The spring of 1 brushed away the frost marks in winter, leaving the vitality of everything;
In summer, it takes away the vitality of spring and blooms simple and elegant flowers;
In autumn, pick summer flowers and blow down comfortable and quiet maple flowers;
In winter, pick up the elegance of autumn and float down noble and charming elves.
Go to the floating window, kneel on it and open the window that has been closed for a winter. The vast snow has already been blown away by this warm and gentle spring breeze, blowing away the snow that bends the branches and making them bloom with fresh green buds; Blow away the snow pressed on the soil and let the delicate spring grass come out of this fragrant soil; Blow away the snow on the flowers, make them straighten up and draw some beautiful pictures for spring. I reached out and tried to catch the warm breeze. "I caught it, I caught it." Hold your hand tightly, don't let this "spring breeze" leave, put it on your chest, and that little warmth broke into my heart.
Sit on the boat and paddle through a piece of green algae to the middle of the pond. The pink lotus is in full bloom, and the blue lotus leaves in this water make the flowers more elegant; The lively carp in this water makes the flowers sway from side to side, making them more full of vitality; The clear lake makes the flowers cleaner. Even if they come out of the river mud, your clean temperament will not be polluted at all. "Out of the mud without dyeing, clear without demon" describes this situation! I lay on the boat, covered my head with a straw hat next to me, and felt very sleepy. The wind is rippling on the water and in my heart!
Barefoot, run across the harvest fields, step through the golden wheat forest, and come to Fenglin. The endless forest is full of fire. Stopped under an old maple tree, a gust of wind blew, and the maple leaf floated over my head and fell into my fingertips. Look! What a beautiful maple leaf, sandwiched in my favorite book, leaving a fiery autumn color. Stepping on the fiery maple leaf, with the sound of "sand-sand-",although I left the maple forest, my heart stayed there.
Looking out the window, I gasped on the glass, leaving a piece of Zhang Ruo with white gauze looming, as if to cover this charming snow scene and prevent the world from enjoying this stunning beauty at will. Lift the veil covering the beautiful scenery of the prosperous times with your hands, and look around, it is a beautiful scenery that cannot be described in words: it is white and flawless, but there are always some completely different colors on the snow; Call it quiet and safe, but I don't know where there are sweet birds singing; Let's just say that it is lifeless, but it has brought vitality because of the falling snow. May the snow be caught and stay on earth forever.
The last breeze of spring has passed; The last lotus flower in summer has withered; The last maple leaf in autumn has fallen; The last side of winter has been melted by snow. But what does it matter? The youth of the four seasons has long been in my heart.
Spring is a lovely little girl. The river thawed and the flowers rushed to open. There are peach blossoms, Chinese rose flowers, five-color camellia flowers and winter jasmine flowers ... Willow trees have green leaves, geese fly back from the south, birds sing in the branches, frogs jump out of the soil and jump into the river to clean their own soil. Many animals have also come out. Spring is a season full of hope.
Summer is a naughty little doll. The burning sun hung in the sky, as if to bake the earth into mature eggs. The little flower lowered its head and the little tree bent, as if to say, "I'm so thirsty!" So thirsty! " In the evening, people chat in the shade, enjoy the cool ... tell old stories and look forward to the harvest in autumn.
Autumn is a kind grandmother. She diligently sent the young leaves to the embrace of Mother Earth, and then presented countless fruits, including peaches, apricots and fragrant pears ... The rice planted by the farmer's uncle is like a golden ocean ... Autumn is the harvest season.
Winter is a white-haired grandfather, and the snow is always falling quietly. After the snow stopped, the whole world was wrapped in silver, which was particularly enchanting. People come out of the house to walk in the snow, and children make snowmen and have snowball fights in the snow. The shouts of joy seemed to shake the snow off the branches.
In the sky, it keeps raining. Hit the leaves, leaving crystal drops, hit the green land, quietly hit the pond, and ripple.
Rain is the most common, especially in spring and summer. In spring, the rain falls quietly and gently. With the soft spring breeze, it brings people the message of spring. Grass from all over the mountains and plains emerged from the soil together, sprouting fresh buds. In the fields, people work hard, which is their best reward for the spring rain.
In summer, the rain is sudden. One second it was clear in Wan Li, and the next, there was a flash of silver light in the sky, followed by rumbling thunder. This is the prelude to the storm. Look, the bean-sized raindrops flew down and hit the roof with a loud noise. The sewer in front of the house was dented and splashed with water. The crops were also defeated by this powerful rain, and they bent down and nodded one by one. However, this downpour seems to be playing with people. Put away your clothes, cover with peanuts and corn, and the heavy rain disappears without a trace.
