Spring: I don't know when it began to rain, gently, but I can't hear the sound of falling, like a wet smoke, gently moistening the earth.

Xia: The summer sun is like a big fireball, so hot that people have nowhere to hide.

Autumn: the autumn wind is bleak, and the forest is dyed golden; Walking in this dense forest in the sun really has a unique flavor.

Winter: It's cold and windy in winter. Bare trees, like bald old people, can't stand the northwest wind and sway in the cold wind.