The weather is gloomy and intermittent.

It is very hot in summer. In the eyes of many people, summer is the worst season, but in my eyes, summer is beautiful.

Summer is a leisurely season. During the long summer vacation, we can enjoy ourselves. Play ball games, fish and swim with friends ... When you are thirsty, eat a popsicle or an ice cream, which can keep you cool.

Summer is the most energetic season. Grass, trumpets are competing to open. Old people sit under the big tree to enjoy the cool, some chat, some play chess, and various activities.

Compared with the rain in other seasons, the rain in summer is special. Summer rain is too late to go. With the arrival of a gust of wind, the raindrops as big as beans came at once. Raindrops rush down like broken beads, and from a distance, they feel hazy. Raindrops hit windows, doors and eaves, making a "snapping" sound. After a while, the rain stopped again. Looking at the distance again is a fresh feeling. How comfortable and refreshing it is to take a breath of air. The grass and trees look greener after the rain; The flowers look brighter after the rain. After the rain, it's a vibrant scene.

Thunderstorms in summer also excite children. Although when it thunders, the thunder is deafening and makes us feel scared. But after the thunderstorm, as long as the weather clears up, the sky will become so beautiful and mysterious. There will be beautiful rainbows hanging in the sky. Rainbow is like a colorful overpass, as if crossing this bridge will lead to fairyland.

The night sky in summer is also charming. At night, it's wonderful to sit under a big tree, enjoy the cool air and look up at the stars in the sky. The stars twinkle like eyes staring at the world.

I love summer, mysterious summer, beautiful summer.

The cold winter has come, and after a heavy snow, the whole East Red has become a world of pink jade. The willow trees are covered with silver bars, and the lawn is covered with silver.

When I get up in the morning, it's foggy in winter. After the fog cleared, a beautiful scene appeared immediately. Pine needles are covered with a thick layer of frost, like a white autumn chrysanthemum. After a few blows, the yellow leaves fell in succession.

In the morning after the snow, I came to Beishan Park with my sleigh. I saw white snowflakes, and I really couldn't bear to step on them. When I was walking on the stone road in Beishan, I heard a creaking sound.

The little face is a little tight and itchy with cold. Although it is very cold, this coldness is concealed by my happy mood.

Winter is my favorite.

There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter best. In winter, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm of heavy snow and a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of snow give people a cool and shining comfort. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful.

The snow in the evening is deeply cut, as if there are countless emotions, and it is as turbulent as the sea water, which can drown everything and have a sense of nudity. Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear, like soldiers in battle, wearing silver armor, and like pieces of white sails sailing. ...

The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is no difference between heaven and earth. I can only see a piece of silver, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.

After the snow, the world is decorated with continuous white snow, with lush foliage and jade. This is a gratifying scene of heavy snow.

I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more. Winter is the ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.

Winter is a surly teenager, sometimes docile and clever, and sometimes playing some practical jokes. When he is happy, the sun is shining and the breeze is blowing gently. When he is unhappy, dark clouds cover the sun, and it rains and snows. He always greedily wanted this and that, and really gave it to him, but he didn't cherish it and vandalized it. He trotted on the yellow grass after autumn, thinking that the rustling of the grass was not pleasant to hear, so he scattered snowflakes all over the sky and wrapped mountains, rivers and fields in soft velvet blankets. He was very proud of his creation and cheered and frolicked on the snowy field. Under the care of the snow blanket, those yellow grasses had a sweet dream. In my dream, the spring breeze once gave off green buds. However, the teenager doesn't know Cao Ermeng. He hasn't played enough. He saw a swaying leaf on the tree on the other side of the river, but the gurgling river hindered his steps. He didn't have the patience to detour from the bridge, so he waved and raised a cold wind to freeze the river. He ran across the ice quickly, tore off the last leaf left on the branch, rubbed it in his hand until it broke, and then threw it away without pity.

Winter is a seed of love, pure, romantic and elegant. She is like a waterfall, with long hair swaying in the wind. She has a round face like a full moon, bright eyes like stars, graceful waist and enchanting charm. She came leisurely from the depths of the wilderness with a longing for sincere love. She wore white sleeveless sleeves and danced colorful feathers among the mountains and rivers. The mountains and rivers were fascinated by her beauty, and she also changed into elegant clothes wrapped in silver makeup. With delicate fingers, she plucked carefully, and a song slipped leisurely from the strings. The vast forest was bewitched by her piano, and she also sobbed and sang a bitter song. Looking at the changes in the world around her because of her, her eyes and eyebrows are full of joy. Later, when she was tired, she sat down and listened, wondering if her prince charming had set foot on the journey to meet her. Then, all was silent, even the wind stopped circling, hiding behind the clouds and holding your breath. From far to near, a handsome young man was riding a horse. He held out his hand to the girl and the girl smiled, so innocent.

