Which season is the best for writing a composition all year round?

1. Ask for essays on the four seasons (any season is ok) 500 Autumn angels come to nature wearing autumn mist cool shirts as thin as cicadas. Before the earth could fold the fog clothes presented by the angel, she waved the magic pen and mixed red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue and purple. Then, sprinkle passion on everything. When the fog cleared, the rising sun was surprised to find: Oh! It is greeted by a golden school!

Walk to the levee, stroll along the field path, and take a closer look at the edge of the cotton field: the heavy cotton peaches bend the branches, and the cotton peaches sound like two bells, as if they are "jingling" and the cotton leaves are wet. Many cotton peaches spit out white cotton wool, and there are some small pearls on the cotton wool, which are crystal clear and bright. Leave the cotton field and come to the corn field. It is more lively here. Look! A plant is more than one person's height, with a horn-shaped corncob more than a foot long on the thick stem, and the corncob shows golden teeth. Who doesn't like it? Hey, look! How delicate the corn is. There are drops of water hanging on the leaves, much like pearls. The slight wind blew gently, and the corn seemed to feel a little cold. It trembled a few times, and some pearls suddenly got into the soil. You might be sorry, right? Don't! They fall to nourish fertile land and contribute to people.

In autumn, she became old, happily left the trees and threw herself into the embrace of the earth, turning it into fertilizer. There is no hymn, only the autumn wind blows gently; Without epitaph, the earth is home, and trees record its achievements. It used its own dedication, in exchange for the fruitful results of autumn, and won the infinite vitality of autumn with its own life. What a noble spirit of sacrifice!

Autumn-filled with the joy of harvest, pregnant with the hope of success, ah, autumn is really beautiful!

2. Ask for a short essay about 500 summer nights in four seasons (any season is ok).

One night in summer, my father said that he would take me to Huanglian Village for a night outing.

We each got on our bikes and set off, talking and laughing, before we knew it, we arrived in the suburbs.

At this time, a bright moon hung high in the air. Looking around, I was shocked by what I saw: how quiet and vast the fields are! The irritability during the day disappears instantly. In this quiet field, I heard another beautiful chorus. Who took part in the singing? I held my breath and listened. Ah, the actors are frogs, crickets, crickets, crickets, and yes, the Weaver Girl. They sang and sang affectionately with their professional, wonderful and well-trained songs, praising this night in beautiful countryside! "If only I lived in the village! Every night, I can hear concerts held by small animals in the grass. " I can't help yearning, and I can't help smiling. At this time, my father said to me, "shall we get off and walk?" "good!" I readily agreed.

After we put the car away, my father took me to a dark field. When I got closer, I found it was a lotus pond! I saw the lotus leaves in the pool are thick green and dense, and pink lotus flowers are drilled in the gap. In the moonlight, the lotus is white and pink, and each petal is as big as my palm. A lotus consists of five or six petals. There are many kinds of lotus flowers: some are like shy little girls. I clearly saw them hiding under the round lotus leaf with red faces, trying to come out and say hello to us, but embarrassed and coy; Some are bold. She leaned out curiously and cocked her head as if to ask us, "Where are you from?" ; Some are like arrogant little princesses, admiring their beautiful images on the lake and turning a blind eye to us; Others stand high on the lotus leaf, like slim girls, spread out their wide skirts and gently nod to us in the breeze, as if to say, "Welcome!" " ".The breeze blows over the face, and a wisp of fragrance permeates the whole body. I think I am a lotus, all pink and all fragrant! I feel like a little bee, flying in the fragrant lotus pond, shuttling between pink elves, making friends with them and talking to them. ...

This is my father's voice in my ear: "It's late at night, we should go back." My father and I reluctantly left the lotus pond and rode back.

Charming spring

Spring is a beautiful and charming season! Look! Green * * * flows everywhere and is colorful. It is obvious that this kind of spring color is difficult to adjust on the painter's palette-this kind of color is really rare. Spring is like a naughty child. If you touch it here and do it there, the earth will turn green. With the blue sky as the background in spring, white clouds are not only pure, but also varied. Baiyun is sometimes like a docile white sheep, sometimes like a playful lion, and sometimes like a lively little white rabbit. In the park, birds chirp and sing, just like dancing. Needle-like buds grow on bare branches. The grass sticks its head out, the flowers in the flower bed smile and nod at the naughty children in spring, and the flowers bloom again. The willows by the river are like slim girls. White clouds are moving gently, birds are enjoying the cool breeze, and flowers are dancing in the flower beds, showing jade-like beauty and fragrance in their respective places. Willow girls comb their beautiful long hair with the help of the breeze. The Spring Festival Gala is better. The original blue sky turned red, and the pure white clouds turned into bright red roses, blooming one after another in the sky. They are so bright … everyone is intoxicated by the beautiful scenery in spring! Ah! Spring is really a beautiful season! So cute!

