Children’s poems describing the four seasons

1. Children's poems describing the four seasons

Children's poems about spring Ice boat Spring rides on an ice boat singing songs Down the river rowing her boat disappears Winter spring I laid a dragnet in winter, but this crazy devil still disappeared without a trace. Spring was cold in the spring, and the smiling spring suddenly changed its face. I was so scared that I was crawling under the bed. The children's poem about summer called cicada. I have a question to ask cicada. It hides in the canopy of the tree and screams. Got it - got it - just refused to come down the dark mountain road. Fireflies carried lanterns to guide us, but the light of the lanterns was too small. The fireflies themselves went into the ravine. The bracelet Grandma Hong gave me was a pity for my wrist. The baby was too small, so I gave it to my mother. My mother said, be good and keep it for you. Mosquito. Mosquito hugged me and lay on the bed. When I woke up, I slept on the ground. Mosquitoes occupied the whole bed with their big bellies. Autumn children's poems: fallen leaves. A fallen leaf pulled Autumn on the ground and ran around with pomegranates. Someone told a joke. Pomegranate grinned so much that Autumn shook the quilt and basked in the sun. It was also afraid of the cold. It slept under the quilt for a whole day. When I went to bed at night, the quilt was still warm. The autumn grass is swept away by the wind and frost with murderous intent. The autumn grass quietly hides its seeds in the path of spring. The maple tree sews a red coat in autumn and wears it swaggering through the city. Children's poems in winter make a snowman. Make a father make a mother and make a doll in winter. It’s a snowball fight in a warm home. “Pop——” “Pop——” Dad’s snow bullets bloomed under my feet one by one and I charged. “Pop——” The snow bullets exploded on my father’s glasses. Dad was injured and had to surrender. The colder the ice sculpture became, the colder it became. The stronger I am, the cat is lying in bed with a blushing face. "Four Seasons Piccolo: Spring".

Mom, the green gauze scarf I threw by the river last year turned out to be picked up by a willow tree! ... "Bud" A small pen tip, dipped in morning snow, draws a bright yellow spring in the sun.

"Paper Boat" I want to pick a willow leaf, make a green boat, put it in the blue pond reflecting the sky, and race with the white clouds. I want to pick a peach blossom, make a pink boat, put it in the golden river reflecting the sunset, and sail away with the sunset.

However, it was still raining outside the window... So, I used a small piece of paper to make a white boat, and put it into the creek formed by the rainwater, letting it mix with the silver Let’s go looking for a piece of colorful land together with the raindrops! "Spring Rain" Rustling... rustling... Rain, gently and thinly, sprinkles on the stone road - on the small wooden bridge - on the small flowers and grass - on the roof of my house. Brother, don’t run around outside now! The sky and the earth are whispering, do you know? "Morning Glow" I believe that Tian Tian must also be a child who loves to draw, and is a little careless, just like me.

Look, he must have overturned his palette again last night - when he got up early in the morning, his hands and body were still covered with light red and golden colors that he hadn't had time to wash off... "Kou Flute" Early morning, light The brown mountains have not yet been awakened by the sun, and Cuckoo, who loves to sing, sleeps in the moist bushes and only occasionally makes one or two murmurs. In this hazy silence, suddenly, a green flute sounded sharply - I don't know which naughty child picked a blade of grass that had just grown by the mountain road and made it into a flute.

Spring, with a smile, accepted his songs. "Kite" The sky in March is so high and so light. Who tied it up with a string to prevent it from flying away? ——Let's go fly a kite! You'll know the answer then.

The wind in March dances on the roofs and clouds. Who put it in colorful clothes and gave it wings? ——Let's go fly a kite! You'll know the answer then.

"Soap Bubbles" Where does spring bring us the warm air? I know this secret, it is hidden in my mother's laundry tub - when children all over the world puff up their cheeks and blow, the hot air in their mouths is carried into the spring wind.

