Composition: There is no limit to the number of words in the composition about spring, summer, autumn and winter, and more is better.

I looked up at the starry sky, fixed my eyes on the most dazzling star, let the wind open its arms and let my clothes hunt, quietly watching the spring, summer, autumn and winter tumble and sublimate in my palm, and finally calm down. Counting the time line in the dark night, suddenly looking back, my face suddenly became cold. I opened my hands and waited for the black to dissolve me.

I was born in spring, and I walked out of my mother's arms, with a pair of open arms behind me, ready to support me at any time. My mother's smile aroused the spring breeze. Through my thin and thick childhood, I gradually learned to run, jump, pursue and learn ... so I began to learn. Stepping on flowers, bathing in the spring rain, the ideal is fermented in the spring mud. At the first dawn, loudly "Confucius said the poem cloud"; On a sunny afternoon, the shadow accompanied me to sweat on the runway; In the wet midnight, review, review, review ... In my sleep, I saw lush trees. Every leaf illuminates my eyes, and every grain gives me upward tension. Spring is for midsummer. When the weather gets warmer, bookcases are piled up.

The autumn wind is blowing quietly on this land.

In this way, autumn is coming. Walking alone in the campus, a cool breeze brushed my cheek, with the fragrance of flowers and plants. Is it sweet? Looking up, the leaves on the tree are a little yellow, and the wind blows a few pieces of Ye Er dancing in the air, as if dancing with the autumn wind. Charming dance makes people have infinite reverie, many poets have been intoxicated by it, and now I am fascinated by it. I am not full of literary talent like a poet, nor can I write countless moving movements like a musician. I am just an ordinary person, and I only know how to appreciate such a slightly sad scenery.

Those yellow Ye Er flying all over the sky will eventually fall to the ground. That moment is the end of its life. Maybe no one cares about it anymore. Perhaps, we can only wait until the cleaners collect them and eventually turn them into fertilizer to nourish the green leaves in the coming year. So is our life. The former lays a beautiful landscape for the latter, waiting for the latter to bloom more brilliant flowers. Li Qingzhao once said: "Life is an outstanding person, and death is a ghost." A poem full of soul is most suitable for this situation!

Last autumn, only a few people were walking on the path to school. That feeling is most suitable for autumn, bleak and deep. At that time, I always remembered the various styles of autumn sung by literati, which endowed autumn with 10 thousand feelings. There is the sadness of Li Houzhu, the king of national subjugation, that the moon is like a hook without a word, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the deep courtyard in the clear autumn, and there is also the sadness of Yi 'an laity that flowers float with the water. No matter who you are, there will always be some feelings in the face of autumn, which can't be finished and can't be explained clearly. Even the "Double Ninth Festival" and "Dongli Bar" can hardly stop the autumn "curtain rolling west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers". Even so, I still deeply love her persistence, with sadness and joy.

The happiness of autumn comes from the fact that autumn is also a harvest season. After a year of hard work, we can get a bumper harvest in autumn. For us, at that time, we can also relax ourselves and enjoy the fruits of a year's hard work! So I think autumn is like life, with happiness and sadness. If it is monotonous, it is not perfect, and autumn perfectly explains all this!

In autumn, the maple leaves on the mountain are red, and the sentence "Frost leaves are red in February flowers" is the best compliment to autumn.

Feel autumn in the autumn wind!

three

This time, in autumn, I came to Jingzhou to find peace.

I am not in the mood to watch the performances of omnipotent bears, funny dogs, funny monkeys, steady sheep, tame tigers and docile lions; I am not in the mood to appreciate the folk dance in Taiwan Province Province, which shows the Gaoshan culture, brave hunting and enthusiasm for welcoming guests, which confirms the lyrics that "the girls in Alishan are as beautiful as water, and the teenagers in Alishan are as strong as mountains"; I am not in the mood to stop and observe the specimens and flying butterflies in the insect museum and butterfly museum; I am not in the mood to throw myself into the noise of the playground; I'm not in the mood to recall the suffocating, busy and compact life-I'm here to find autumn and its tranquility.

So I crossed the suspension bridge and stepped on the floating rope, which can be described as "crossing the bridge and crossing the water" and finally came to the foot of Jinshan, the highest mountain in the park.

The rocks and steps are receding rapidly. The surrounding scenery, stone carvings flash by, I don't care about these, I think it's easiest to find peace at high places.

