to repeat the life of mechanical life before, God made us realize the true meaning of life.
Forty is not confused, fifty knows destiny, sixty is sixty, and seventy is ancient. In autumn, Xiao kills loneliness, but it is also fruitful.