Where does spring bring us bright flowers? I know this secret, it is hidden in my mother's washing tub - when all the soap bubbles shine brightly and fall, the seven colors of the sun melt into the spring earth! "Marshmallow" Sister, will you take me out to play tomorrow? Don't worry, don't worry! It won't rain... Hee, guess who ate up all the clouds in the sky? "Swallow" Grandma is always busy. Every day, she takes scissors and cuts out many new patterns on colored paper. The swallow is always busy. Every year, it uses its tail to cut out a new piece of clothing for spring.

"Ant" Ant, Ant, why do you always like to crawl around in the corner? Did you mistake the sunlight coming through the cracks in the wall for a drop of honey? "Butterfly" Sister, why do the petals fly? Don't say it, don't say it, I know it! They want to bring spring to the sky without flowers! "Spider" How I want to become a spider! In this way, I can also weave myself a small silver hammock on the winter jasmine bushes. "Tadpole" One by one, the notes under the water are dreaming of a green ballad about the future.

"Flower House" A night of drizzle... Under the early morning sunshine, the flowers in the garden rushed to open the door, showing off their pearls and diamonds. ——Hey, why are you still closing the doors and windows, little white flowers? Shh... Last night, a little beetle came to my house to take shelter from the rain, and she hasn't left yet.

Look, how sweetly she sleeps under the scented sheets! "Four Seasons Piccolo: Summer".

A small petal fell on the lake, causing only a circle of ripples. As a little me, I threw myself into my mother's arms and made the whole room laugh.

"Showers" One piece after another, the baked clouds stick to the sky; like ice cream sticks to my sister's face. My sister washed her face with water. After a while, it was clean.

But the sky washes its face with ink. Oops, the more it washes, the dirtier it becomes - it is crying! Tian Tian must also be a girl, otherwise, where did so many tears come from? "After the Rain" Under the leaves after the rain, there are shiny snails hidden; in the pond after the rain, there is a watery blue sky. But why does the land become dirtier after the rain? I asked my mother, but she smiled and said nothing. She just picked me up gently from the bathtub.

Oh, my mother is just like the earth! A wet fragrance wafted out of the arms... "Rainbow". 2. Sentences for children describing the four seasons

1. The early summer sunshine shines through the dense layers of branches and leaves, and the ground is filled with sparkling light spots the size of copper coins.

2. In early summer, wild flowers of all colors bloom, red, purple, pink, and yellow, like brilliant spots embroidered on a large green carpet; swarms of bees are busy among the flowers. Suckling, sucking the stamens, flying around hard.

3. The spring sunshine is particularly bright, and Miss Chun opens her smiling face. The red beam of the sun shines over, touching you gently, like the hand of a young mother.

4. Spring is here! You see, the melting ice water woke up the creek. "Ding Dong, Ding Dong", it is like a magical singer of nature, singing a clear and sweet song, running forward.

5. In the orchard, the branches are crowded with fruits. The apples are like a child's face, red, nodding and smiling in the golden autumn sunshine. 3. Poems describing the four seasons

Spring

1. The orioles are singing in thousands of miles, the green is reflected in red, and the wine flags in the mountains and rivers are like the wind. (Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring")

2. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation.

(Du Fu's "Spring Hope")

3. The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi")

4. Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. (Su Shi's "Hui Chong's "Evening Scene on the Spring River")

5. The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face, which is not cold. (Zhinan's "Quatrains")

6. In several places, the early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, and whose new swallows peck at the spring mud. (Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake")

7. The jasper is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. (He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willow")

8. The garden is filled with spring scenery and cannot be contained, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. ("It's not worth visiting the garden")

9. It is easy to recognize the east wind, and it is always spring when it is colorful. (Zhu Xi's "Spring Day")

10. The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again? (Wang Anshi's "Boarding at Guazhou")

Summer

1. The lotus leaves that touch the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers that reflect the sun are uniquely red. (Yang Wanli)

2. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it. (Yang Wanli's "Little Pond")

