How to write a short essay when the four seasons are mixed with the countryside

There is a variety of pastoral activities in the four seasons. Write the following essay:

Fan Wenyi:

Walking in the field in the early morning, I saw rows of apricot trees and plum trees standing by the road. The plums on the tree looked Huang Chengcheng in the sunshine, and the apricots grew bigger and bigger. Their chubby bodies were like cute little balls, and they were plump. Suddenly, a burst of flowers came, only to see a large piece of white buckwheat flowers dancing in the wind, showing their beautiful dance. And the golden rape blossoms next to it are scattered in the fields.

The days are getting longer and longer in summer, and farmers are getting busier and busier. The sun gradually rose to the sky, the shadow of the fence slowly disappeared, and no one passed by. It was so quiet, without the sound of children chasing and fighting, without the people chatting under the big tree and the women washing clothes by the river, where did the farmers go?

Fan Wener:

On a summer day, it was very hot, and the sun was baking the earth, which made people feel like they were in a steamer. But it is in this weather that the men and women in the village still have to go to the fields to weed. They are weeding in the field in spite of the heat. Perhaps it is because they stayed up too late last night rubbing hemp thread and didn't sleep well. Many people have dark circles around their eyes, but even so, they still work hard and don't even rest.

Perhaps this spirit moved the children, so they stopped playing. Instead, they took shovels, melon seeds and kettles and prepared to plant melons together. In the shade of a cool pine tree, they stopped and prepared to plant melons here. I saw one of the children pick up a shovel and start sweating profusely. In a short time, a deep pit was dug.

Fan Wensan:

Just before dawn, men went to the fields with hoes and straw hats. From time to time, they looked up and admired their green rice fields. At noon, the sun scorched the earth, and bean-sized sweat dripped from their foreheads. They kept wiping the sweat, but they still thought of the golden rice fields in autumn with alacrity, and their faces were so bad that they could not help smiling.

At this time, the women are not idle. After cleaning the room, taking care of the livestock and taking care of the children, they sit in front of the spinning wheel and start weaving. They stared at the lines of Li, humming along with the creaking weaving sound, until the children finished their breakfast in the evening, and went to the mulberry shade one by one to learn to grow melons like adults. Look at them in groups of three and five, one helping the seedlings, one filling the soil, one watering and one fertilizing. They are decent.