Winter is a dignified middle-aged man, bold, firm and unhurried. He is always carrying a heavy bag and walking in a hurry. Although he has lost his curiosity and impulse when he was young, he is still full of passion for struggle. He clearly realized that he was shouldering the mission of connecting the past with the future, and he had a long way to go, and he dared not slack off for a moment. In the north, he was very brave, not only blowing the cold wind of hunting, but also throwing colorful snowflakes. In the south, he was infected by the elegance of Jiangnan and became humble. In his footsteps, from time to time there is a misty rain falling. So the poet sang: there are 484 temples in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are many towers in the misty rain. His busyness and caution made him unsmiling, but in his heart, he still lost a trace of warmth and secretly dispersed. He took care of the fish swimming under the ice sheet carefully to keep them from the cold. He let the snow melt in the sun and penetrate into the dry land. He knew that only in this way, the soil full of water would be more suitable for the growth of seedlings next spring. He let the branches of Chimonanthus praecox blossom shy flowers, and let people feel the beauty of life in the bleak world. ...

Winter is an old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life, calm and frank. He sat in the yard where he had lived all his life, enjoying the warm sunshine in winter. In his chiseled eyebrows, you can see the lush in early spring, the enthusiasm in midsummer and the harvest in late autumn. The fragrance of plum blossoms is floating in the air. He stretched out his bony hand and summoned his wife who had been together for life. The two men helped each other and told stories of the past. In those stories, there are silver snakes dancing in the mountains, elephants galloping in the wax, ice melting and talking, and swallows returning. This road, no matter how difficult it is, is hand in hand side by side and has never been separated. Their words are sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes emotional and sometimes slow. Those fleeting years seem to be pulled back, close at hand and within reach. Gradually, the voices of the old people disappeared, replaced by dreamy eyes and quiet smiles. Outside the window, dusk is approaching, and the cold wind is ringing the bells under the eaves, bringing the news of the recovery of everything.

What is winter? Actually, there is no need to imagine too much.

Winter is very simple and easy-going. It doesn't care what role it is given, it can be you or me. It doesn't have too many extravagant demands, just want to perform the most vivid and unique plot in its short season. Then, with the end of the plot, the curtain falls, and an elegant one turns around and falls away.

golden autumn

Time kept flowing forward, the weather gradually cooled down, and the noisy cicada was blown away by autumn, replaced by the whine of crickets in the cracks in the slate under the steps at night. Ah! That lovely autumn has finally come.

Autumn is more prosperous than spring. The flowery spring is beautiful, but the fruitful autumn colors reveal the joy of harvest. Autumn is more colorful than summer. Although the summer with dense branches and leaves is charming, the autumn colors of golden leaves and green trees are even more refreshing. Autumn is more energetic than winter. Snow-capped winter is lovely, but the golden autumn with fragrant melons and fruits is more colorful. Autumn came to the Woods. From a distance, yellow leaves fall in pairs like golden butterflies. Tired of flying, they landed on my shoulders, head and feet. Brought my thoughts from green summer to golden autumn. As soon as I turned around, another peach leaf fell beside me. I bent down to pick it up and held it in my hand to study it carefully. What a special autumn leaf! It hasn't come yet, it has completely faded, and it still exudes a strong aroma. Autumn came to the orchard, persimmon bent down, bent down, and the branches were about to break. Sister litchi was so fat that she broke her clothes and showed her bulging white belly. Huge apples are covered with branches, showing sweet smiles, or shy or bold. The girl in autumn came to the farmland, and the corn was very happy. It specially changed into a new golden dress, grinning and showing golden teeth. In order to make themselves more beautiful, tomatoes put lipstick on their faces; The potato may have been too excited to break its green mouth and show its yellow tongue. Autumn has come, and the garden has become a paradise for chrysanthemums. They may like this heavy gold, so they choose to bloom their beauty in autumn. Chrysanthemums come in many colors: yellow, pink, white ... big flowers and curly petals are like a little girl with curly hair. Wandering in the chrysanthemum garden or enjoying a pot of colorful chrysanthemums alone, slowly intoxicated by that fragrance. Autumn brings gold to the earth and cotton-like clouds to the blue sky. Autumn wind, as cool as water, dyed the world yellow with chill.

I like this crisp autumn season!

I like autumn with flowers and leaves and flat chrysanthemums.

I like this unique and splendid autumn scenery.

Autumn is really a harvest season. The sound of lawn mower, children's laughter and adults' laughter are combined into a symphony in autumn.

Campus autumn scenery

It's late autumn now, and when I walk into the empty campus, a cold wind blows, which makes people feel chilly.

