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Selected essays and poems about the four seasons?
The rings of the years mesh with each other, and the footsteps of the four seasons pass by again. The following is my collection for your reference.

Chapter 1: Four seasons are like songs.

spring

The grass is dressed in green, the flowers are painted in carmine, and the willows enjoy the crisp birdsong.

Tired blowing in the wind, laziness is gone forever, I hope I can laugh at the spring breeze!

Miss Chun, how beautiful!

Hughes shawl, fragrant, exciting, blushing with excitement!

A song, a natural voice, four seasons,

I danced for a while, and now I'm dressed. The mountains are quiet and the water is clear.

Pear blossoms embrace snow, bee and butterfly play, the building bends and flows rapidly,

Yan Suiyun, echoing, the warm spring color is getting stronger!

Fields, plowshares, scalpers and shouts come into the picture together.

The vast fertile fields, under the sun, are playing another colorful season. ...

summer

The bosom friend sings, the cuckoo sings, and the white clouds on the top of the mountain walk in a hurry.

The mountains are green and blue, and the water is red.

Corn leaves, jointing and heading, grow proudly in the drizzle,

Fog covers the rock pine, clouds shake the moon, summer wanders, and people are passionate!

Bees are buzzing and dancing in beautiful places.

Butterfly wings are flying among the flowers,

The green branches are flourishing, the green leaves are heavy, and a song is warm and shocking!

The flute is long and Shan Ye is hazy.

The shadows of the stars and the moon are embedded in the night.

The tranquility of the heart lake reflects the clear water, and thoughts fly freely.

In the lower part, orchids are fragrant, beautiful and elegant, jade and ice are clear,

Looking at the screen window, the trees are swaying, and thousands of thoughts touch the window lattice!

In the distance, the mountains and rivers in my hometown blur my vision.

Gradually, in front of you, a lot of ink and wash appeared!

There, cut red and cut green, colorful, dazzling, Liu Cuihua red,

When an ordinary piece of paper was signed, my heart spread out and I was moved by thousands of people. ...

autumn

The sky is crisp, the clouds are light and the wind is light,

The heart is relaxed, free, happy and laughing.

Golden ears of grain, swaying honestly, ran into farmers' dreams!

Qingxi, still playing on the rocks,

Bitan, bearing a piece of falling red,

The mountains are reminiscent of poetry,

The building was dyed red by fallen leaves,

Feng Dan dances, Ye Qiu sings, and mountains and rivers listen to the wind.

The songs of harvest, singing red branches, are full of fruits and full of fragrance,

Melodious suona, playing water waves, mountains and lights!

White clouds, blue sky, strict array and autumn wind all sigh:

Drums, harps and pianos express heroism, and the four seasons are in the process of reincarnation and progress. ...

winter

The winter solstice is covered with thick frost, and the snow dances in the west wind.

Leng Yue is speechless, the earth is pure,

Have a cup of tea and listen to a Sanskrit in the afternoon.

Cloud water meditation listens alone,

Let the boat of the mind reach the dead of winter,

Quiet enjoyment, quiet and solemn Leng Yan,

Joy, clear love,

Under the snow, the shadow of flowers lurks,

Under the ice, * * * surging!

Silence and deep overlap,

Persistence and vigilance * * * glory

Let the scenery outside the window,

Half in your eyes, half in your heart,

Look at the circle of life, which is being handed over here.

Winter rhyme is silent and ends at the end of the year.

Singing the end of the four seasons, but you are still.

Desolate, vigorous, persistent, firm,

No regrets, take it easy,

Holding autumn scenery in the left hand and the spring breeze in the right hand. ...

Chapter Two: Ode to the Four Seasons

early spring

The breezy night is warm,

Light rain moistens and softens.

The first yellow buds of white grass,

Spring flowers are in bud and laughing.

spring

The grass is green and the leaves are abundant.

Liu is full of money.

Peach, plum and apricot blossom set each other off in red,

Bees are flying, butterflies are dancing and white birds are singing.

summer

Rain and dew moisten seedlings,

The grass is green, the flowers are bright and the trees are lush.

The sun is like fire, everything grows,

Bees fly, butterflies dance and birds sing.

autumn

One night, the wind roared on the floor.

Tie the cold to another season.

Chrysanthemum held its head high, Ao Shuang was bullied,

The fruit in the country is lower than the branches.

winter

Northerners greet winter with a smile.

The cold wind makes pride.

The natural scenery wrapped in silver,

This axe is really great.

There are many kinds of window patterns in the morning.

There is endless fun on the ski resort.

The lamp of Ice City is world-famous.

Winter and snow become friends of many guests and friends.

Chapter 3: Love you all your life.

If you have the right to choose love

I won't hesitate at all.

I will like flowers in spring.

The secret seed of love

I will like the hazy moonlight in summer.

Whisper the sweetness of acacia

I will like the gorgeous maple leaf in autumn.

Accompany the road and never give up.

I will like blue silk and Bo Xue in winter.

solemn pledge of love

Friend, I will fall in love with you.

Love you all seasons if.

You acquiesced in my right to love.

Chapter four: lilacs in full bloom in all seasons.

Lilacs, scattered in the beautiful season.

Bundle, cluster

Gather and disperse into flowers.

Lilacs bloom in every season.

Flowers are thick, covered with flowers, and sink into the ocean.

Fragrant, hidden cloves

Cann't go away

It's a little fluctuating. Flow slowly.

light colour

Pink with white or purple

Hazy eyes evoke memories.

Color, approaching in the distance, simple light.

Memories are unremarkable.

Every flower season, lilacs are scattered all over the floor.

A season of flowers and fragrance.

In memory