3. Write a composition about the season in the first day of junior high school. It is best to write something that you like or are impressed with or are unique and good at in that season. I like winter.

I like winter, because the scenery in winter is beautiful. When I opened the window in the morning, I saw the earth was white, just like Snow Girl put a white cotton-padded jacket on the earth. I like white winter. White symbolizes purity.

I like winter, because we can play many games in winter. For example: making a snowman, skiing, skating, skipping rope, having a snowball fight ... among them, I like making a snowman best. Every time I roll a big snowball as its body, then roll a smaller snowball as its head, and then cut the leaves into circles to make eyes, carrots as its nose and brown sugar paper as its mouth. Next, make hands with two branches, and then cut the leaves into triangles to make buttons. Finally put on the hat, and the snowman did it. We play games around the snowman and take photos with him ... I like winter, because we will celebrate the Spring Festival soon in winter. Spring Festival is our children's favorite festival. We can wear new clothes, have lucky money from adults, and have a wedding reception! Happy Spring Festival.

I like winter, although it is not as green as spring, as gorgeous as summer and as fruitful as autumn. But I still like winter, like pure winter.

I like winter, I like the chill that runs through my whole body, because it makes me feel my existence, makes me feel alive, just like I like staying up at night, and makes me feel that I am still thinking. Because of this, I like to stay in the north, not because I don't like the beautiful scenery in the south, but because I prefer the roughness in the north to the beauty in the south.

I like winter.

When it comes to the four seasons, people pay more attention to the praise of spring, summer and autumn. Spring is coming, it's beautiful, birds and flowers are singing. When it comes to summer, it is a tree-lined pond. In autumn, it is cool and fruitful. Only winter leaves people with a bleak and desolate scene. Many people will say that winter kills the green, drives away the gorgeous and traps the mood … but I think winter is the most beautiful.

Snow is the best gift for people in winter. Snowflakes fall gently from the endless sky, one after another, fluttering, one after another, as white as silver and as clean as jade, like jade leaves sown by fairies in the sky, and like dancing butterflies. Xie Daowen, a poet in the Jin Dynasty, wrote in Ode to Snow: "The difference between salt and air can be simulated, but catkins are not caused by wind." Snowflakes are like fine salt and catkins in the eyes of poets. Snow gives people infinite reverie. Can you say that winter is not attractive?

Snow falls on the earth, a vast expanse of whiteness, and what kind of world is wrapped in white. Reciting Jiang Xue by Liu Zongyuan, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, I seem to see an old fisherman driving a boat, wearing hemp fiber, covered with snowflakes and hanging a fishing rod, leisurely teasing the fish in the river. Faced with such a picture, can you say that winter is not romantic?

The campus after the snow is full of vitality everywhere. Students make snowmen, have snowball fights, "create" in the snow, "run wild" in the snow, find two small stones as eyes and a small wooden stick as nose, fall down and stand up again, and the footprints form a messy picture in the snow. Red face, red hands and silvery laughter echoed in the campus. Can you say that winter is unhappy?

Snow covered the wheat field with a thick quilt, indicating a bumper harvest in the coming year. Winter gives us longing and expectation for the coming year. "If winter comes, can spring be far behind?" Can you say that winter is not full of hope?

4. Write down the composition of seasons. When is the best season to write about spring? Every corner of the earth is full of the breath of spring.

On campus, there are beautiful Lu elephants everywhere in spring. Willow pulls out thin willow silk and embellishes it with yellowish leaves; The grass grew with the fragrance of the earth, and clusters of bright green flowers stretched themselves, yawned and leaned out their little heads; The children took off their heavy winter clothes and put on light and bright spring clothes; Birds fly out of the house and sing beautiful songs, telling us that spring is coming!

Spring has really come. In the pond, in the fields, in the sky, everywhere is full of vitality. The scenery of nature has also become colorful. On a sunny day, the warm sunshine shines on the body and the soft spring breeze blows on the face, which is both warm and comfortable; On rainy days, spring thunder explodes from time to time, which is both thrilling and * * *.

