Good jokes about spring, summer, autumn and winter

The colors of spring are really colorful, the sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are green, and the winter jasmine is charming ... No wonder poets love to sing praises to spring, and painters love to describe it, because spring is the fusion of all the beautiful things in the world and the general meeting of all colors. I wonder why these colorful colors choose spring to come to the earth.

The spring rain is continuous and gentle. It moistens the earth, caresses it and whispers to it. When people are unconscious, they quietly merge into a river and accumulate into a deep pool. Ah, it is the spring rain that brings green life to the pool.

Wind and rain always come together. In early spring, the cold wind awakened everything. The treetops are green, the earth is green, and even the platforms of towering buildings are green. Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty wrote a poem: "Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan." How well you speak! But is it more than "green"?

Under the blowing of the wind, the wild flowers all over the mountains opened their eyes, one, two, one cluster, two clusters ... even joined together and merged into the sea. People face this ocean of blue, red and yellow ... gorgeous colors, and their troubles are gone, and their listlessness is gone. Thank the color of spring for giving us upward strength and confidence.

Look at the sky in spring. Why is the sky colorful and dazzling? Ah, that's a kite flown by children. Under the blue sky and white clouds, kites of various shapes are flying freely. What a refreshing sight! Spring belongs to children, and the sky belongs to children, but aren't they also trying to dress up spring and add its color?

However, if you lean down and look closely, you will find that there are scattered yellow in the pleasing colors, which is the trace left by last winter. You may sigh: "A fly in the ointment!" Yes, who will be in a good mood when looking at those few broken limbs and flagging grasses? However, you might as well cut off the yellow winter clothes, and you will find something more novel. It's green inside! It turns out that yellow grass is also gestating, gestating a better spring.

I finally understand why the colors in spring are so rich: it is the colored pens in the hands of Miss Chun who are waving diligently; It is naive children who dress naive; It is a grass that is silently bred and ignored by people. People who enjoy the color of spring, what have you contributed to the color of spring?

I like spring-

I like the continuous spring rain. It is she who awakens the grass, moistens the poplars and blooms the primroses, telling mankind that spring is coming. The grass sneaked out of the ground and looked at it strangely; Willow shook its waist drum and danced with the wind. After the spring rain, the humid air mixed with the fragrance of the earth, and the warm spring breeze blew head-on. Spring rain is the cultivator of life!

Love the birds in spring, love all lovely creatures full of vitality, especially the lovely swallows. I often look for them on the steel wire, because they are like small and exquisite notes on the staff, playing the first movement of spring with the cry of "chirp"

Every spring, in my hometown, I will walk on a high hillside, looking at the rushing spring water in the river, looking at the green jungle on the other side and the village completely submerged in peach blossoms. While enjoying the beautiful scenery, I breathe the fresh breath of spring and feel the beating pulse of spring. Ah! Such a vibrant spring!

Ah! Spring makes the earth look brand new. Spring is called all love, which brings joy and hope to mankind and urges us to make progress.

Spring often makes me think. People always regard spring as a symbol of life and hope, and our children are also called "Spring of the Motherland".

We are the life of the motherland, and we are the future spring of the motherland.

Sentences describing summer

It's hot in summer/hot in xia yang/blazing with fire/hot in summer/scorching sun.

It's hot/muggy/hot/thirsty.

The willow tree in shady street looks sick, with a layer of dust hanging on its leaves and rolling on its branches; The branches are lazy and drooping listlessly.

The clods on the ground were scorched by the sun, and a few potbellied dark brown crickets jumped around like springs.

The sunshine in midsummer is really like dipping in Chili water, and there is no shady place on the empty street.

The weather is sultry, there is no wind, and the thick air seems to be frozen.

The whole city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, which makes people breathless. Dogs lie prone on the ground with red tongues, and mules and horses have particularly large nostrils.

In July, the sun hung like a fireball in the blue sky. The cloud seems to have melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.

Spring goes with the falling flowers, and summer comes with green leaves in the warm wind.

The wind blows with a slight warmth, and cuckoos sing from time to time. It is telling us: "Spring is over."

