Favorite season composition

Autumn is my favorite season. It is not as hot as summer and not as cold as winter. Below are my favorite seasonal compositions that I have collected and compiled. I hope they will be helpful to you! Chapter 1: My favorite season

If you ask me: "Which season is your favorite?" I will say without hesitation: "I like the scorching summer the best."

Although summer is very hot, sometimes heavy rain will suddenly come in front of you, just like taking a cold shower. Sometimes, when you exercise in the morning, you may suddenly become wet, just like magic.

I remember one time in the summer, my mother took me to the Wetland Park to see lotus flowers. As soon as I saw those graceful lotus flowers, I thought of a few poems describing lotus flowers, "The lotus leaves are five inches tall and the lotus flowers are delicate. The wave does not hinder the movement of the painted boat. When the wind comes in April and May, it can also cover the waist of the beauty. "I feel that these poems are the best ones to praise the lotus.

Another time, all the teachers and students of Happy Composition were on their way to Haotang. There were also many graceful lotus flowers in the pond there. Those lotus flowers that have clear ripples but are not demonic, straight in the middle and straight in the outside, neither creeping nor branching, fragrant and clear from afar, neatly planted in the pavilions, can be seen from a distance but not played with, will always be my favorite lotus.

I like the spring when the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the autumn when the fruits are abundant, and the snowy winter, but I prefer the scorching sun in the summer. Chapter 2: My favorite season

I want to pick a green leaf/weave your flying catkins/want to collect a handful of warm sunshine/embellished your elegant hair/want to retain a few raindrops/amplify your intoxication Smile/And you, my favorite season - spring/comes gently...

——Send spring

Looking forward to, looking forward to, the sleeping earth is filled with vitality Spring is awakening, birds are singing, flowers are fragrant, catkins are flying, and the grass is blurry, all in the charm of spring.

In the spring day, flowers, plants, trees and everything wake up together. Look, the leaf buds on the branches have broken through the buds, and their heads are poked out, pointed and thin; admire, the pink peach blossoms are lightly applied with powder, as crystal clear as jade, as graceful as smiles, one branch, Clusters. Love spring and spring plants.

The spring water is flowing, the breeze is gentle and the drizzle is continuous. The warm spring breeze blew through the willows, swept over the clear waves, and was mixed with misty drizzle. The rain, rustling, and wind were whistling. It brushes away the dullness of the winter, cleanses away all the filth, opens up a pool of joy, and weaves together the memories of a season. I love spring, the wind and rain in spring.

In the long spring, the yellow hair hangs down in colorful colors. After a silent winter, everyone has regained their vitality. Children are jumping and playing on the grass, students are writing hard in the classroom, young people are working hard in factories, and farmers are working hard in the fields, enjoying the infinite spring. , feeling the joy of spring. I love spring, and I love the vitality of spring even more.

Spring is as beautiful as a poem, as sweet as a dream, as fragrant as wine. It is another year of spring with green willows and silky sentiments floating on the spring pavilion! Chapter 3: My favorite season

My favorite season is summer.

Summer is finally here, but the summers of the past few years are a little different from the past. In the past, people who got very hot in May wanted to go to the North Pole, but this year, the heat is now unbearable. Before, I had to wear a long coat. But no matter what, summer is still here.

Summer is about to be hot. There are also benefits to heat, how passionate and unrestrained. Although there are few pedestrians on the road, the cicadas keep chirping and the puppies stick out their tongues and pant, everything is full of energy.

But there are times when summer is unbearable. If it is too hot, no one wants to go out; they can only stay at home. Like me, I will turn on the air conditioner, eat ice cream, and lean on the sofa. Watching TV, it was really comfortable at that time. It can even be described in one word - cool! After going out for summer activities, it is really a pleasure to go home and take a quick bath. Whenever during the summer vacation, I would go out with my grandparents to enjoy the cool air. My grandma would hold a bamboo fan and look up at the stars, talking and laughing, while listening to the sweet sounds of the grasshopper. It was now tortured and hot during the day, but it still gave us some miserly breeze, but it was very comfortable.

Summer is like this, associated with heat. I don’t care if it’s hot or not, as long as I’m comfortable - no matter how much I complain, summer won’t change his enthusiasm.

It feels like summer vacation has arrived. Eating popsicles and doing homework in the air-conditioned room is how summer should be spent. However, there is still one week left... Just hold on a little longer. After the exams are over, the real summer vacation will begin. My favorite summer brings me a comfortable summer vacation...