The scenery in spring is so beautiful that people's mood is even better in spring. I have been bending all winter, my back is straight, and my cheerful smile is full of hope. The park is full of excitement again. Young people who take pictures, old people who fish and children who catch insects are all intoxicated in the embrace of nature and linger on.

People are busier in spring. As the saying goes, a year's plan lies in spring. You see, in the streets of the city, busy figures shuttle back and forth, and farmers sow the seeds of hope in the fields of the countryside. On the wall of the classroom, there is a curriculum for the new semester. There are many fruits of knowledge in the new book waiting for us to collect.

I love spring. I like to smell the flowers, see the new green of the trees and listen to Xiao Wu's songs. I love spring because it is full of vitality and new hope!

5. Which season do you like best all the year round? Please hold the flowers in the autumn wind in a certain order. This autumn comes early, but it is like the lotus step of the 28th woman, and the gorgeous yellow leaves cannot bear to fall. I don't know the name of the red vine crawling over the fence. Every time I walk on this path, I can't help watching. I think my expression must be happy. I am rendered by ancient poems here.

As if autumn wind loves this season, it is soft and warm. The sunshine warms my skin just right, and the whole person can't help getting drunk.

So I smelled the fragrance of chrysanthemum, fragrant and fragrant, colorful and fragrant, the more fragrant, the more fragrant. Since Tao Yuanming chanted chrysanthemum, "Fang Ju opened Lin Yao, and Song Qingyan lived in it.

After Dongli planted chrysanthemums, chrysanthemums were introduced as bosom friends by ancient China literati. Imagine what a surprise it would be if first frost suddenly lost its Biwa and plantain overnight, and the lotus withered, red withered and green fell, leaving only "Chrysanthemum rose alone".

No wonder Gao Qi, a poet in the Ming Dynasty, sat in a secluded porch and wrote poems in the autumn when "people want to get drunk in autumn, but the cold fragrance ignores the butterfly prophet". At this time, if there is wine, a confidant, singing the wind and enjoying chrysanthemums, the opposite is the beloved, with almond eyes and peach cheeks, eyebrows and lips, always referring to slender, smiling like spring, or his eyebrows are long and handsome, and his eyes are drunk and his clothes are fluttering, what kind of amorous feelings this scene should be.

Of course, it is best to find the meaning of chrysanthemums and enjoy the fun of life in a beautiful place with high clouds and light winds after all the flowers have fallen, which is beyond ordinary people's understanding. Su Shi praised the chrysanthemum as "light in muscle and weak in bone", which even made the plum blossom glow. The poet Qu Yuan regarded chrysanthemum as the juice of life, savored it carefully and wrote the ultimate charm of chrysanthemum.

Li Shangyin's "secretly lavender, harmonious and harmonious" highlights the graceful posture of chrysanthemum. Ancient women were intelligent and affectionate, and they also compared their hearts with chrysanthemums. For example, Zhu's "Soil flowers can be white and red, and you can still love this work at night.

I would rather grow old with fragrant branches than dance with yellow leaves in the autumn wind, which tells me that I am the same as chrysanthemum. The ambiguity of Li Qingzhao's sentence "The wine in Dongli is faint and fragrant after dusk" is already a sincere love for chrysanthemum. In any case, the ancients in China wrote the fragrance, charm, heterogeneity and strangeness of chrysanthemums, and decorated a chrysanthemum world with infinite personality.

Only Chao's chrysanthemum poem "the rustling west wind is planted all over the courtyard, and the cold butterfly is hard to come;" If I were Di in the next year, I would like to report: On September 8th, peach blossoms will bloom, the last chrysanthemum will stay, and my flowers will also bloom; Tianxiang pervades Chang 'an, and the city is full of golden flowers. "Chrysanthemum has been given a lot of murderous look, which makes people feel scared. I'm always a weak woman, so it's hard to regard chrysanthemum as a golden helmet.

And "how many people have not returned, watching the autumn wind through the fence." What we really want to see is chrysanthemums with independent branches in the frost, so that we can finish the journey of life alone. Since chrysanthemum has so many meanings, its name must be elegant. The names given by colors are: Empty Valley Spring, Out-of-Valley Oriole, Jade Crab Ice Plate, Green Dress and Red Skirt, etc.

Or they are named after petals to distinguish their shapes, such as "Lotus Scaring the Wind" and "Pine Hanging Snow". There are also flowers named after their shapes, such as "Golden Thread Hanging Beads" and "Ten Foot Beads Curtain", as well as historical figures and stories, such as "the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon" and "ChristianRandPhillips Drumming Instrument".