Grass, reeds and red, white and purple wildflowers are steamed by the fiery red sun hanging high in the air, and the air is filled with sweet and intoxicated breath.

There is not a cloud in the air, there is not a wind, there is a scorching sun overhead, and all the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily.

In midsummer July, there is not a cloud in the blue sky. The sun is scorching the earth, the water in the river is boiling hot, and the soil in the field is smoking.

Under the scorching sun, on both sides of the road, ripe ears of grain were so hot that they bent down and bowed their heads. Grasshoppers are as numerous as grass leaves, making a weak and noisy sound in wheat fields and rye fields and among the reeds on the shore.

The sun is like a fireball of the boss, the light is burning, the road surface is scorched by the scorching sun, and a pile of white smoke is stepped on.

Willow leaves roll, flowers and grass bow their heads, the earth is steaming, the lake is boiling hot, and dragonflies fly around the lake in a low voice. This is good news, it's going to rain!

The evening breeze in early summer, with the delicate fragrance of jujube flowers and Chinese rose flowers, floated into this simple and comfortable living room.

One night in summer, the stars were shining in the sky, and a cool breeze dispersed the residual heat during the day, and the earth was silent.

The roadside trees are lush, and cicadas sing in unison, as if boasting about their seasons.

In summer, it drips, highland barley seedlings drink rain, and the grass is full of colorful wildflowers.

It was a long summer without rain, and the old loach in the field was turned white by the scorching sun. The stream near the village dropped several inches, and the stones above the water suddenly became bigger.

In early summer, pomegranate flowers gradually open, and the green leaves are lined with safflower, which is very beautiful. Seen from a distance, it looks like a blazing fire and a red sunset rising at dusk.

The south wind in late summer and early autumn brings the fragrance of new wheat and the smell of wormwood.

The sky in summer is unpredictable, sometimes cloudy and sometimes low, as if it were an order to urge people to act; Sometimes the sun shines directly.

Summer in my hometown is quiet, lush, beautiful and colorful.

It's midsummer, the breeze is slow, and the moon rises in Dongshan. Although there are no magpies on the old locust tree, cicadas have been calling and frogs in the pond are blowing loudly. ...

Although early summer makes me dizzy, there are also beautiful flowers in early summer, such as Erythrina and Indus, which bring another kind of natural beauty.

Ah, I love the starry sky on a summer night, because it is so colorful, so beautiful and so mysterious!

Summer, in my impression, is the bright dew in the morning and the stars at night.

The glory of the setting sun covers the spun yarn, and the breeze comes at you with the fragrance of flowers, giving you a pleasant evening breeze in early summer, floating into this simple and comfortable living room with the fragrance of jujube flowers and Chinese rose flowers.

One night in summer, the stars were shining in the sky, and a cool breeze dispersed the residual heat during the day, and the earth was silent.

The roadside trees are lush, and cicadas sing in unison, as if boasting about their seasons.

In summer, it drips, highland barley seedlings drink rain, and the grass is full of colorful wildflowers.

It was a long summer without rain, and the old loach in the field was turned white by the scorching sun. The stream near the village dropped several inches, and the stones above the water suddenly became bigger.

In early summer, pomegranate flowers gradually open, and the green leaves are lined with safflower, which is very beautiful. Seen from a distance, it looks like a blazing fire and a red sunset rising at dusk.

The south wind in late summer and early autumn brings the fragrance of new wheat and the smell of wormwood.

The sky in summer is unpredictable, sometimes cloudy and sometimes low, as if it were an order to urge people to act; Sometimes the sun shines directly.

Summer in my hometown is quiet, lush, beautiful and colorful.

It's midsummer, the breeze is slow, and the moon rises in Dongshan. Although there are no magpies on the old locust tree, cicadas have been calling and frogs in the pond are blowing loudly. ...

Although early summer makes me dizzy, there are also beautiful flowers in early summer, such as Erythrina and Indus, which bring another kind of natural beauty.

Ah, I love the starry sky on a summer night, because it is so colorful, so beautiful and so mysterious!