My favorite summer. Chapter 4: My favorite season

If spring is warm, autumn is gorgeous, and winter is pure, then summer is beautiful; if spring is the revival of all things, autumn is fruitful , the winter is white with snow, and the summer is colorful.

Among the four seasons, summer is my favorite because it is beautiful!

In summer, the hottest thing is the sun. The golden sunshine is densely woven diagonally, seeming to wrap the earth with a layer of golden gauze; looking at the sun through the leaves, it seems like a camera—— The eyes also lost focus. The cicada seemed to be afraid of the sun, so she found a shady place and started humming the music of summer. People under the shade of the trees waved their fans, as if they wanted to compete with the power of the sun. Unexpectedly, such a large group of people were also defeated one after another.

No matter how beautiful the color of the sun is, there are times when it gets boring, but Miss Rain always comes out and hangs out at the right time, dousing people's hearts. But on this drizzly day, people don't want to be idle and stroll on the streets. That is a common thing. People seem to want to breathe the fresh air while admiring the mysterious colors that have just been painted by the rain. painting.

Feng'er knew that Miss Yu was afraid of being alone, so she followed Miss Yu. Listen, rustle, rustle, rustle, don't panic, it's not a monster, it's the wind playing with the rain. Woolen cloth! If the wind doesn't stop the car and goes straight into your arms, don't be upset, it's just a joke!

Looking at the swaying flowers, you will know where the wind has fled. Regardless of the wind, you are fascinated by the flowers. One second, the colorful flowers were in bud, but this second they have become so beautiful that you are so deep in them that you can't extricate yourself.

Unknowingly, Grandpa Time has arrived, and Qiu has also urged Xia to leave the stage of the four seasons; but the withered flowers, fallen leaves of the trees, and branches are tangled, and there is a trace of love in every bit. Such beauty is breathtaking, as if the summer presented before our eyes is just a dream.

But I don’t want to wake up from this dream, I want to taste my favorite summer alone! Chapter 5: My favorite season

My favorite season is not the warm spring, not the hot summer, nor the cool autumn breeze, but the biting cold wind in winter.

Winter is cold; winter is deserted; winter is longing. But in my eyes, winter is warm, winter is happy, and winter is happy. In winter, you can have New Year’s dinner with your family and taste the dishes from your hometown. In winter, you can have snowball fights and build snowmen with your friends. How happy that is!

In winter, when the snow falls heavily, the snow elves are like naughty children. They play in the trees, on the glass, and in the arms of Mother Earth, nourishing the wheat in the rice fields. Prevent the wheat from being eaten by insects.

In winter, snow is like a dancer, dancing in the sky, showing his colorful dance.

Winter has been unruly and cold in people's hearts since ancient times. However, in such an icy and snowy environment, it lived tenaciously...

The first time I saw it was a winter morning. I wandered endlessly in the small courtyard without seeing a trace of it. Vitality; suddenly, I saw a petite plum blossom dancing in the biting cold wind at the foot of the deserted wall. I feel so happy that it no longer competes with the flowers in spring, but brings a touch of warmth to people in this cold winter. This requires a lot of courage and a lot of hardships.

I couldn't help but squat down, and suddenly I felt a refreshing fragrance blowing towards my face.

It has a thick branch with an uneven surface, as if it has experienced vicissitudes of life. Small yellow flowers were dotted on the dry branches. I couldn't help but take a closer look. The five small petals formed a complete bud, which contained vitality.

Ah! Plum blossoms, the representative of severe cold and the elf in the snow, have been praised by many people for thousands of years! How many people linger and forget to leave? "Plum plum blossoms are three cents whiter than snow, but the snow loses the fragrance of plum blossoms." "There is no wonder in the world, only snow on plum blossom branches." You are worthy of being one of the "three gentlemen of the severe cold".

The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. Without experiencing wind and rain, how can you see a rainbow. The same goes for our lives. Without hard work and sweat, how can we have fruitful results? We are now in the stage of struggle, and we must get through it no matter how hard and tired we are. Because we are nurturing buds, waiting for the moment to bloom.

Wintersweet blooms alone in the cold, you are our role model! Chapter 6: My Favorite Season

The lifeless clothes of the earth faded away, and the God of Spring put a lively dress on it.