Compared with the saying that "the autumn rain is cool" in the north, the autumn in our south is cold without warning, which makes people unable to understand. It rained a while ago, but it didn't get much cooler. It's also sunny. Compared with today's temperature, it feels obvious-not to mention at the highest point. There is a pavilion called Lianding. As the name implies, it is high. At this time, there is quite a feeling of "it is too cold above"-the cold wind is blowing! Fortunately, it's not winter now, the cold wind is not biting, and I insist on sweeping everywhere. Alas, there is a kind of "at a glance". You can practice foresight here. In the distant sea, I was a little intoxicated by the hazy pictures of ships, Gulangyu Island and Jinmen Island. It's a pity that it's chilly here, and my heart and thoughts can't calm down at all. After a while, I couldn't stand it. Hey, I hurried up and down. Very quiet. Why did you just flash and disappear? Where are you?

As the saying goes, "it's easier to go up than down", and some steep steps make me have to slow down. This may be a coincidence. I found those intriguing words on the stone carvings all tell the truth of being a man: take a good road, do good deeds, not be greedy, not be impatient … Zen! Well, if you have a calm Zen mind in the world, I believe there will be no bad mood.

Oh, look at that lotus pond. Lotus has four colors: purple, white, red and pink, which are in harmony with the green lotus leaf. At this time, the flowers are not fully open. Like wine glasses, they stand slim on the water, making tourists half drunk.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up, because the purple bougainvillea took root and sprouted in the barren rocks, and it was in full bloom proudly, because the green pine trees insisted on the hard rocks blooming in the wind. I have to sigh the wonder of nature.

Looking back at the forest, a little bare rock appeared in the forest. The range of green is large! Green is still in the grass, but it is not oily, it is dry green. The grass is not soft to the touch, it is frozen. I deliberately touched the tip of the grass to prick people, but it is still different from the feeling of stabbing people with strong grass in summer. Look around, there are other small plants on the ground. Most leaves are oval, soft and lovely.

Xu Lai is cool, and the waves of Sun Moon Lake fluctuate randomly. Who made the cold water elves so obedient? Walking on the road, the warriors of Gaoshan nationality sat quietly by the roadside; From a distance, the Dutch windmill hovered over several big stones in the distance, and several pieces of running water were stuck on the tops of these big stones. The water slid down the rock wall and slowly melted into the pool without splashing. Hey, how come I just found out now that peace is hidden on the road and in the noisy scenery.

My friend poked me: "What's the matter? Look at your silly appearance. " I came to my senses and didn't answer him, although I knew in my heart: today, I was at peace.

Summer is a season full of passion, warmth is accompanied by faint pain. I want to put all my savings in summer and spring, and it should be a bright star in hot summer, which will cross the night sky and illuminate everyone's eyes when people are sleeping. I run in the shade of the tree, releasing my passion in my way, and the oblique sunlight is scattered on my face through the leaves. Running all the way, I tore open the spider web that wrapped my whole body, exposed my true self to the sun, let it be tested, and ran a vigorous race against time. In the torrent of the times, I am full of pain, but I still have faith. I continued my frivolous dream in the crack of cicada singing, still standing on the hill shouting loudly and laughing loudly, "I didn't fall, I am still me." This is the summer of life, a complete interpretation of youth.

In a blink of an eye, Xiangshan is the girl in "Seeds of Love", blushing, smiling so warmly with summer scars, so persistent and envious of others. I stepped on the fiery maple leaf and entered such a warm and indifferent season. The first trick is to touch the fruit aroma that makes people dizzy, mixed with a little salty taste-the harvest season is full of temptation. Fortunately, in such an environment, I just want to be a person with a faint face, so that I have enough rationality and silently adhere to a persistence and pursuit. Sit gracefully at the table, licking the scratches on your body along the way, and let your thoughts wander freely in the quiet words, detached from things. Sometimes I will take a laundry list, step on the sunset and pick the seeds of spring among the clouds, and work hard in summer. When you are idle and lonely, just put your feet on the footprints of the past to see if it is still appropriate. Until the maple leaves dyed red all autumn, the red butterfly peeped at the feelings between my strokes outside the window, and imperceptibly became my curtains, until they were buried in winter and returned to the original.