Summer, in my impression, is the bright dew in the morning and the stars at night. The glory of the setting sun hangs over the spun yarn, and a gust of wind comes at you with flowers, giving you a pleasant feeling.

There is not a cloud in the air, there is not a wind, there is a scorching sun overhead, and all the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily.

In midsummer July, there is not a cloud in the blue sky. The sun is scorching the earth, the water in the river is boiling hot, and the soil in the field is smoking.

The sun is like a fireball of the boss, the light is burning, the road surface is scorched by the scorching sun, and a pile of white smoke is stepped on.

Willow leaves roll, flowers and grass bow their heads, the earth is steaming, the lake is boiling hot, and dragonflies fly around the lake in a low voice. This is good news, it's going to rain!

The evening breeze in early summer, with the delicate fragrance of jujube flowers and Chinese rose flowers, floated into this simple and comfortable living room.

One night in summer, the stars were shining in the sky, and a cool breeze dispersed the residual heat during the day, and the earth was silent.

It was a long summer without rain, and the old loach in the field was turned white by the scorching sun. The stream near the village dropped several inches, and the stones above the water suddenly became bigger.

In early summer, pomegranate flowers gradually open, and the green leaves are lined with safflower, which is very beautiful. Seen from a distance, it looks like a blazing fire and a red sunset rising at dusk.

Ah, I love the starry sky on a summer night, because it is so colorful, so beautiful and so mysterious!

Zanxia is undeniable. Spring is colorful, autumn is golden everywhere, and winter is covered with silver, which really makes people fall. However, summer also has its own gorgeous costumes. Which corner of summer is not full of green that symbolizes life? When you climb to the top of the mountain, you can see green Yuan Ye everywhere. Dark green mountains are like huge waves on the ocean, connected by waves, extending to distant places and connected with the gray-blue sky. The whole earth has become a huge carpet stretching around, lush and full of vitality.

In summer, the scorching sun hangs high in the sky like a big fireball. It stung us hard to open our eyes. On the way, the asphalt was softened by the sun. A heat wave hit the face and made people breathless. On the big trees on both sides of the road, cicadas kept barking, as if to say, it's hot, it's hot. The flowers bowed their heads and the grass bent down, all looking listless. Where are the children? Hiding in the swimming pool one by one Look at the children in the swimming pool next to you. They are so dense that only their small heads are exposed.

The inevitable heat in hot summer is really a headache, whether you are walking on the road under the scorching sun or have entered the shadow of trees and houses; Whether in the morning or at night, the heat of that summer is always with you, haunting you, which is really annoying.

A square on a summer night, the weather finally cooled down, and people went to the square for a walk in unison. There were a lot of people there, men, women and children. The colorful lights in the square lit up for a while, making the square bright. A gust of wind is blowing, so cool! Everyone is chatting in the square. Old people sit under the tree and fan their fans leisurely. Some people are singing, some are walking and chatting, and some are dancing. Everyone had a good time in the square.

Summer Rain In the summer afternoon, I sat at the window doing my homework, and looked up and saw dark clouds and a gray sky. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and suddenly, sand and stones flew and branches were scattered all over the floor. After a while, it began to rain. At first, raindrops were like a string of pearls. In a blink of an eye, they turned into a downpour, and soon the sky was covered with endless rain curtains. Streets, roofs and corridors have become a world of rain. Raindrops hit the window, not with a splash, but with a splash; When I fell on my body, I felt like a rubber, which hurt and itched.

The sun in summer is no longer so fierce, but it has restrained its willfulness, so the moon gradually appears on the horizon. The yellowish full moon appears and disappears. It is small and light, like a pie that is about to fall. The sun picked up its afterglow and slowly disappeared under the distant Woods. The cloud on the horizon was dyed orange, so dazzling, but as the sun went down, it gradually became shallower and shallower until it disappeared completely.