3. Magpies are frightened by the bright moon, and cicadas sing in the breeze in the middle of the night. (Xin Qiji)

4. The fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good year, and the sound of frogs sounds. (Same as above)

5. During the yellow plum season, it rains everywhere, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds. (Zhao Shixiu's "A Guest")

6. The south wind blows at night, and the wheat is covered with yellow. (Bai Juyi's "Viewing the Cutting of Wheat")

Autumn

1. Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water. (Ma Zhiyuan's "The Pure Sky - Autumn Thoughts")

2. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers. (Du Mu's "Mountain Journey")

3. Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring. (Liu Yuxi's "Autumn Poems")

4. In August, the high autumn wind roared and rolled up the triple thatch on my house. (Du Fu's "Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind")

5. The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the small light fan flutters at the flowing fireflies. (Du Mu's "Autumn Evening")

6. The long wind sends autumn geese thousands of miles away, and you can enjoy this high-rise building. (Li Bai's "Farewell to the Secretary Shu Yun at Xie Tiao Tower in Xuanzhou")

7. The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, and the river maples and fishing fires are facing melancholy. (Zhang Ji's "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge")

8. When you asked about your return date, your return date has not yet been announced, and the night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond. (Li Shangyin's "Night Rain Sends to the North")

Winter

1. Suddenly, as if a spring breeze came overnight, thousands of pear blossoms bloomed on the trees. (Cen Shen's "Bai Xuege Sends Judge Wu Back to the Capital")

2. The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away. (Same as above)

3. Snow falls one after another at the gate of the camp, and the red flag flutters in the wind but remains frozen. (Same as above)

4. You can’t be seen on the mountain winding road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow. (Same as above)

5. The window contains the snow of thousands of years in the Xiling Mountains, and the door is full of ships thousands of miles away from Dongwu.

6. The heavy snow pressed down on the green pine trees, and the green pine trees stood tall and straight. (Chen Yi)

7. The scenery of the North is covered with ice and snow for thousands of miles. (Mao Zedong's "Qinyuan Spring-Snow") 4. Modern children's poems about the four seasons

1. Describing spring: "News of Spring" Author: Jin Bofeng, shaking green tree branches, water, bleaching I have been looking forward to the duck's feathers for a whole winter. Look, spring has arrived! Let us put on spring clothes, like a bird putting on new feathers, flying through the woods and up the hills. There is spring laughter everywhere. When I see the first butterfly flying, it pulls my feet and I catch it happily. It let it go lovingly.

When I see the first daisy flower, I can’t help but jump for joy. Little flower, do you still recognize me? Look how much taller I have grown! Come to the branch where last year's leaves have fallen, and wait for it to spit out new green buds; then wake up the sleeping stream, listen to it sing, and run with you. When I was tired from walking, I lay on the field with the bright sun shining above my head.