The campus in autumn is still brilliant and pleasant, and the trees are still so green; Flowers don't seem to know that late autumn has arrived, but they are still fragrant and open, still attracting bees with fragrance; Butterflies are still dancing on campus, attracting students' attention with their beautiful figures.

There are some yellow leaves falling from trees in the flower beds on campus, and people's breath condenses into milky heat in the fresh air.

Although it is already late autumn, the sun still goes to work every day, giving plants enough light and heat so that they can still grow well in the cold late autumn.

Trees on campus sometimes sway with the wind; Sometimes standing still; Sometimes a few poor leaves fall from the branches. However, these do not affect the charm of green trees in late autumn. The flowers on campus are still blooming, bees are still busy collecting honey, and there are many bees flying around the flowers, looking for which one is better.

The sky in late autumn is unusually solemn and bright. After the self-study, it was already dark, which made people feel very mysterious. There are several stars in the high sky, which makes people wonder: where have all the other stars gone?

I like late autumn, bright sky and cool season!

When the steep west wind blows higher and higher; When the stranger called to the end, the child looked at the last South swallow; When the boundless grass on the vast field turns yellow-at this time, it will be autumn and the season when trees lose their leaves.

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The sky is full of stars, and the frozen stars are frozen in cold, dry and cold.

The warm sunshine shines on the lake, and the last red leaves in the forest still stand proudly on the branches, bright red and green, which is out of harmony with the colors, forming a unique winter scene. Sometimes a gust of wind blows and leaves and branches leave, making a rustling sound, which also makes people feel sad and sad. But look at those branches, new buds have been bred, hairy and inconspicuous, which makes you think of the future spring and the vibrant and colorful days at once.

In winter, the fields are vast, and the northeast wind whistles in the fields, blowing up all the woodpiles in the village. Like a strong spirit, the tree tried its best to stand firm and let the branches sway, but some yellow leaves on the branches were blown off. Like being afraid of the cold, these leaves rolled into the ditch one by one and at the feet of pedestrians on the road.

Perhaps this is autumn's apology for its lateness. Look, when I got off the bus, the jagged Woods came into view, and the patches of green made people feel suddenly enlightened, and there was no trace of autumn.

Before the rockery, when the tour guide announced the scattered activities, the students flocked to the depths of the park like birds released by opening the cage door.

winter

This is the coldest season of the four seasons, as if cold should be the end of the year. Like many endings, the consciousness of sleepiness and exhaustion freezes passion into ice in an atmosphere without warning, and finally settles down and freezes into a difficult situation of cleaning up and ending.

When the cold wind is wrapped in a thick coat, when the red of the thermometer is lower than the mark of 10 degrees, when the night is much longer than the day, when the nails scratch the skin, white marks will be left. When every lamp gets cold, winter has already wandered around us and started the last scene of the year. ...

What's your impression of this season? Strangely, the memory of winter is always related to warmth, but there is no feeling of cold. Those warm impressions are like a cup of hot tea, braving the fresh heat like grass leaves ~

Perhaps, this is just an ordinary winter. What's so special besides cold? Even this cold is so common. What's so special besides the biting wind? However, even this biting wind has no characteristics and no lingering. Scrape it and it will pass, not for anyone to escape, not for anyone to stay. ...

On such a night, a person's window lights a person's lamp, watching the scenery of this person, until a person's coffee slowly cools down, but I can't sleep, because I am infatuated with this person's mood, a person's loneliness, a person's cold, my warm heart is like this cold coffee, which once braved those red fireworks, but gradually faded in the seasonal browsing. Pale has no temperature at all, but it is also indifferent and perfect, without any color worthy of sympathy. In my memory, the passion ignited for a glorious moment has been weakening in time and space and in the mood of flowing away. From enthusiasm to indifference is not an immeasurable leap. There is not much difference between the interlude of thought and the high wind. It's all a moment of greed, clinging to the plot without direction. In the bitter pursuit of self, happiness is not too rare, but too profound. Love that refuses to let go is like being frozen by the winter wind. Although there has never been temperature, it is reflected by those painful ice. The sun always likes to shine from this angle. After being confused, I carved it somewhere in the corner of my eye. Even if I didn't leave a memory, I still kept such a touch. Before the cold passes, it will stab the bottom of my heart. I remembered the fairy tale of the Dairy Queen. The ice stuck in the boy's eyes made him forget love, kindness and warmth. Even in dairy queen's limbo, he doesn't feel cold. The girl's persistent and strong love finally melted the ice crumbs, which restored the boy's love and warm memory. That is a fairy tale woven by Andersen for the world. Whether the ice of love has really penetrated into the eyes of everyone who has been hurt by love, whether it has temporarily forgotten the beauty that love can bring to people and frozen the river of hope for enterprises. However, I have forgotten when and where I lost the consciousness of breaking the spell. Looking for, has become a thing of the past, and even the power to try to find has been lost. ...