In autumn, rain is cool. The fruit trees on the mountain are still green tonight. After an autumn rain, the mountains were covered with bright red oranges and wild fruits. The fragrance of melons and fruits is the most attractive. As soon as the rain stopped, children and farmers were attracted. Regardless of the water droplets on the leaves, I just want to pick the freshest fruit and taste it. After the rain, the rice in the field suddenly changed into a golden dress and danced in the clear sky.
In spring, summer and autumn, the rain is so fresh and moist. However, who has paid attention to the winter rain? Yes, it seldom rains in winter, and sometimes it even rains a little. Winter rain, without the warmth of spring, without the strength of summer, without the coolness of autumn, just falls with light snow. Ice is cold, exciting and comfortable.
"Moisturize things silently." All the year round, the rain is always so wet and fresh. The earth sleeps with it and wakes up with it.
My hometown has four beautiful seasons, green hills, blue sky, clear water, Xiu Xiu grass and delicate flowers.
In spring, pines and cypresses compete with each other, and a hundred flowers blossom, a little red and green, making my hometown more elegant. On that lovely spring morning, I often went with Xiaojun and Weiwei to pick flowers in the wild grass not far from home, and the rich fragrance attracted countless hardworking bees; The delicate petals attracted swarms of butterflies to dance around her. The morning breeze greeted us gently, and we picked flowers and laughed. Laughter awakened the sleeping sun, which blushed and exposed its head, and covered the earth with golden gauze. We hummed, sat on the carpet-like grass, strung the flowers and made a wreath. We chased and played with garlands. It is strange that this flower has been played by us for a long time, but it is not tired at all-maybe this is its unique style!
Look! Soon after the spring leaves, the sun takes off her soft coat and shoots a burning flame. In this hot summer, playing with water is of course our best game. However, sometimes I like to go to the mountains with my sister. Sometimes I invite Xiaojun and Weiwei to my home's "natural gazebo"-doing their homework in the shade. Whenever we finish our homework, we talk about everything, fantasizing about the future and the attractive primary school life from time to time.
Off the unrestrained summer, ushered in a quiet autumn. "The lamp is a small fan that flies at fireflies, and the silver candle is cold. The day and night are as cool as water, and you can sit and watch the morning glory and Vega. " The poet described autumn as full of sadness, but I don't think so.
Of course, there is autumn rain. Under the gray sky, the rustling west wind swayed the willows ... The silent autumn suddenly became noisy. Autumn rain has come, and the sunset is dripping at the window. A whizzing cool breeze seeped into the heart and spleen, dispelling the heat and troubles that had been stagnant for a whole summer. The faint osmanthus fragrance overflowed, overflowing people's hearts and lungs …
In 1 1 month, the winter wind in Qinghai is very strong, and there is much snow in winter, which is particularly beautiful. One night, Qinghai covered with snow showed its unique beauty. After the snow, children make snowmen and have snowball fights together, leaving cheerful laughter in the snow; When the snow melts, the shining scenery is more charming under the sunlight.
Ah, the four seasons in my hometown are really attractive.
There is a warm wind blowing head-on, soft and warm, which is the spring wind. Spring breeze is like a naughty and friendly girl. She is really naughty. She blows the children's beautiful little flower hats around for a while, and then brings some sand into your eyes. When you were not careful, she took your red scarf and greeted you with a smile. Said it was friendly, and Fiona Fang knew it. This is not only a cool breeze for the farmer's uncle who has been busy for a day, but also actively stroking the seedlings to make them grow stronger and better! The wind will also blow up the newly washed clothes and make them dry quickly! Spring breeze, you add vitality and infinite color to this world!
The summer wind is like a selfish and lazy child. Alas, in the scorching sun, Xia Feng, the only savior, went to be the propagandist of the sun. He sucked in enough heat and blew it gently on people's faces. How can such a wind bring us coolness? It will only make people a little more boring. Whenever there is a thunderstorm, it will blow lazily at the urging of Brother Yu and Uncle Lei. She made the grass extremely lush, but the mowers had to take a "big fireball" and trim it hard. She gave cicadas a cheerful cry, but she didn't know how ugly it was! Although I sometimes bring some fruit to make amends, I go my separate ways in the blink of an eye. Oh, the summer wind! When can people have a "cool summer"!
Autumn wind is my favorite. She is a clever and diligent girl. She!
Serve the people all the time every day. She is not as boring as Xia Feng, nor as naughty as the spring breeze. She is as cold as ice and flies carefree every day. Anyone who meets it will feel very cool and relaxed. Autumn wind makes fruit trees bear more delicious fruits than in summer, which makes people feast their mouths. It blew down Ye Er, put the trees to sleep, and made them greener and more lush in the new year! Qiu Feng is also a good doctor.