Who tickled my cheek? Ah, green grass sprouts around me again... ("News of Spring" is a modern poem written by Jin Bo. It is the first lesson of the second volume of the third grade Chinese textbook published by Hebei Education Press and Shanghai Chinese Textbook) 2. Describing spring: "I Hug" You, Spring" Author: Xu Xiyao When the snowflakes fade away, the memory is washed with green and the faded film makes your shadow appear among the flowers. You are beautiful this spring. The spring breeze combs your long hair. The spring rain decorates your smile. The spring color sketches your clothes. The spring light embellishes your beauty. You sketch the bright colors of flowers. You recall the geese flying south. The birds whisper the blessings of spring. The green willows by the river dye the thoughts of boys and girls green. I embrace you, spring! 3. Describing summer: "The Summer of Fire" Author: Shen Xiaoqi In July, the city is on fire, sluggish in the heat wave. In a corner of the sultry streets, a girl in a blue skirt is looking for a green shade. In the burning wilderness in the suburbs, a shepherd boy is chasing a white cloud. 4. Describing autumn: "Another Autumn" Author: Qingqing Xiaohe The autumn wind blows through the sky and gives me some inspiration. Just like this, the afternoon sunshine will quietly make you miss you. As warm as your clear eyes, bright and kind. Who in the world of mortals remembers your appearance? I like your orchid-like plain face, your elegance and purity, your delicate and graceful character. I like your bamboo-like character, high morale and integrity. Intellectual, free and easy. I want to play a heart song of love, sing high mountains and flowing water, and have a close friend. With ***, blue sky and white clouds, deep in the bamboo forest, I wish to let the dreams in my heart fly with you. Sending a ray of breeze and writing a note of poetry are my deepest blessings to you. My dear sister, look at the flying geese passing by. This is my gaze looking up to you. The grassland gives you a vast mind, the breeze nourishes your tired shoulders, the wind and rain washes you, the colorful petals are green, and the picture depicts your graceful beauty invites the bright moon to raise a cup of joy, hold hands all the way, the most beautiful mountains in the world, the sound of flowing water calls out deep longing, and the bright moon is still in my heart. The sisterly love is still there, the years are quiet and beautiful, and it is autumn. If you are safe, it will be a sunny day. 5. Describing winter: I love winter. Author: Tang Chenghui. I love winter. The small six-petal snowflake is a gift from Grandpa Dong to us; I love winter, the snowman built by the children is the joy that Santa Claus brings to us; I love winter, the snow-white world is the playground for the children; I love winter, the colorful cotton-padded jackets give us The snow-white world adds color; I love winter, the pure white winter.

5. Poems about describing the four seasons in primary school

Poems about spring

1. The garden is full of spring scenery and can’t be contained, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. Ye Shaoweng’s visit to the garden is not worth it

2. The oriole crows thousands of miles away and the green reflects the red, and the wine flag winds in Shuicunshanguo. Du Mu's "Quatrain"

3. Two or three branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the spring river is warm and the duck is a prophet. Su Shi·"Hui Chong "Chun Jiang" "Xiao Jing》"

4. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain"

5. Spring is coming - the sound of firecrackers eliminates one year old, and the spring breeze brings warmth Entering Tusu. Wang Anshi's "Yuan Ri"

6. Spring Rain - Listening to the spring rain in the small building all night, selling apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty. "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty

7. Spring breeze - the spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again? Wang Anshi's "Mooring at Guazhou"

8. Spring scenery - it is easy to recognize the east wind, and it is always spring with its colorful colors. Zhu Xi's " "Spring Day"

9. Spring Silence - The spring tide comes late with rain, and no one is crossing the wild boat. Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream"

10. Spring Sorrow - Asking the Lord How much sorrow can there be, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward Li Yu's "Yu Meiren"

11. Spring returns - falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai" "

Poems about summer

1. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. Yang Wanli came out of Jingci to see off the forest at dawn

2. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and dragonflies have already stood on it. Yang Wanli Xiaochi

3. The fragrance of rice flowers tells of a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard. The bright moon leaves the branches and the magpies are frightened, and the breeze sings in the middle of the night. Xin Qiji's "Xijiang "Moon"

4. During the yellow plum season, it rains every house, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds. Zhao Shixiu's "Invitation"

5. During the yellow plum season, the weather is sunny, and the creeks are full, but the mountains are full. Zeng Ji's "Three Qu Roads"

Poems about Autumn

1. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the flowers in February. Du Mu Mountain Tour

2. The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers rustle in autumn. Bai Juyi plays the pipa

3. The rustling west wind fills the courtyard with plants, and the pistils are cold and fragrant. It is difficult for butterflies to come. I would rather die with the fragrance on the branches. Blowing down in the north wind. Huang Chao's "Inscription on Chrysanthemums"

4. The autumn wind is bleak, and the waves are rising. Cao Cao's "Viewing the Sea" The dead vines and old trees are dimmed with crows, and the small bridges and flowing water are home. Ma Zhiyuan's "The Pure Sky·Autumn Thoughts"

Poems about winter (snow)

1. Build a pile of pear blossoms with snow. Next year, who will lean on the railing to drink in the early winter night of Du Mu

2. Lonely boat A man in a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow on the cold river. Liu Zongyuan's "Snow on the River"