There are countless wishes and interests hidden behind one flower, which is thought-provoking. Chrysanthemum has many practical values besides ornamental and immersion.

Can be used as medicine, wine, tea and health care. Kim, the most popular neo-romantic leader in South Korea, interprets chrysanthemums as the taste of love, pure and romantic.

Autumn wind and autumn rain make people sad, geese fly over the autumn sky and the wind is returning to the pond. The wind is crazy and the years are like arrows. How many things happened? Autumn moon, autumn night and long autumn days. The night is so deep that people can't sleep. There are a few sparse stars outside the window, bright moon in the sky, but cold. The bright moon can't dispel people's hatred, and it is bound to penetrate the clouds and scatter that 10 thousand light on the lush treetops in the high places. The mountains in the distance are even more cold and boundless in the night, and the west wind that barely brushed the fence during the day.

It's already late at night, and I can see some fireflies inhabiting in weeds, shrinking, perhaps dreaming of summer. In the night sky, a wild goose flies by, even if it loses its companion, wandering and hovering. Occasionally, I heard one or two sharp chirps, and the clothes that cut through the night suddenly passed over the treetops and suddenly disappeared.

At this time, there was a faint sound of bamboo in my ear, but when I listened carefully, it was so melancholy and cold, like a mottled twill on a marble column. Whose woman played the harp and whispered to me that autumn was coming.

Autumn has come, Dongting Lake is full of autumn tides, and many heroes have been wiped out between ups and downs. Although the autumn wind is so weak and boneless, it still blows down the once leafy trees near Dongting Lake. Listen: Does the sound of leaves falling into loess resound through Ma Xiaoxiao like swords and gunfire? Look: Is the figure of the long-sleeved teenager standing in the water as leisurely as a symmetrical tree? But why is there a faint sadness in his brow? Whose wonderful eyes filled his heart? Who attracted his attention with her beautiful singing? Is a beautiful, dressed Luo, dancing not far away with a drunken smile, but why is there a trance-like sadness in her mouth? Who and whose love made her so sad and confused? I also heard the sound of banana being slapped by autumn rain, red, bright, a little, a little, like crying; I also saw the wrinkles of moss blown by the autumn wind under the steps, which were green and faint, little by little, like smoke and fog.

Going back to books is like dreaming, but it's hard to get back to your heart. No one appreciates the sky and moonlight. It's very cold this autumn. This autumn night is full of mangroves and silence, and I can hear the cold air blowing from the clear corner. It's empty Autumn is difficult, and the storm is coming. Might as well miss it. That spring, peach blossoms were in full bloom.

That year, it was agreed that the leaves of the plane would fall. Autumn worries people.

The tearful woman in the red chamber stood alone in front of a residual lamp in the bleak autumn wind and autumn rain tonight, listening to the autumn rain dripping from the autumn window to tell the autumn feelings, and then moving the red candle to the depths of the painting screen could not hide the impulse.

6. A composition of four seasons: spring, summer, autumn and winter. Beautiful spring is coming. How beautiful! This is a season of revival. Cold-blooded animals such as snakes, bears and frogs have stopped hibernating and climbed onto the ground to enjoy spring. In spring, birds sing, flowers bloom, grass sprouts, swallows fly back to nest, and spring restores a colorful atmosphere to the earth. Even the spring rain and thunder keep coming to report spring for us. Spring is a good season for sowing, and farmers' uncles are taking advantage of this. There will be a good harvest in autumn. Spring is not as dry and hot as summer, nor as cold as autumn, nor as cold as winter. Spring is a vibrant and energetic spring. This reminds me of our mother, who is like the earth. When she gave birth to us, we had life. The return of spring means that everything will start again and all life will start again. People can like spring. Give people a new beginning, new harvest, new life and new hope. With the arrival of spring, the earth is completely green, from appearance to heart, the whole spring is covered with green. This spring not only gives people new life, but also gives people new hope. I like this beautiful spring. The rainy season in summer is coming again, hot and rainy! Summer is here and it's raining.

The wettest season in a year is hot summer! Although my English name is "Rain", which means rain, I don't like relentless storms, but I like the lovely rain in Mao Mao! I like summer, but I don't like summer. Why? Please calm down and let me explain. I like summer, because in summer, we can play on the golden beach, swim in the endless sea, get close to the sunshine anywhere, enjoy family happiness with our families, turn on the air conditioner at home, play computer, watch TV, eat ice cream and travel in the world of books.

