Spring, summer, autumn and winter in my hometown are so beautiful. Please describe the four seasons in my hometown in English. Not less than 50 words.

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Winter is a mirror of a cold night, revealing a trace of cold. In this season, the impression is always particularly deep.

If someone asks me what kind of season I like, I will not hesitate to answer: "winter."

I don't know why, I'm always curious about winter, and I always have special feelings for winter.

I don't understand my curiosity about winter, but I feel that I am inexplicably tied to it by the lifeline. It is like a magnet, and I am just a ball of light. As soon as it comes near, I will be held back by it. But when it passed by, I lost my life and could only be like a deflated ball. Maybe because I was born in winter, I should like winter. But I am always confused about it, and I will be touched inexplicably in winter.

In my opinion, winter is the peak of memory, and in winter, I will always be inexplicably pulled up by the rope to remember the gear. This fallacy of mine was confirmed by my friend. So in winter, I pay special attention to everything. In winter, my mood is always heavy, especially when the weather is bad, but occasionally I will be happy. In winter, sometimes I don't know.

In winter, I always feel dizzy. It may be a day of hibernation. But I don't want to give up my life. It is a waste to spend such a beautiful day in a deep sleep without feeling it, so I will not be reconciled. After all, there is only one winter in a year. But there is no good pastime in winter, because I always meditate. However, sometimes new discoveries are made in meditation.

If one season must be removed from the four seasons, I don't care which season disappears except winter. I don't like places where the seasons are like spring. Because it's too monotonous. In my feeling, spring, summer and autumn seem to be the same. God wants to decorate them in winter. Sometimes I wonder what to do without winter. Although if there is really no winter, the earth will still turn and people will still live, but it is really a little scary to think about it.

I like winter very much, but it always seems like a dream to me. Dreams start in autumn and wake up in spring. Late autumn unconsciously enters winter, and then unconsciously enters winter and spring. I always feel that winter passes quickly, but I try to remember, but there is nothing particularly happy.

Winter is such a season that I can't understand, a season that makes me have special feelings for it.

winter

Winter suddenly came, and the gorgeous sunshine scratched people's faces a few days ago. The red and yellow peaks are very beautiful against the blue sky.

The girls in the small town are still in full bloom of youth and fashion, but winter has come with an irreversible attitude. In a few gloomy days, the footsteps of winter soon reached the door. The bustling city seems to be frozen in an instant, and fewer and fewer people ride bicycles. Pedestrians come and go in a hurry with their hands in their pockets, their heads down and their chins in their mouths, but the spacious tourist bus on weekdays is suddenly crowded with people wrapped up. The tall French phoenix trees on both sides of the street were stripped of their shiny skins. When a few leaves in the street were swollen by the deep red rain, they hung silently on the branches. Next to the bus shelter, a couple hugged each other gently. The girl's hand is quietly inserted in the boy's cotton-padded pocket. The boy stood firm with his back against the cold north wind. The winter night is dark and long. Even in busy streets, people are making faces at each other. Passing cars separate people, and not far away is a cold, mechanically separated steel torrent. The city where thousands of residents are hiding has no festive atmosphere. On the contrary, there is something gloomy behind everyone. Luxurious streets are paved with bright and clean tiles, and flashing neon lights show off the beauty of modern cities to people coming and going, while beggars lying or lying in dark corners seem to be talking with people in a hurry.

Winter morning

It's a beautiful morning in winter. If you don't believe me, please see-

Every morning when I open the door and go out, the biting cold wind comes at me from time to time. Occasionally, naughty little snowflakes fall like dancing. Hexagonal snowflakes are varied: some are like silver needles, some are like fallen leaves, and some are like pieces of paper ... they are beautiful. Fall to the ground, as if to spread a thick blanket on the ground; Falling on a tree, like wearing silver; It landed in the car like a fresh cream cake. This beautiful snow scene makes people immerse themselves in fresh air. Everything is wrapped in silver and beautiful.

However, what makes people feel the breath of winter at home is the ice flowers on the window, some of which are like forests and full of mystery; Some are like streams, as if flowing quietly; Some are like Santa Claus, as if to give gifts to people ... Miss Winter is really ingenious!

The club is crowded and very lively. People are wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, like cotton bags. They do morning exercises with beautiful music.

There is a thick layer of ice on the artificial lake, and some naughty little students are frolicking on the lake, and there are bursts of laughter from time to time. …

It is very cold in winter. To tell the truth, I don't want it to come, but when it comes, I have a strange feeling. Ah, I love winter, because, in winter, "the wind knows the grass", I love its character.

Away from an unconscious nightmare, a dawn that is about to welcome spring is struggling to recover. Get up, freshen up and go out.

Wandering in the warm morning light and bathing in the fragrant breeze. Let your thoughts fly, let your emotions flood. "It's spring benefit again, better than tobacco willow."