Thunderstorms in summer gradually turned gloomy, and gray clouds covered the sky, driving the sun father-in-law home, and the sky suddenly became lifeless. In a short time, the wind roared on the face, shaking the branches and leaves of trees, shouting like people cheering for athletes on the field, and churning like the raging waves of the sea. After a while, showers fell from the sky, like raindrops the size of beans. After a while, it rained harder, and Uncle Lei and Uncle Lightning joined in. Lightning and thunder are really thunderstorms in summer. In the distance, rolling dull thunder, like guns coming from a distant battlefield. And lightning, like a red snake on fire, flies over the sky again and again, illuminating the dark sky.

Just after the song of summer night came out of the building, a cool breeze brushed everyone's faces, and I vaguely heard cicadas calling "summer" on the willow tree by the pond. Frogs are singing "songs" on water lily leaves in the water. Are they having a fearless argument for the selection of The King of Songs? The bright moonlight fills the earth and brightens everyone's heart.

June and July days after a thunderstorm, like a doll's face, change as you say. Just now, the sky was clear in Wan Li, and it was going to be overcast and thunderous, followed by a downpour. Although it is raining, the misty rain and fog add many charming colors to the mountains. The rain washed away the intense heat of the past few days and brought freshness and new green to the fields. Fog and rain cages cover the mountains, and milky white clouds are floating around the mountainside, dancing like fairies ... What a splash-ink landscape painting! Walking here, there is quite a feeling of "people traveling in the illustrated world".

In early summer, poplars on the roadside and endless vines in the fields ... In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom: red, purple, pink and yellow, like beautiful spots embroidered on green carpets; Crowds of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking nectar and flying around with difficulty.

From hot summer to hot summer, the sun hangs high in the sky, like a big fireball, burning and dazzling, the earth seems to be scorched, and all living things are like being in a steamer, which is unbearable. The river dried up, flowers and trees bowed their heads, and grass fell to the ground. The puppy stretched out its tongue and lay panting under the eaves. The adults sweated and shook their fans, and the children were naked in the pond.

Summer summer arrived with the sound of cicadas. The weather is getting hotter and the trees are growing more luxuriantly! The longer the trunk is, the stronger it is. The leaves are layered and tightly surrounded, like a huge green umbrella, supporting all parts of the Spring City. In the vast People's Square, "Green Umbrella" creates a cool world for people. In the morning, people enter the square and come under the tree to recite, punch and enjoy the fresh air. During the day, the sun is shining and the earth is burning. People walk in the shade, smell the fragrance of resin, and feel cool and comfortable. At night, people sit under the tree and enjoy the cool, which is very comfortable.

Summer night, the stars are bright, one point, two points, three points ... bright and flashing, like a pair of naughty and naive eyes, but full of mystery and wisdom. They seem to have seen us, so they play hide-and-seek with us. Their dexterous bodies, hiding from Tibet, dazzled us. Suddenly, a meteor came and attracted our attention. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared from our eyes again. I looked up at the height and opened my eyes. I looked carefully from west to east, but I couldn't even find a shadow.

In the hot summer, the sun lost its tenderness in spring, shining on the earth like a fireball, and seemed to emit all the heat. It softened the asphalt road, dyed the faces of pedestrians red, made the trees dare not sway at all, and even cracked the earth, splashing water on the ground, and the earth was thirsty and sucked clean. The streets are full of vests and shirtless, and people can't wait to get into the refrigerator. People curse this damn hot weather. Only the old man selling popsicles ignored him and shouted, hoping that the hotter the weather, the better.

Sentences describing autumn >>& gt& gt See you in spring and summer.

The beauty of autumn is mature-it is not as shy as spring, so open in summer and so introverted in winter.

The beauty of autumn is rational-it is not as charming as spring, so hot in summer and so subtle in winter.

Autumn, harvest season, golden season-as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer, as charming as winter.

The autumn sunshine is warm and quiet, the autumn wind in Dongxiang is warm and gentle, and the blue sky and white clouds are elegant and melodious.

1. In autumn, leaves fall one by one, and with a little regret, they throw themselves into the arms of Mother Earth. They jump and spin, dance and fall lightly.