When the patient breathes her cool air, it will ignite his desire for rebirth to overcome the disease. Ah, beautiful autumn wind, may you continue to refuel!
The winter wind is like a serious grandfather. Although it has reached dusk, it is extremely powerful.
He is colder than ice. He growled from time to time, freezing the river and making it stop flowing happily. He drove the small animals into the house and shouted for them to hibernate. People are also dressed up and afraid to go out. Then, a heavy snow covered the prosperity of the earth. Everything was pushed by Grandpa Dong Feng to sleep for three peak seasons. Winter is silent, and it is also the best time for people to rest. May everything be more lively and lovely in the new year.
The wind has different personalities all year round, and each one shows its magical powers, making the earth colorful.
The scenery of the four seasons is different, and happiness has its own characteristics!
Spring-a natural paradise
The spring breeze awakens the sleeping earth and brings great vitality. The flower argued, "I am the most beautiful!" " ""I am the most beautiful! "Their flowers are colorful, red, yellow, orange, pink, blue and purple ... people's hearts are dyed by this colorful color.
Butterflies are dancing among the flowers, bees are diligently collecting nectar, and birds are singing happily in the branches.
The little tadpole plays a composition game in the river, sometimes it becomes an oversized tadpole, sometimes it becomes a beautiful black pearl necklace.
Summer-the temptation of swimming pool
"plop!" There is also a person who can't resist the temptation of the swimming pool and goes to the swimming pool to enjoy the cool. Look! Someone is patting the ball, someone is surfing, someone is swimming in the game ... their hearts are full of happiness.
Autumn-fruitful
Autumn comes to us with soft steps. Children are enjoying fruits in My Sweetie, including apples, pears and bananas ...! Of course, my favorite is the fragrant and sweet pear. Take a bite, full of juice, full of happiness!
Laughter in winter
"Ha ha ha ....." The children are playing happy games, having snowball fights, making snowmen and drawing pictures in the snow ... Their laughter and laughter make winter no longer cold and become very warm, and even snowflakes are as soft as feather quilts.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, none of them can live without their four naughty dolls. Only by taking turns can they bring us the freshest happiness!
Wonderful comments: After reading Xuan Yin's article, I realized that we live in such a beautiful world. The beauty of spring, the coolness of summer, the richness of autumn and the warmth of winter are all within reach! The author's imagination is rich, and the language is more aesthetic. The division of sections makes the article clearer, but the subtitle is not very symmetrical and beautiful. Look at the teacher's revision!
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I am already a sixth-grade student. In the nine years since I went to kindergarten at the age of two, besides my parents, I have been accompanied by an amiable and respectable teacher. In my mind, the teacher is the messenger of the four seasons. They are the drizzle in spring, nourishing my heart; It was a summer breeze, blowing my face; It is the maple leaves in autumn that ignite my fighting spirit; It was the warm sunshine in winter, shining my dream. I want to sing a song of four seasons for my teacher.
Haruka
The song of spring is a beautiful hymn. Accompanied by the bell of class, the teacher came with light steps. Students, please open your textbooks. Ah, the teacher's words are always so soft, slightly magnetic and soft, which sounds like the sound of nature to me. At this time, the teacher wrote down the title of the text to be learned on the blackboard, and the beautiful chalk words fascinated me. Isn't a teacher just a piece of chalk, writing the most beautiful words on the blackboard of our lives? The teacher said emotionally, we listened attentively, like a spring breeze. Teachers gather a course into an ocean of knowledge, in which we can swim and thrive.
The sound of summer
The voice of summer is a deep bel canto. On weekdays, teachers not only teach and educate people, but also take special care of us in daily life. Is it uncomfortable? The teacher can always find the students who are depressed in class in time, and while asking, she puts her gentle palm on her classmate's forehead with the same concern as her mother. If a classmate is sick and can't go to school, the teacher will always call home to be caring and attentive, so that we can feel another kind of care on the other end of the phone. I remember that when the virus A (H 1N 1) threatened our health at any time, the teacher was the first to come to the classroom every day, standing at the door of the classroom, carefully checking and accepting each student's temperature test table, touching each student's small forehead to make sure it was clear. Teachers care little by little, weaving the bond of love, so that our little guys are full of attachment and trust.
Happy autumn
The joy of autumn is a high-spirited movement. I remember one mid-term exam, I never scored below 90 in math, but I only got 89. My parents were furious, and I was wronged and depressed, so I couldn't concentrate in class. Teacher Liang, who teaches mathematics, called me to the office to help me analyze the reasons for losing points one by one and teach me to understand my parents' good intentions. I listened patiently and felt that the teacher understood my heart so well. Her encouragement and teaching helped me regain my confidence and inspired my self-motivation. The teacher really seems to be a master key, which opens our hearts and allows us to face difficulties bravely.