Spring full of poetry and essence.

The yearning spring is like an unforgettable cherry blossom drizzle.

The weak petals fall on the sleeves with the wind, and gently brush them, which also gently evokes the changes of the four seasons. Just like one flower after another, it slowly rotates and falls, pink, dark pink, pale white again, gradually spreads out, hides alone in the oblique sunshine, and then suddenly disappears-

One by one, the spirits who walk on the bright road are rejoicing and thriving.

Looking forward to the endless sky and embracing all living things. Blue and white light will show the world a bright future.

Hum, go, laugh.

I found the place where I met Chun, in a park not far from home.

Looking at the flowers and bones on those trees, they can't help smiling. Under the golden strings, they played their grand birthday party.

A few naughty swallows flitted across the calm lake. Suddenly, layers of ripples, sparkling.

Stop, rest and taste.

A pavilion with the same ancient rhyme came into view, climbed the stairs and looked far away. Green mountains and green waters, the scenery of my hometown, is very beautiful. The towering old trees that have been gone for a long time are also full of lush and tall, and the power of life is so tenacious!

Turn around, step down and leave.

"Spring Garden can't be closed, and an apricot is out of the wall."

Walking through the gate of the park, the red paint on it was mottled by the years, but Parthenocissus tricuspidata did not show weakness, occupying this place and continuing to extend.

Roadside, under the tree, the old man.

Full of energy, radiant. Side waist, chest expansion, kick and jump. One by one, the main body of the work has not lost its true colors.

Downstairs, grass, children.

Lively and clever, naive and naive. Here, there, in front, behind. One by one is full of vitality without losing new impetus.

The dawn of dawn has come, and the close contact with spring is romantic and affectionate.

I seem to have returned to my nightmare and regained my courage and belief in the dark. In the struggle and suffering before the first light, I am no longer lonely and afraid.

The cycle of space and time is reversed.

Another cycle, another spring.

Tree-lined spring scenery

Spring, bright spring, mild spring, came back and came to my side. You are always dancing gently in the mountains, so close and kind. People can't forget that intoxicating dream. I wandered among the trees in search of charming spring scenery.

I set foot on the deep mountain canyon. I followed the mountain and went upstream. A ribbon with a poetic and warm wind gently brushed my cheek, which always makes people miss it. It's not hard to imagine that green is around you. Green is refreshing and never tires of seeing it. It represents the color of life and nature. After the long winter, the long-lost green has regained its brightness.

I, sometimes traveling through the forest, sometimes climbing and standing on the rocks. The only belief in my heart is-keep going up! Stepping on the soil is spring, full of the meaning of spring, becoming moist and energetic. There is a small clear spring flowing in the valley, which keeps flowing downwards, flows into my heart and moistens my heart. If I drink old wine that has been cellared for years, it will make me a little drunk. I look forward to the future as if heaven and earth were on my chest. I seem to be the mountain god in charge of the lush forest. I'm always a little proud when I think about it. The sly old tree didn't trip me. Although my knee is bruised; My hand was cut; The higher the mountain, the more difficult it is to breathe; Sweat drips like water. But they all died for the struggle. Fight against self and nature. Always set your eyes on the top of the mountain, the goal is there, the highest end of the mountain! They said, "The benevolent enjoys Leshan, while the wise enjoys water." Today, I walked around the room and absorbed the aura of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and the moon!

Springs tinkle into life, and mountains and rivers are vast in my heart. This is the fun of spring outing.

Several times in bloom, the years are intertwined, and in a blink of an eye, it is the season of lotus again.

In sunny summer, it is my simple ideal and pure belief to enjoy the lotus beside a pool of red lotus and clear water. Looking at its lotus leaf field, the flowers curled up and smelled its fragrance. However, I can't help but feel that the crystal lotus is like an old friend who crossed the river, blooming her amiable smile, involving my ancient feelings and bringing me peace of mind and worry-free. When the fragrance is not fragrant, people gradually realize that there is a little bit, and their thoughts jump and stretch between lotus leaves. Then, it is a kind of peace and relief beyond the world of mortals.

When I am almost overwhelmed by some meaningless trifles and repeated boredom in my life, I will want to come to such a quiet corner. Facing a clear lake, I seem to have come to Yaochi Wonderland, enjoying a pool of flowers and fragrant green, and calming my mood in one breath.

Look at the lotus flowers during the day, and watch the trees filtered by the sun shine on the slightly overflowing flowers. The breeze is blowing, the clear water is sparkling, the broad lotus leaves are layered, and the graceful lotus flowers are swaying in the breeze. Whether it is a rouge-colored bud or a pink flower, it will give people a warm feeling and will be moved by her nobleness, which is pure but not demon. The poet Yang Wanli must have expressed the wonderful feeling that "the lotus leaf is infinitely blue the next day and the lotus flower is infinitely red the next day" in such a clear environment.