2. Autumn rain hits them in the face. Piles of dark gray clouds hold the earth low. It's already late autumn, all the trees in the endless forest are bare, and the old tree stands gloomy and brown moss covers its wrinkles. Ruthless autumn stripped them of their beautiful clothes, and they had to wither and stand there bald.

3. Far away, I smelled a fragrant fragrance, and a cool breeze blew. Look, the swaying osmanthus trees are swaying in the wind. Huh? What is that? Like a golden butterfly, like a silver ribbon, it lingers, floats, falls and floats to the ground. Although there are not so many osmanthus flowers in Qi Jun's hometown, I really feel like Qi Jun said that it has become a "western paradise paved with golden sands"

Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is fresh as dew. The sky exudes soft light, clear and ethereal, which makes people want to listen to the soaring songs of larks, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking of seeing a white sail. Sunset is the wings of time. When it flies away, it will spread out for a while. So dusk.

5. The clear sky in late autumn is like an endless calm blue sea; Strong white light jumps in the air, just like microwaves on the sea; At the foot of the mountain, patches of sorghum are always swaying full heads, like fluctuating red water; However, the withered leaves painted the fields with withered colors.

6. The dusk in late autumn always comes quickly, and the sun sets in the western hills before the water vapor evaporated by the sun dissipates in Shan Ye. As a result, the blue wind in the valley, with a strong coolness, drove the white fog and wandered down the mountain; The shadow of the mountain peak fell on the village more quickly, and the shadow became thicker and thicker, gradually blending with the night, but it was soon dyed silver-gray by the moonlight candle.

Sentences describing winter

Idiom:

Ice and snow: it's full of ice and snow, which is very cold.

Water drops turn into ice: water drops turn into ice as soon as they fall. Describe the cold weather. Ex.: "The weather in the north is very cold, dripping into ice."

Frozen hands and feet: describe the cold weather.

Cold wind: The cold wind hurts my bones. Describe the cold weather. Example: "In the early morning of winter in the north, dripping water turns into ice, and the wind is biting."

Cold: Very cold, which describes the weather. Examples; "From September 9, the north wind roared and the chill was pressing. This is another extremely cold winter. "

Cold weather: describes the cold weather that cracks the ground. Example: "This cold winter is the golden season for logging."

Freezing: describes the weather is very cold. Exodus: "He waved his big pickaxe like a whirlwind, and although it was cold in December, he was still sweating."

Cold through the bones: cold air penetrates into the bones, describing the weather as very cold. Example: "Before dawn, I felt particularly cold, so I hurried back to the dormitory to get a dress and put it on."

Snow cellar ice day: cold area, meaning severe cold. Example: "Han ordered Su Wu to shepherd the Huns in the snow and ice northern country for nineteen years."

Snow abuse gluttony: snow and snow are mixed together. Describe the cold.

Ancient poems \ famous sentences:

Rain and snow disappear in January.

Tribal tiger: the appearance of snow; Speaking of which, it is still "gone with the wind". Hey; The heat of the sun. Yue: Auxiliary words have no substantive meaning.

The Book of Songs Xiaoya Jiaogong

Cold wind destroys trees, and first frost bears knots.

Jiao Zhongqing's Ancient Poems in Han Yuefu

It's sad at the end of the year, and it snows. If there is no hope, cock your ears and keep your eyes clean.

Sad: cold. Mimi: Dark. H: a little less. Objective: what that eye can see. Hao: White.

Tao Jin Yuanming's "Gui Mao's Works in Mid-December and His Brother's Respect"

The air difference of salting can be simulated, but if the catkins are because of the wind.

Xie Jin said, "Snow Poetry": "What is snow like? The difference between salt and air can be simulated, but catkins are not caused by wind. "

The moon shines on the snow, and the north wind is strong and sad.

North wind: North wind. Strengths: violence. Sadness: biting.

Xie Lingyun, At the Age of Years in Southern Dynasties and Song Dynasty

The wind scares the bamboo, and the snow covers the mountains.

Xuan: Windows. Wind scares bamboo: Snow in the wind hits bamboo, making a rustling sound.