And there is a long summer vacation, in which we can do anything we want, review and play! Even my birthday is in the summer vacation, which is of course one of the reasons why I like summer! I don't like summer because there are often storms in summer, sometimes it is a red warning, sometimes it is a yellow warning, and even a black warning when it is serious! Whenever we hear or see the weather forecast that it will rain, everyone is afraid of getting wet. It is because of this downpour that people around us are worried and fidgety.

How many parents have to endure worrying about their children's pain, we will get wet and even have a fever and a cold. Sometimes when I have a class, it suddenly thunders and rains, so this class can't go on, because the students' attention is outside the classroom ... for these reasons, I like summer and I like summer! Listen, I just finished writing when it began to rain outside. Am I right? This is a real rainy season! The geese flying south in autumn tell people that autumn is coming.

Chrysanthemums in autumn are in full bloom proudly. There are red, yellow and white ones.

Red is like fire, yellow is like gold, and white is like jade. Their shapes are different, some are naughty and lovely, while others are solemn.

It's amazing. "Cold Ling Alone" Only plum blossoms are in full bloom in winter, and only chrysanthemums are in full bloom in autumn; We learn from the strong will of plum blossom and the positive spirit of chrysanthemum ... Autumn is the harvest season. Look, on the apple tree in the orchard, many big and red apples are hanging high on the tree.

The grapes on that vine are big and purple. It looks really mouth watering. The two pomegranate trees are covered with red pomegranates, and their bellies are bulging, and some of them are bursting. It seems that they heard some funny jokes and laughed.

Pomegranate seeds with thin skin are white and red, shining like pearls. Put it in your mouth, it's sweet and delicious.

In the field, there is a bumper harvest everywhere: cotton is as white as snow, cotton branches are covered with peach-like cotton, and dozens of flowers bloom on a tree, which makes the cotton branches bent; Rice is as thick as chopsticks; Heavy ears of grain nodded frequently; Full sorghum red is like fire ... In autumn, the coolness and breeze make people feel that winter is approaching step by step. Autumn is also the time when leaves show their charm. At this time, an autumn wind blew, and the leaves on the tree put on golden evening dresses and danced romantic dances in pairs.

At the last moment of their lives, they left beautiful memories ... Autumn can not only bring good news of harvest, but also give people the courage and strength to make progress. The breath of winter quietly came to the world, and he blew the whole world into powder. He blows snowflakes like goose feathers, he blows people's love for winter, and the happy atmosphere permeates people's hearts. "ah! What beautiful snow! " I can't help crying from the bottom of my heart! Looking up at the rustling snowflakes, I opened my mouth to stop the fluttering snowflakes. Pieces of cold snowflakes turned into water drops and flowed down my cheeks, which made me feel the cold beauty of winter. It is beautiful, beautiful but not empty, so it makes people relaxed, beautiful and charming, and makes people intoxicated in this snow scene. Finished learning, wow! What a magnificent snow scene! After the snow, the earth is wrapped in silver everywhere, which has become a crystal fairy tale world. Rows of trees proudly bloom with "silver flowers" full of trees, shining with moving white light under the sunlight. I am reluctant to part with the fairy tale of snow, but many delicate silver bars hang down from the bare willow branches. It's really "like spring breeze, night comes, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees"! Different from pear flowers, silver bars seem to have a spring scenery again, just like the beautiful piano sound of dulcimer. Jade chips falling in succession reflect the colorful sunrise and dress up this wonderful world. The magpies on the branches are also intoxicated with this vivid snow scene and stop for a long time, just like a handsome man spreading his wings and disappearing into the white world. Snow is for me.

7. Four Seasons Composition Choose a season to write (how to write in winter) More than 500 words Jiangnan in spring is beautiful, the wind is soft, the air is fresh and the sun is warm; Wheat seedlings in the field are like the sea, scattered villages are unsinkable boats, criss-crossing winding rivers, willow branches by the river spit out buds, and reeds are green as soon as they come out; The calm river wakes up from the simplicity of winter and is covered with the color of nature.

First of all, the snow on the Chaoyang hillside is melting, slowly revealing the yellow and black land. Last year, snow water moistened the soil and soaked grass plants. The hibernating grass roots covered with snow wake up, forcefully and gradually push away the old grass plants and rotten leaves and struggle to grow up. At the same time, the seeds of plants and trees falling with the wind last autumn were also wrapped in wet soil, rooted in the grass and fought for their lives.