Watching the lotus at night is filled with a layer of hazy beauty. Silver moonlight, like a veil of mist, sets off the graceful lotus flowers more lightly and elegantly, as if the fairy Ling Bo waded to hold up her skirt, and the faint and cool fragrance filled the night and sprinkled on the moonlight. No wonder the poet Cao Yin said, "You don't have to close the door when you sleep by the lake. Every late Qing Dynasty, you get wind of the house." .

When you enjoy the lotus in the rain, you will see more charm and rain. "Gently pose lightly Juanjuan, embellishing the garden pool is also poor. When the lotus leaves rain, the dusk will get a little red sun. " After being washed away by rain, the floating dust on the petals is charming and fragrant. Lotus leaf is dark green, the rolling rain beads on the lotus leaf are crystal clear and cool, and the heart is washed as clean and clear as water.

At this time, if you close your eyes, the mysterious and beautiful melody will be as endless as the dripping of a mountain spring and as beautiful as nature. And "leaving the residual lotus to listen to the rain" not only listens to the ethereal voice, but also listens to a kind of melancholy and helplessness after the tragic autumn. A rain on the residual lotus is accompanied by a kind of beautiful loneliness in the depths of the soul.

Lotus, as if endowed with fairy-like spirituality, did not drift with the tide in troubled times, silently continued its roots and persisted in its pursuit. Profit from others, not from the land. Even though she was born in a muddy swamp, she stuck to her jasper-like purity and released her fragrance.

I think people also need this kind of character, to find their innocence in confusion, to show off their dreams in succession, and to stick to their vows in ups and downs. Even in the days without flowers, the heart is gentle and happy. A person's life will be as leisurely as a song and as brilliant as a flower.

Golden Autumn (Writing Landscape Composition)

Autumn wind is like a magic pen. Overnight, the rippling forest belt was dyed golden.

Climbing to the top of the mountain and looking down, my eyes are golden. If you look carefully, you will see a piece of red and a piece of green in gold. Red as agate and green as jade. There is also a mirror-level pond at the foot of the mountain, which reflects the beautiful scenery in front of you, especially beautiful.

After going down the mountain, the roadside stall that used to sell watermelons disappeared. Instead, it is a big fragrant and crisp apple and a big pomegranate with a cracked mouth ready to break out of its shell. How cute!

As the saying goes: "One autumn rain is cold, and ten autumn rains need to wear cotton." There is a hint of coolness in the rustling autumn wind. You see, pedestrians on the road have inadvertently put on thick sweaters, coats and some down jackets.

In the field, golden corn brushed like golden sticks, red sorghum ears were like shy little girls, blushing and lowering their shy heads, swaying in the breeze, and soybeans swaying in the wind, playing a chorus of nature in the field.

In the orchard, bright red persimmons hang high on the branches like small lanterns, and the branches look like they are about to break. There are also strings of purple grapes with crystal dew, which glow like crystals in the sun.

I was infected and intoxicated by this golden autumn, ah! I love this bumper harvest and golden autumn.

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. Spring with flowers and trees 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 and 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.

autumn

Autumn is not as beautiful and fragrant as spring; There are not so many small creatures singing in summer; Not as beautiful as winter. However, it is the most beautiful in my heart.

Although autumn is not as gorgeous as spring, it has a unique color-red. Maple leaves only blush in autumn. Seen from a distance, they are as red as the morning glow, and all the mountains are dyed red. When the wind blows, maple leaves float down like red snow. So people can enjoy it.

Although there are not so many small creatures in autumn as in summer, the scenery of fallen leaves in autumn is much better than them. When the wind blows, the leaves fall with the wind, and there is always a sound, as if to tell everyone loudly: "Who said there are no butterflies in autumn?" Am I not? How about it? Beautiful! "

Although there is no white dress in winter in autumn, its orange dress is also good! And it's much warmer than that white skirt in winter.

Autumn also has many unique features.

In autumn, plants seem to be rushing to the barber shop. Some people may ask, "Why do they go to the barber shop?" Dye your hair, of course. They should also follow the fashion!

In autumn, osmanthus trees are in full bloom, so that people far away can smell the intoxicating fragrance.

In autumn, it will make the farmers' uncles very happy, because the grain and fruit they have worked so hard to grow have been harvested. Wow, the thought of my favorite green orange makes my mouth water.

Autumn is a season that I miss. The fallen leaves in the yard and my thoughts piled up in a thick pile, but the full rice made the world in my heart happier.

Autumn reverie

Autumn has finally come. I grew up in the south and have an unusual love and attachment for autumn in the south. In the south, summer comes very long, so autumn always comes later than in the north. But the difference between autumn and summer in the south is obvious.