Tang Wang Wei's Memories of Hu Jushi's Snow House on a Winter Night

I don't know whether the court will open today or tomorrow, but people suspect that Hualin opened the court last night.

Shuo Bao: Snowflakes fall in the courtyard.

How to deal with the snow in the garden by Tang Song Wenzhi.

The sound of water swallows the ice, and the sand road is flat.

Don Liu Changqing's reward for Zhang Xia's hard work on his way back to the state on a snowy night.

A vine path is green, and a million snow peaks are clear.

Winter Returning to Laoshan by Tang Li Bai

It's cold in Whitestorm, and snowflakes are as big as hands.

Tang Libai mocked Li Yangwang for refusing to drink.

Snowflakes on the Yanshan Mountain, such as seats, blew down Xuanyuantai.

Xuanyuantai: It is said that the Yellow Emperor captured Chiyou.

Tang Li Bai's Popular in the North

The clouds are low and dusk, and the snow dances back into the air.

Return air: rotating wind.

DuDu Fu DuXue.

First frost is in rags, and his fingers can't be tied straight.

Point straight: fingers are stiff.

Tang Du Fu's Singing 500 Words from Beijing to Fengxian

Clouds and gulls dance, and geese fly against the wind.

No line: No line.

Tang Du Fu's "Sending Grandson Home on Winter Night"

It's freezing, the days are short and the wind and waves are calm.

Tang Du Fu's Nostalgia in Public Security

On the bamboo in the sunset and on the mountains in the snow.

Tang Hanyi's "Chu Zhu Shu Zhai Bi Hui Shu Zi Qian Yuan Wai Shi Lang County" (Zhang Jishi)

Who cut the snow on the ground into this smallpox?

Tang Hanyu's two poems "Li Hua": "In the spring, the gardens in Luoyang are particularly crowded. Who will cut the snow on the flat ground into this smallpox? "

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue

If winter is not cold, why can we see spring?

Cold: stern and dim eyes.

Tang Luwen's Meng Dong Pu Jin Guan He Zuo Ting

It is cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry. There is no crack in the thick ice, and there is cold light in a short day.

Shout: The wind is roaring.

Ode to Bitterness and Cold by Tang Meng Jiao

Only then did I see the dark clouds on the ridge and the snow on the rocks, which was shocking. Thousands of bamboo shoots, thousands of jade, thousands of trees and thousands of clouds.

Qin Xue by Tang Yuanzhen

Liufeihua came into the room and sat watching the bamboo turn into Qiongzhi.

Six out: snowflakes are hexagonal, so they are called six out snowflakes. Qiongzhi: Bamboo branches are covered with snow like white jade.

Don Gao wrote Snow.

Knowing that it snows heavily at night, I can hear the sound of bamboo folding.

Tang Bai Juyi's "Night Snow": "The pillow is cold and the window is bright. I know it snows heavily at night, and I hear the sound of bamboo folding. "

Spinning the bead curtain over the powder wall is lighter than catkin and heavier than frost.

Write two sentences about the scene of snowflakes flying.

Two Snow Poems by Tang Li Shangyin

All the spring is frozen and swallowed up, and I sing the cold more seriously.

Swallow: The spring water is frozen and does not flow smoothly, which is described as sobs. Yin: Singing.

Liu Tang Jia's Ode to Bitterness and Cold: "I sing cold more seriously when the spring is frozen and swallowed. Leaning against Qiao Song in the middle of the night, I don't feel the snow cover. "

Three million Yulong was defeated, and black sheep and bones were flying all over the sky.

Yulong: Describe flying snow. Broken scales: describe snowflakes flying, such as scales falling one after another.

Song Huzai's last episode, Tiaoxi Fishing in Conghua, quoted Bird's poem Snow in Xiqing Poetry Talk.

Jiangshan is not a thousand miles away from jathyapple, and the world is selfless and jade Qian Qian

Jade: Jade.

Geng's Snow

The stream is deeply uncomfortable with snow, and the mountains are frozen and cloudless.

Sheng Xue Biao