3. The north wind blows the white grass on the ground, and it snows in August. Cen Shen's white snow song sends Magistrate Wu back to the capital

4. Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees were in bloom. Cen ginseng and white snow songs sent Magistrate Wu back to the capital

5. Thousands of miles of yellow clouds in the daytime, and the north wind blew wild geese and snow. Gao Shi Farewell to Dong Da

6. The snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as a mat, and they blow down Xuanyuan Terrace Li Bai's "North Wind Journey"

7. You are nowhere to be seen when you turn around on the mountain winding road, leaving a trail of horses in the sky above the snow. Bai Xuege sent Magistrate Wu back to the capital

8. The clouds spread across the Qinling Mountains and the snow fell for thousands of years. Listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse and the glaciers come to sleep in Su Shi's "Wind and Rain on November 4th"

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Song of the Four Seasons The warm spring breeze brings warmth and takes away the biting cold and the ruthless ice and snow. The hot summer. The golden beach. The white waves. The colorful shells. The cool autumn. The red maple leaves fall, bringing loneliness. In the cold winter, the white snowflakes float down one after another. The wind of the four seasons is gentle, with lazy warmth, it wakes up the sleeping seeds and turns every leaf on the branches green, giving the world a charming green summer.

The wind is precious, allowing the scorching sun to release the long-simmered passion. It travels carelessly through the air, making the lake surface sparkle, allowing the boat to swim in the wind. The autumn wind is mature, making the maple trees bright and bright, making the leaves resemble flying butterflies in the wind. Dance weaves new dreams with the withering of life. The wind in winter is biting. It blows snowflakes and turns into ice, which shines like gems in the sun. The snowflakes in the sky spread out and the white feathers of angels cover the earth, nurturing the hope of a good harvest. "About You" Four Seasons" Poem "Spring Morning" Pushing away the sound of spring, outside the window is a vast mist of morning mist. The clouds in the east are very low, and the green grass on the bank are all dancing in the wind. Your name is arranged into a score, spreading softly. The bluebird flutters in the melody of my eyes.

Green songs, the road covered with water and grass. You returned from the north of the Great Wall, and the wind and sand of the desert are still clinging to your clothes. You stood on the bow of the ship, and the fife blew the first "Willow Branch". Feng Sheng Shui Get up, thousands of sails and boats sail past my chest, and with the sound of your flute, my long flowing hair is combed into a small strand by your gaze, dancing on the water bank you must pass by "Summer Noon", independent in the clear clouds and clear wind , look at the butterflies perched on the branches, the old willow trees in front of the door are full of broken willows, and the hearty writing style is frustrated, and the most emotional little poem enters the wood. It has long grown up. Walking through the field ridges full of pods, imagine your fingers passing through it. My black hair is covered with mugwort leaves, and your shadow crosses a desolate or noisy country. It always arrives before the sound of cold rain. But the afternoon sun crashes into my eyes, crushing the narrow tunnel of vision. I walked through the vicissitudes of life and danced with you with my demonic virtual face. My body was covered with mossy stone steps. I couldn’t feel the warmth of June. I began to imagine the warmth of your palms close to the roots of the tree. I lay on the ground and listened. The Yin River underground is turbulent, with a depth that I cannot reach. I followed the track of the song, stopped at a cliff, and settled on an island at the end of the world. I abandoned my armor and some uncontrollable desire, and set off in a hurry, But there is nowhere to stay. They quietly seep into the bone marrow, crying out in pain forever in the dark night. Because you have always doubted my definition of beauty and the description of butterflies in "Autumn Twilight". In the fluffing autumn wind, books began to be bound. Looking at the boundless depression and hazy dusk, the reeds on one bank turned white and met the wind and frost. They are the old feathers shed by high-flying migratory birds with no date to take off. They can only be bridesmaids with fallen leaves and can only be decorated in a thread. In the ink painting, the long axis from the south of the Yangtze River to the north of the Great Wall is rolled up, leaving a thousand pages of blank space. But write your name on the title page, wrap it in oil paper, and silently stuff it into the drawer of the years. "Winter Night" The sun is extinguished at dusk. The lights and hustle and bustle stepped out of the threshold and were eclipsed in the snowy plateau. I clenched the sickle in my hand and started harvesting from the moment I met you. The poems are arranged in lines, blocking the years and wind and frost from youth.