Some things are doomed to be unattainable, so let it crystallize into such ice crumbs, even if it sticks to the corner of your eye, it is still a kind of beauty.

It was an ordinary winter, just like the winter near now, nothing special, but this winter was colder and the wind blew in different directions. The wind on the other side of the earth may be no different, except for the familiar biting, that's all, that's all ...

autumn

Is autumn really doomed to sadness and depression? Perhaps, the bleak late autumn is a prelude to natural mourning.

It's about the traces of luxury, but it doesn't necessarily make a sad moan.

In fact, my favorite season is autumn, which is a comfortable season with suitable temperature, vast sky and fresh air. And those new passions that are gradually recovering are preheating hope, and hope will last until next spring!

Look at it, open your eyes and polish it, so many bright fruits are full of condensation and warm colors under bright lights; Then the clear wind came at us through countless gaps, with the smell of osmanthus; Many memories extended in our minds are reviving; Those withered flowers on the ground are spreading another kind of scenery, and together with those bright yellow buttonwood leaves, they are busy painting the gloomy ground of the city, but they have caused such a long sigh and distant figure. ...

This autumn, as if destined a long time ago, will take away everything that was familiar. Etch away incalculable distances minute by minute. From this land to that land, from people here to people there, from kindness to strangeness, the boundaries between countries always confuse those deeper distances. For a long time, people have imagined that soil and people have the same blood, and one side of the land and the invisible side actually have a deep blood relationship. And those plants rooted in the soil, like hair growing from the skin, can touch those deep nerves with every touch, thus spreading the information here to a distant place. As a result, those feelings about fallen leaves and autumn wind are naturally scattered and chaotic.

In autumn, the luxury is stripped in a messy and orderly way, revealing the truest traces, restoring the sultry feeling in summer, re-storing hope and waiting for the next cold arrival. ...

spring

Love without consciousness is like a rose without fragrance.

In the early spring, those graceful stamens, which still remain the cold of winter, are raging and trying to break through the ground. In such a difficult season, they gradually wake up and spread. There is an unspeakable ambiguity between heaven and earth playing tricks on people's nerves, so every breath is saturated with charming whispers: they come from the movement of every leaf in the Woods, from the mediation of every breath in the river, from the ups and downs of every ridge in the valley, from every crunchy straw, from every passing sigh in the city crowd, from every passing moment in the roar of the subway, from that passing.

But, but who can control a country without letting it escape immediately? Any stay can't predict the eternal distance, and waiting at the end is a cage that can't break free. Therefore, when the old dreams are not awake, those conjectures about the future can only be placed in the pending seats. Spring is the time to start this kind of exercise. No matter whether those subtle indulgences can really be realized, only by sticking to one's own hopes can we grasp the little happiness that has been around us and eventually accumulate into a happy Fiona Fang.

When the days pass quietly, spring gradually closes, and the dates of a season will eventually separate. From the first melting of snow and ice to the blooming of spring, from barren to prosperous, it is only such a short period of three months. Subsequently, the temperature continued to rise, evaporating the remnants of spring, and a season that hoped to breed breakthrough progress passed. And those memories of hope and love have just grown into the most beautiful scenery in late spring. ...

Perhaps some people know that Death of Spring is also the name of a Korean film, which describes a love that comes and goes as quickly as spring. When spring dies, so does love. However, there is not only love in life, but also things hidden in front of us and behind the bright colors in spring, which need us to explore. And this kind of excavation will eventually return to ordinary real life. Every step is a landscape, but we can't forget that every step is also life!

summer

Since such a spring has passed, summer has had a perfect start. A happy season, regardless of a person's sadness. The seasons will not deviate from the slightest because of human emotions, but rotate as usual. The weather is like a wave of wheat waves that often appear in my mind. It fluctuates, and it is not up to people to decide.

I see the bud in spring, withering gradually after blooming in summer, causing the wind of blood stasis and spreading the fragrance of endless sadness …

Jiangnan at this time is always ravaged by typhoons, and there is always such a strong wind playing a farewell overture in the cool air. I wonder what the West Lake will look like at this time. Last week, I just saw Xia Lian with a pool of flowers in the wind and lotus in the Quyuan. Can it be safe? Presumably, after such a strong wind, everything in midsummer is no longer the same!

The wind has drifted away, so the leaves in summer are scattered in late spring with a skirt saw. It has been covered by the arrogance in early autumn, waiting for the end of the next summer. ...