Wrapped in a tight coat, I walked out of the house like a snake that had slept all winter. I greedily let myself breathe fresh air, and my mind is particularly clear. I stuck my wings in the snow and exhausted the last essence. I danced the last waltz in the snow for a whole winter. Light dance steps in the snow draw regrets in spring, recklessness in summer, and memories I miss in autumn. In winter, I ruthlessly took out a map that I had walked through, and drew the road sections that I had wandered, hesitated and lost with dazzling red strokes. At this time, I gently put my head on the shoulder of memory, listening to its heartbeat, feeling its body temperature and stroking its angular face. Until I was extremely nervous, I fell down on the snow with great excitement, looking at the deep and shallow footprints behind me, dreaming of the glorious years ahead, and finally stepping on memories, standing on tiptoe and desperately looking at the road under my feet, climbing step by step to another spring season.

Time, space, place and people are all ignored. We have come a long way, learning, struggling, harvesting and reflecting. Cycle after cycle, year after year. Every season has its own mood. Seasons do not allow us to disturb the order, but they are not boring or rigid. It's like life gives us a piece of paper, which is only that big, but it can be painted with gorgeous, ghostly or cold colors along the track of the heart.

Some people think that life is short, and the gray area in his life is full of fear of death, and there is nostalgia for material and emotion in his bones. Since the length of life is a foregone conclusion, people live for a hundred years, but the ruler to measure the width of life is in our hearts, and I "live for another 500 years" in my heart.

four

It's another summer evening. The sun is scorching the earth, and cicadas drag their long voices to push the noise and heat of summer to a climax. Night began to rise on the horizon. My mind is slowly expanding. How I look forward to returning to my childhood and my hometown Sanlipu.

I was only four or five years old. My uncle and I live in the country.

What I look forward to most is when the sun is going down, which is the busiest time at home.

"Elder sister, wash the pot quickly." Grandma gave me a reminder and began to prepare dinner.

My elder sister is a very gentle and graceful girl, ten years older than me, and a girl to be married. She is the most beautiful in the family, with a oval face and a high pick. I remember when I was a child, whenever she was free, she would comb her long braids and buy some flowers to tie on her long black braids. One step, long braids jump behind your ass. I always hold my own "Tianpao" braid and tie colorful knots in big braid around her. At this time, grandma, who is making a fire by the kitchen, always tells me to leave the kitchen anxiously. One is afraid of fire, and the other is afraid that it will affect my sister's cooking.

I ran into the yard as usual.

There is a big pagoda willow in front of the door. In my careful eyes, that tree can be used as a ladder. Brother Xiaoqing once said that you can touch the stars when you climb up. Very thick, very thick. Every summer, a happy bird nests on the branch. Brother Xiaoqing said that there are several small eggs with hemp shells now, and before long, the baby of the bird will be born. I always look at the fluffy bird's nest with concern at dusk, hoping to find the birds first.

Of course, after a while, my eyes were attracted by a group of ducklings (actually only three or four). They are no longer yellow velvet, and the color of ducks is not good in summer. When they walk, they shake their wet tails and sing all the way home in hoarse voices. I don't like them very much. It's just that I like Xiaoqing's brother walking behind the duck very much. He is about three years older than me. At home, I trust him the most and like to follow him the most. I like to watch him drive the ducks into the fence and order them to eat. Just like magic, when he calls, the ducklings will worship his little basket. Brother Xiaoqing called the duckling's name and pulled out a small clam shell (probably touched in the pond or by the ridge). He broke the white shell, squeezed out the fresh pink mussels and cut them into pieces with a small shovel. The ducklings can't wait to appear around. When they cut it, one or two ducks were holding it in their flat mouths, so greedy. Some of them hold Xiaoqing's brother's hand. Brother just patted him gently and fed him patiently one by one.

This is my quietest time. I want to put my hand in to help, but I'm afraid the ducks will peck at me, so I'll revolve around my little brother.

The sun's feet are moving slowly, lengthening the shadow of willow trees in the yard.

As usual, my little sister was the first to be sent home by my uncle to help. We are Nemesis and enemies. As long as we are together, there must be a story, and often she loses me in the end. No, I just got back from cutting rice in the field. Before I washed my feet, my grandmother gave an order: "Little sister, you should give Pinger a bath at once. It is getting dark. "

My little sister always pouts and mutters reluctantly into the kitchen. It's very hot in the kitchen. She will take the ladle from her elder sister and scoop a big ladle of water in the water tank. We all say that cows drink water and eat a lot. At this time, grandma joked that it would be more economical for her to carry a bucket of water, which touched her stubbornness. She really went out with a bucket. She is not tall. She was less than ten years old then. Although she and her sister were born by the same mother, they have different styles. Little sister has dark skin, round face, especially big eyes and strong body. She is a good worker in this field and just wants to win or lose everything.