Look! Looking at the small buds growing on dead trees and the flowers and grass growing in clusters on the plains, it seems that I can find the hope of new life in their greenness. If there is no spring, wouldn’t the earth, all things, and people be the same? There is no new vitality, let alone the new joy and new feelings that spring brings.

Spring is a weird and cool magician who waves his magic wand and transforms the lifeless earth into a colorful one.

Spring always brings me a unique feeling. The spring breeze blows slowly towards my face, bringing a bit of coolness. The clear chirping of the birds seems to be telling the arrival of spring. The sunshine penetrates through the window, letting People feel a little warm and comfortable, and feel particularly energetic and energetic when doing things.

I like spring. I like the vitality and prosperity of all things in spring. It seems that the lonely earth has woken up again due to the arrival of the spring god, even the birds on the branches and the insects under the green leaves. , and every good friend of nature praises the arrival of spring.

In the green spring, I like to sit by the window and read a book. I enter the world of books under the embrace of the breeze. Looking out the window, I see a garden surrounded by many colorful and colorful trees. The colorful flowers are pleasing to the eye. In the poetic spring, I love to immerse myself in the world of flowers and books, enjoying the gentle breeze and the nourishment brought by spring. Chapter 7: My Favorite Season

Winter is covered in silver, spring is full of flowers, and summer is blazing with the sun. But I only love the quiet autumn, its beauty, joy, and that trace of autumn. A touch of flavor.

Gently, autumn is coming. She entered the world wearing a golden waltz dress, light and soft, with no noise or disturbance, only boundless tranquility. I stood in the corner left to me by heaven and earth, guarding the dream of blooming lilacs. Looking at this world with fallen leaves, I suddenly felt very clean and gentle.

Autumn is also full of the joy of harvest and the laughter of children; in the rice fields and beside the grain fields, there are piles of soybeans, peanuts, and corn, shining with the color of the dappled sunlight, laughing and joking. Huddled together, laughing and making noise, what they sang in their mouths was a harvest hymn? Suddenly, I remembered the scene of catching grasshoppers with my classmates in the fifth grade physical education class. How many autumn spirits are hidden in the yellow-green, deep and shallow grass? We quietly pushed aside the grass and searched carefully. Sometimes we would see a few small grasshoppers, so we would reach out and cover them with lightning speed, and then carefully open our hands to look at them. They were competing with each other to see who had more grasshoppers and whose grasshoppers were bigger. Whenever someone shouted, "I caught one!" the others would cast envious glances. Isn't this kind of autumn life the happiest?

The only token of autumn is the autumn leaves of different shapes; this is of course the main reason why I like autumn. I walked on a tree-lined path covered with yellow leaves, opened a heavy book, and took out a delicate red leaf. The veins and network of leaves were all visible, which was the trace of time.

Autumn is my favorite season, but people say it is parting and sad, but it is these sadness and thoughts that open my heart.

I love autumn. Its beauty, joy, and charm will always be engraved in my heart. I know that it is an indelible memory. Chapter 8: My favorite season

Autumn is my favorite season. It is not as hot as summer, nor as cold as winter.

Autumn is the harvest season. Every face of the farmer uncles is filled with the joy of harvest. Apples, peaches, pomegranates, each heavy fruit bent the branches, everywhere was golden yellow and fiery red, the sky was as blue as a piece of transparent glass, a group of geese flew to the south, sometimes forming a "human" shape, sometimes in a row "一" character shape.

In autumn, the park is also very lively; chrysanthemums gather together to compete in beauty, including red, yellow, white, purple and green; sweet-scented osmanthus blooms, small, yellow and green. Yellow, exuding a charming aroma; the leaves of the sycamore tree have turned completely yellow, and each leaf is like a little paratrooper, holding a parachute and jumping down from the tree; the maple leaves are red, and when viewed from a distance, Like pieces of fiery red clouds; my favorite pine trees and cypress trees are still so green, standing tall on the mountainside, like soldiers standing guard in the wind and rain, motionless.

The drizzle in autumn is even more unique. The autumn rain sends away the heat and welcomes the coolness. The fluttering raindrops are like countless light and soft fingers, one after another, rushing, crashing, playing beautiful and beautiful music. The ground seemed to have been washed, with small rain puddles everywhere.

Autumn is as beautiful as spring, as passionate as summer, and as calm as winter. Autumn is my favorite season.