Autumn is the season of alternating cold and summer. After an autumn rain a few days ago, there was no longer unbearable heat, and the raging autumn tiger suddenly disappeared. People can go out of their homes, walk into nature and enjoy the unique scenery in autumn. In autumn, there are no more scorching ultraviolet rays, and the skin is burning. Autumn sunshine gives people a soft and charming feeling. The raging typhoon and roaring rainstorm have gone away, and the autumn wind gives people a refreshing and comfortable feeling.

Besides the climate, there are many differences between autumn and summer. For example, the colors of leaves in autumn and summer are very different. In autumn, the green leaves on the trees are not so bright, and gradually turn from green to yellow. With the deepening of autumn, the leaves of most tree species are golden and brilliant. Under the sweeping of autumn wind, pieces of yellow leaves have begun to fall to the earth, which is quite spectacular. On the country road, the smell of soil gradually becomes rich, and when doing morning exercises and walking in the evening.

In autumn night, the moonlight is no longer hazy, and the moon is bright and radiant. In the suburbs, there are bursts of fragrance of wild flowers and weeds; The nightingale's voice in the forest is crisp and beautiful; Among the trees and flowers, birds chirp, which is pleasing to the eye. The sounds of nature accompanied by autumn are wonderful. Sporadic frogs and faint cicadas seem to convey the departure of summer. When the shower stops, birds sing to tell people that autumn has begun.

Autumn is the season of ripe harvest. In the countryside, a golden wave of rice has been set off. On the hillside, oranges, oranges, persimmons and other fruits are everywhere; The melon shed is full of melons, vines and ripe melons, waiting for the sower to pick and harvest.

I like autumn because it has no bacteria and pests. Because it has no storms and no lightning strikes; Because it has no purgatory in the hot sun and summer heat; Because it's neither cold nor cold. I like the crisp and fruitful autumn. Autumn gives me an impression, scene after scene, bright and clear ...

I love autumn, appreciate autumn, cherish the autumn in my hometown, and look forward to reuniting with my distant relatives in my hometown every Mid-Autumn Festival.

Charming autumn

Baoji West Street Primary School Yang

Autumn wind blows quietly, autumn rain falls gently, and autumn has come to us unconsciously. Today, my mother took me in the footsteps of autumn to find the figure of autumn.

I found autumn in the Woods. The tall sycamore tree has lost its leaves. When the autumn wind blows, palm-like leaves fall one after another. When it flew, it waved to us and said, "goodbye." Then it fell into the arms of Mother Earth. Ginkgo Garden, like handfuls of golden fans, is the most beautiful memorial given to people in autumn. As for the diamond poplars, it is like a welcoming team lined up on both sides of the avenue. The autumn wind blew and the leaves rustled. No wonder the ancients said, "Frost leaves are redder than February flowers"!

I found autumn in the park. Chrysanthemums in the park are in full bloom, including red, white, yellow and crimson. They are really colorful, colorful. Some of them are in full bloom, trying to show people their beautiful posture. Have a plenty of showy, skinny, like a shy little girl. The breezy autumn wind is sending their fragrance to all directions, giving people refreshing pleasure.

On our way home, we passed the market. There are big pomegranates everywhere in the market. They squeezed me in the box, and I squeezed you, laughing from ear to ear, revealing crystal pomegranate seeds. Take a bite. It's really sweet and sour!

Ah! Autumn is around us, and its beautiful scenery is really intoxicating!

Composition of Autumn Maple Leaf: Appreciating Maple Leaf

I like autumn. I like the beautiful scenery and refreshing weather in autumn. Every season, maple leaves wear new clothes and bright red dresses. The wind is blowing cool breeze, carrying small maple leaves around.

In autumn, my father often takes my family to enjoy maple trees. Under the dam of Shimen Reservoir, we can see rows of maple trees. From a distance, it looks like a red flame burning. When we take a closer look, it looks like a lovely maple girl welcoming us. I walked to the front of the maple tree, bent down, picked up a maple leaf, looked around and looked at its body constantly. I suddenly found that the clothes of maple leaf are so special! Flaming red, wearing a thick ribbon and serrated lace on the edge.

I came to enjoy the maple with my father, mother and sister. My father keeps taking pictures with his camera, my mother and sister are discussing the shape of maple leaves, and I draw the scenery here with a colored pen. We chatted while enjoying the maple leaves until dusk. At this time, the sun slowly sets and the golden light shines on the flaming maple leaves. This is a beautiful picture of clothes! The sun not only decorated the maple leaves with golden yellow, but also left a most beautiful and bright picture in our hearts.

I like to see maple trees in Shimen Reservoir. When spring comes, maple leaves are covered with green coats. When autumn comes, maple leaves are covered with red coats. Maple leaves are as changeable as magicians. It is really interesting! Watching maple in Shimen Reservoir in autumn is the most enjoyable thing!