There is no need for a trace of brilliance and no extravagant hope. Before freezing, your boat will still row to my door and be buried by the days. It will disappear from all sight. Just shake hands and say goodbye, easily ignoring the seasons and crawling day and night. Among the mud of words, like grass and grass, settling in the soil, some thoughts remain unchanged, and other thoughts arise. You are always behind the narrow time and space, lifting the station of the soul through the intertwined algae, and all the familiar smiles The concept makes the night close to the ignition point and the distant temperature boils the winter snow. The chaos of cross-transposition causes endless panic. I must empty my heart from time to time to prevent unbalanced burning and bursting. Supplementary ancient poems: "Spring Night Happy Rain" by Tang Du Fu Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.

At night, the clouds are all dark, and the fire on the river boat is only bright. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.

, "Evening Scenery of the Spring River in Huichong" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty. Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. The ground is covered with wormwood and reed buds are short, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.

Quatrains "Song Dynasty Monk Zhinan A short canopy is tied in the shade of an ancient tree, and a staff and quinoa help me cross the east side of the bridge. The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the wind from the willows blows on your face, which is not cold.

4. "Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple" Song Yang Wanli After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.

Wan Qing "Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty lived deep in Foujia City, and the spring was gone and the summer was still clear. God's will is to pity the quiet grass, and the world will be clear at night.

Also add high pavilions and small windows. After the bird's nest is dry, its body becomes lighter when it returns.

Sleeping in Early Summer》Song Yang Wanli The plums drip with acid and splash on the teeth, the bananas split green and cover the window screens. The day is long and I fall asleep with no thoughts, watching children catching willow flowers.

Chinese Valentine's Day, Du Mu's silver candle, the cold autumn light painted on the screen, a small fan fluttering, fireflies flowing in the street, the night is as cool as water, lying down watching the Altair and Vega, Mid-Autumn Festival, Du Mu's twilight clouds are overflowing, the cold silver man turns the jade plate silently, this life, this night, there is no bright moon. Where can I read the quatrains next year - Du Fu Two orioles sing at the green willows, A line of white dew rises to the blue sky. The window contains Qianqiu snow of Xiling, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu.

Jiang Xue----Liu Zongyuan Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared. A man with a coir raincoat in his lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.

Plum Blossom----Wang Anshi There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. I know it's not snow from afar because there is a faint fragrance coming. Jiang Xue, Liu Changqing, Liu Zongyuan, the owner of Furong Mountain when it snows. At dusk, the Cang Mountain is far away, thousands of mountains, birds are flying, the sky is cold, the white house is poor.

Tens of thousands of people’s traces were wiped out. Chaimen heard the barking of dogs, the lonely boat and the man in the coir raincoat, returning home on a windy and snowy night.

Fishing alone in the snow in the cold river. 7. Sentences for children describing the four seasons

1. The early summer sunshine shines through the dense layers of branches and leaves, and the ground is filled with sparkling light spots the size of copper coins.

2. In early summer, wild flowers of all colors bloom, red, purple, pink, and yellow, like brilliant spots embroidered on a large green carpet; swarms of bees are busy among the flowers. Suckling, sucking the stamens, flying around hard. 3. The spring sun is exceptionally bright, and Miss Chun opens her smiling face. The red beam of the sun shines over, touching you gently, like the hand of a young mother.

4. Spring is here! You see, the melting ice water woke up the creek. "Ding Dong, Ding Dong", it is like a magical singer of nature, singing a clear and sweet song, running forward.

5. In the orchard, the branches are crowded with fruits. The apples are like a child's face, red, nodding and smiling in the golden autumn sunshine.