Winter songs
Winter song is a harmonious tune. When my mother found out through my account that some students in our class were addicted to playing online games every day and were distracted by their studies, she promptly reflected this problem to the class teacher. I am very upset at the thought that my mother's secret report will bring a cold current to our class. Unexpectedly, to my surprise, the teacher did not forbid it rudely, but creatively opened up a simulation farm on the blackboard behind our classroom, worked out the rules of the game with the students, and combined rewards and punishments with games in learning, which was very popular with the students. The cold current turned into a warm sun, and the teacher protected our curiosity and freshness, which really made me admire.
My teacher is the messenger of the four seasons. In spring, summer, autumn and winter, with their hard sweat and wisdom, they wrote touching melodies, cultivated our sentiments and cast our souls. Dear teachers, thank you! If, I can become a pupil again.
Bachun, a hopeful name. In spring, everything revives, grass sprouts, and children grow up by one year. In the park, a hundred flowers blossom, birds contend, and flowers blossom, red, white and pink. If you don't let me, I won't let you all blossom. The children are playing in the park. The spring rain is falling slowly, the earth is becoming more vibrant, and the grass and flowers are becoming more colorful.
In summer, a lively scenery. When cicadas sing in the trees, people enjoy the cool under the big trees. It's sunny and rainy in summer, like a naughty child.
Autumn is a harvest season. In the orchard, there are very good smells, such as pears, pineapples, apples and oranges, and many sweet smells. Autumn rain, there is a box of pigments, it gives yellow to ginkgo trees, yellow leaves are like handfuls of small fans, it gives gold to fields, fields become golden oceans, chrysanthemums get more colors, purple, yellow, white ... beautiful chrysanthemums shake in autumn.
Winter, a quiet season. In winter, the biting cold wind rolled the goose feather and heavy snow, and the earth became a silvery white world, with thousands of trees as if full of pear blossoms; Pieces of wheat fields are like silver quilts. How magnificent the magnificent mountains and rivers are when you look at them. Snow is like silver beads, like raindrops, like willow flowers. It hangs a white sky for us. Looking up through the sparse snow curtain, the tall buildings in the distance seem to be in the fog, just like in the clouds, which looks particularly beautiful!
The scenery of the four seasons is really beautiful!
I am an old tree, and I am standing in the yard of a family. There are some grass and small trees around me to accompany me. Chatting with them every day, the breeze also brings a visit.
Spring has come, and everything is awakened by thunder and full of vitality. I was dozing off when my father-in-law Lei and my mother-in-law woke me up in a thick voice. I stretched myself, and Grandma Yu stroked my face with gentle fingers, as if giving me a bath. Grandma Yu is gone, and I am refreshed and brand-new. The naughty boy is alive and kicking, stepping on puddles everywhere, and his face is full of happy smiles. Water splashed everywhere, and crystal dew was sprinkled on the grass beside. I think he must be enjoying the cool dew splashed on him.
Xiaocao's younger brother emerged from the hard soil and poked out his little green head. Wave to me with a smile, show white teeth, and jump around in the wind as if to get rid of the bondage of the soil and dance freely in the wind.
Slowly, the weather became hot, and Uncle Sun was emitting blazing sunshine. The sun shines on me and makes me sweat. The wind was also infected by the heat of the sun, blowing on me, making my already angry heart more restless. The master's puppy is also sweating with heat, shaking his head impatiently and running around looking for a cool breeze. I kept spitting and hanging my head. Run to my shade.
People are impatient with the heat. Every afternoon, a table will be placed under the shade, and some melon seeds and peanuts planted by the owner will be placed on the table. The family will sit in the chair and talk about the latest interesting things, with fans in their hands and melon seeds and peanuts in their mouths. Although it is hot in summer, it looks very leisurely. At this time, the sun shines on me, but it is not hot at all.
The green leaves were quietly covered with a golden coat by the autumn girl, indicating that the yellow leaves are about to be turned into spring mud. Some red leaves can't wait to participate in this short and meaningful ceremony. Everyone said goodbye to me one by one, waved, slowly separated from me, danced gracefully in the air and walked towards the soil. I waved my thick arms and reluctantly said goodbye to them. The host has a bumper harvest and often walks past me with rich fruits and fresh vegetables. The smell is like a bug getting into my nose and mouth. The master's face is always full of joy of harvest.
The earth put on new white clothes, my branches were bare, and the cold wind cut my face like a knife. Fortunately, my kind host put on a cotton-padded jacket to protect me from the wind and rain. My bare branches trembled in the cold wind and yawned from time to time.
I gradually fell asleep in the cold …