When she came back with a bucket, she was in a hurry and went straight to the kitchen without looking around. She only heard a sound of "wave", and little sister bravely poured a bucket of water into a surprisingly large water tank. Big sister just sipped her mouth and laughed out two small dimples. Just thinking that there was no one around, Little Sister quickly scooped out hot water from the small hot tub on the stove. The stove was very high, and every ladle was hard, but she scooped it into the iron bucket without spilling it, and then carried half a bucket of hot water under the locust tree in the yard, dragging it half and half, and soon moved it to the big wooden basin. Then, I was in trouble-I became her pawn.

As long as she brings a soap towel, I haven't undressed yet, and she won't tell me much, just pat my ass. Of course, I heard my loud cry in the small yard. She won't coax me. As usual, grandma only blames the elderly. She just ignored it with a straight face. After helping me take it down three times and two times, I began to pour cold water and hot water into the wooden basin and adjust it. She is extremely careless. Every time my grandmother teaches her to put cold water before hot water, she often puts hot water first. I like water very much. As soon as there is water, I can't wait to put my foot into the basin. As you can imagine, what was the ending: I was burned and she was scolded. I have no memory, and neither does she. Grandma scolded her for this many times, but every summer evening, my little sister bathed me.

After I took a shower, she often had tears in her eyes, so she just wiped it and carried me to a small bamboo bed in the middle of the yard to enjoy the cool.

At this time, the yard has been shrouded in the shadow of the house and willow trees. Mosquitoes come out of nowhere. All the chickens and ducks in the yard are in the nest. As usual, it's time to burn cigarettes to repel mosquitoes again.

Brother Xiaoqing will take out a hollow target made of straw from the kitchen and light it with fire, but he can only see smoke but not fire. This is a bitter experience for Xiaoqing's brother. The straw in summer is dry. He always lights the straw and sees only flames, not a trace of smoke.

At that time, my uncle's family lived in poverty. My aunt has been dead for more than seven years. There are five children at home. My grandmother is 70 years old and takes care of things at home. My uncle and brother Qing work in the fields to maintain things. My other cousins and I have lived here for a long time.

Everything at home is intended for use. Save it if you can. Reduce if you can. Brother Xiaoqing blames him for not turning dry straw into smoke. At this time, the young lady will put down her work, pinch a dustpan of firewood scraps from the place where the firewood is placed, sprinkle some water, and then gently pour it on the burning firewood pile, and the smoke will roll out.

As long as the wind is right, it will make people cry, and their eyes will be too sour to open. There are really fewer mosquitoes. However, as soon as you leave the smoke, you will hear the buzzing of mosquitoes. This is a symphony peculiar to the countryside at dusk.

Smoke rises from the kitchen stove, and the dusk is getting thicker. The sun couldn't stand it any longer and finally fell into the mountains. Brother Daqing came back with a plow on his back.

My brother anniversary is about fifteen years old. He is the most popular. As soon as he went to the street, it was almost time to come back. As long as you stand on the embankment at a distance, he will call your name and wave the small cloth bag in his hand. There are many delicious things in that cloth bag. Sometimes it's hard candy, sometimes it's ice cream, and sometimes it's twist. Of course, I won't forget my grandmother's medicine, my uncle's cigarettes, my sister's favorite ribbons or flower buttons. He can always remember everyone's preferences and satisfy everyone with the least money. So, when he came back from work, everyone called him. Every time, he always grabbed my "Tianpao" braid, then packed his tools and washed his feet in the pond with a towel.

Xiaoqing also took advantage of this time to take a bath, change clean clothes and sit on the cool bed. Big sister began to set the table for serving. She can always cook delicious food. A bowl of pickle soup is really appetizing. I must have tasted the soup for the first time before eating it, and the sour taste still remains in my mouth. There are also tender soybeans fried with Chili peppers, which make people sweat, but they don't want to let go. One of the spoonfuls is so spicy and fragrant that I have never tasted it again. Of course, there is no meat, but it is more enjoyable than meat.

We either lay down or sat on a wide, cold bed, and grandma came out of the shower. My grandmother is a woman with little feet, walking on crutches and moving three inches of golden lotus, but her movements are not slow. She is a famous strong woman in the commune. Her husband died very early, and she raised four women and two men with two hands. They are all married and have raised one grandson after another.

Grandma can finally rest in the yard. As far as I can remember, she likes to walk to the riverbank near her home on crutches and look forward to the return of her relatives. As long as she sees the shadow of a relative, she will be happy to report to us on the levee. Her voice is so loud that half the team will hear it.