This year's solar terms are naturally a bit late, and butterflies are still very weak; Butterflies are so tall and straight when they are born. It seems that the world is really sweet and comforting.

There are only three or four white clouds in the sky, which are not too heavy. Swallows nail little black children to play on them. Nature in spring looks beautiful and happy, just like a girl looking forward to the future; The grass turned golden, and the autumn flowers showed their pale petals. Daisies rarely cut the grass with white eyes now, but the color is getting thicker, and the sun has tilted, allowing orange and sudden light to make long shiny traces slip into the Woods. These marks will soon pass like a robe dragged on the ground by a woman who said goodbye to you.

In February and March of spring, the light blew slightly, and it began to rain in Mao Mao inexplicably. Thousands of soft willows relaxed their yellow-green eyes, red, white and yellow flowers, green grass and green leaves all came like people at the fair, forming a brilliant spring. Those little swallows, so cute, so cute, also flew from the south. Wan Li is clear.

Miss Chun squinted in the sun. The new green leaves and the fog and smoke in the fields are like her clothes.

With the pace of her spring, the green grass broke through the ground and stood out almost with her feet. The climate in Xishuangbanna is like spring all year round, but spring is still the best season.

It was spring, and on the eve of the Dai Water-splashing Festival, we came to an olive dam called Emerald in Xishuangbanna. When we set foot on this land from the boat of Lancang River, we immediately felt as if we were in a natural tropical garden.

There are trees everywhere and flowers everywhere. Walking on the path between villages is like walking on a well-built tree-lined road, only the golden light of the sun shines through the cracks in the dense leaves.

Spring is surrounded by mountains, and it does not leak. The peach blossoms there are still in bloom; Wandering thin clouds fly from one peak to another, sometimes stopping for a while, in order to block the sun and teach the flowers and plants on the ground to avoid the threat of flames in its shadow.

The vines and other ferns grow in the shade under the rocks and beside the bottom of the mountain stream. Red, yellow, blue and purple grasses are dotted on the green.

Time is like a spinning wheel. Autumn has passed.

Winter has passed. The god of April comes with pleasure.

Butterflies are flying in groups, birds are singing in groups, and miscellaneous flowers are blooming in the treetops. At this time, the southern countries of chlorine and fluorine have been unable to carry strong vitality.

This is the season when all trees win glory. On the distant horizon, it is no longer the winter that stands tall.

Old leaves don't have to worship or make that tragic self-sacrifice to protect trees from the cold winter. Here, even in winter, the sunshine is as bright as gold, the rain is warm and abundant, and there are inexhaustible nutrients under the surface.

Ten thousand mu are dreaming their happy dreams in the breeze. Describe summer-describe the day of June 15 in summer. It's too hot.

As soon as the sun came out, the ground seemed to be on fire. Some Feiyun, like clouds, like fog and not like fog, are floating in the air, which makes people feel breathless.

There are cliffs, steep walls, fountains and grasslands, but what is even weirder is the sparkling ice lake. The bottom of the lake is blue, and the reflection of distant mountains floats on the lake.

In the evening, when the sunset glow disappears, you set up a tent on the grass by the lake, raise a pile of yellow fire, watch the stars in the ice lake in Ming Che, and watch the snow-capped mountains dyed red by yellow fire, and forget the heat of summer, as if you were in a mythical world. White clouds are slowly floating in the sky, and farmers in twos and threes are working hard on the vast land.

Gentle willows hang on the quiet river. The urchin by the river broke the silence by the river: "Look! Look! Loach! This little clam mold! " In the morning when flowers are in full bloom, shouts and laughter float in the air, which makes people deeply feel the happiness of summer.

Describe autumn-describe the autumn rain hitting their faces. 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 trees stand gloomy and brown moss covers its wrinkles. Ruthless autumn stripped them of their beautiful clothes, and they had to wither and stand there bald.

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.

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. What a beautiful autumn! Here, it is no longer scorched earth and ashes. It is a bustling place, and Qian Shan is covered with red carpets.

Korean pine covered with elastic skins is still alive, standing proudly on the high rocks, whistling in the valley and flying slowly in the rice fields in vain. When the steep west wind brushes the sky higher and higher; When the stranger's child looks at the last south flying goose; When the boundless grass on the vast field is swaying and turning yellow-at this time, it is autumn, and it is the season when trees fall leaves.

Description of winter-Describe that the sky is full of stars in winter, and the frozen stars are frozen in the cold and dry air. The warm sunshine is here.