Every time my uncle comes back, she will shout loudly for elder sister to have a good meal quickly. We children are hungry, but no one will say anything.

Our dinner started without sunshine, but in the boundless moonlight. This is a real country dinner.

Grandma is very happy. She sat by the bed on crutches, fanning us with a big leaf that never leaves her hand in summer.

Uncle finally appeared in the yard. He is not tall and looks older than his age. My uncle doesn't talk much, but his words are reasonable and he often educates us. Therefore, as long as I see my uncle, I dare not go out into the atmosphere. But my uncle is a very real person, and his love is strict. He is the backbone of this family. We all respect him. When he comes back, he always says, "Don't wait for me, let's eat."

However, grandma's rule is that everyone must arrive before dinner begins.

Brother Daqing finally came back from the pond. He must have gone swimming. Grandma said he stayed there too long. He always smiles. Sometimes he would carry a tail fish from behind to scare us, or loudly tell stories he heard by the pond. Because, when men come back from the fields in summer, they all like to soak in the pond for a while. At this time, there are no women by the pond. What are they like by the water? Only my grandmother often tells my two sisters not to go to the pond at this time.

My uncle put away his things and answered my grandmother's questions, all about harvest, crop growth and work points. Then, wash your face, wipe your body a little, and sit on the table at once. Dinner's on—

When the moon is bright, it doesn't shine, but only lights the oil lamp for a while on a moonless night.

My grandmother likes to help people get food best. She always makes her uncle sad with a lot of vegetables. Every time my uncle always says that she is not too hungry, she puts them in our children's bowls. Xiaoqing's brother is a very gentle boy. Every time my grandmother is afraid that he won't have enough to eat, she tells him that there is food in the pot. Of course, every time grandma will use a spoon to pack her favorite soybeans for her little sister. Grandma seems to have a sense of happiness when watching others eat. She seldom eats vegetables herself. While eating, I looked around to see if my second sister, who was a private school teacher in the village, had come back.

The summer heat in the yard has subsided, the wind has cooled a lot, and the stars in the sky are sparsely dotted in the sky.

At this time, my drowsiness came. Brother Daqing always teases me by grabbing my pigtails, and my grandmother quickly comes to feed me. My little sister often lied to me and said, "If you don't eat quickly, you'll have no food.".

My uncle said, "I want to touch my little belly with my hand to see if it bulges." I must put on a wooden support and eat my stomach. Sometimes, I fall asleep with the last bite of rice in my mouth. ...

The dusk in the country makes me nostalgic, and the human feelings in the dusk make me unforgettable. Although my grandmother and uncle are not in the same world with me now, although my cousin and cousin are married, how much I miss the best memories of my childhood they gave me.

I can't forget the willow trees in the yard at dusk in summer, the thick tobacco and the spicy fried soybeans. ...

five

Give the lonely thoughts to the falling raindrops, and then follow the melody of time to pick up a rainbow after the rain. Walk into the open and bright field of vision and start looking for the faint fragrance of spring. You are a green lyric ditty. Give me a heartbeat song. I have an appointment with Spring. Holding the golden key of the season, the clouds calling me home are still floating in the sky; The fiery sunset overflows the waiting new lake in low meditation, and the golden fruit of life hangs on the trees in Yuan Ye, holding the sky and an ancient and brand-new legend. A peaceful experience There will be a peaceful meeting. The moon can testify that I have an appointment with Spring! Time is the cycle of four seasons, facing the warmth of green and the lingering of yesterday; It is not that we have no choice.

The clear wheels roll slowly and forcefully into the depths of the season, longing for years to add color to themselves. The joy after understanding will be occupied by the footsteps of spring. In this warm sunshine, I hold a bunch of faint purple roses, ah! Spring. I have an appointment with you. The valley is green and fragrant. Sit in the dew and listen to yourself. What year was this dream? How slender and beautiful it is. Sitting on the wings of the wind, sitting in the sunset. Listen to the moon crow. Listening to the ribbon as light as water, I set off a blue wave. It seems that after waiting for a lifetime, I was carried away, and even the sound of flowers exhaling could not be heard. This is the style of spring breeze! I will go there to look for such softness. Like a long-lost piano piece?

Use your twigs slanting down from the bud to inquire about the news of spring; Touch my budding poem with your beautiful eyes escaping from the jade curtain. How I want to lean on your dreams and count the days that have passed away. Tell me: Do all relationships contain the same bitterness and sweetness? Everything has to do with you. Gorgeous dreams exist forever; Then, at the moment you turn around, walk into your smile, okay?

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