Description of spring -- Description of spring Spring Jiangnan is beautiful in spring, the wind is very soft, the air is very fresh, the sun is very warm; wheat seedlings in the big fields like a sea, the starry villages are the unsinkable boat, crisscrossed by the curved river, the river willow spit out the tender buds, the edge of the reeds drilled out to put the time to penetrate the green; the river is calm, the water, from the winter's The calm water in the river, awakening from the winter's purity, by the color of nature dress up green and verdant.
First of all, the sunrise of the mountain slopes at the snow in the melting, slowly revealing the yellow and black ground, snow water moist soil, soaked last year's grass plants; covered with snow over the hibernation of the grass roots awakening resurrection over, and gradually stubborn and powerful to push away the old grass plant rotten leaves, and grow up. At the same time, in the fall of previous years, the wind shook down the seeds of grass, but also by the wet soil wrapped, in the grass to colonize the roots, fight for their lives.
This year's festival is naturally a little late, the butterflies are still very weak; butterflies, however, are so upright as soon as they are born. It seemed as if the world was indeed sweet and delightful.
There are only three or four white clouds in the sky that are not too big or too heavy, and the swallows are playing with the white clouds by nailing the little black ones on them. Nature used to look pretty and gay in the spring, like a girl looking into the future; the meadows turned golden, the autumn flowers showed their pale petals, the daisies seldom cut through the meadows now with their white eyes, the tones turned heavy, the sunlight had tilted, letting the orange-yellow and swift shimmering light, and letting the long glittering traces slip into the woods, which, like the draggled robes of the woman who bids you good-bye, are soon past. It passed quickly.
When the spring in February and March, light with the slight blowing, such as hair of the rain from the sky sprinkle for no reason, thousands of soft willows, all Shu their yellow-green eyes, red, white and yellow flowers, green grass, green leaves, are like to the bazaar-like rush to gather to form a romantic and incomparable spring, those little swallows, so clever and lovely little swallows, will also be flown from the south, to add to this The little swallows, so clever and lovely, also flew in from the south and added to the picture of the exquisite spring scenery, adding a lot of fun to the spring light. The sky is clear and the sun is shining.
Spring girl sunshine are squinting eyes. The new green leaves and the mist and smoke of the fields are like her clothes.
With the pace of her spring, the green grass, breaking out of the ground, simply to stand out of the top of the foot.
It was in the spring, on the eve of the Dai Water Festival, that we came to the Olive Dam, known as one of the "emeralds" of Xishuangbanna. When we set foot on this land from the Lancang River boat, we immediately felt as if we had come to a natural tropical garden.
Everywhere is the shade of the ramp, flowers. Walking along the paths between villages is like walking along a well-built boulevard, with only the golden light of the sun pouring down from the gaps in the dense foliage.
The spring of the year was even later to leak in the mountains. The peach blossoms were still in bloom; and the wandering clouds flew from peak to peak, sometimes stopping for a moment to keep the sun out of the way, and to teach the flowers and grasses on the ground to take refuge in its shade from the terror of the light.
The shade of the rock and the bottom of the mountain stream are covered with the vine and other anemones. Reds, yellows, blues, and purples dotted the green.
Time is like a spinning wheel. Autumn is over.
Winter is over. The gods of spring were pleased to come.
The bees and butterflies are dancing in groups, the birds are singing, and the flowers are spreading on the treetops. The south of the chlorofluorocarbon, this time has been loaded with the exuberance of the flourishing vitality.
This is the season of all trees. On the distant horizon, standing majestically, is no longer the cold winter.
The old leaves do not have to Zhai Feng, or rather do not have to make that tragic self-sacrifice to protect the trees through the cold winter. Here, even the winter sun is as bright as gold, rain is warm and abundant, and there is inexhaustible nutrients under the surface.
All the trees are dreaming their happy dreams in the breeze. Description of Summer - Description of Summer On the fifteenth day of June, the sky was feverishly hot.
As soon as the sun came out, the ground was on fire. Some gray air that looked like cloud or mist floated low in the air, making people feel suffocated.
Here certainly have cliffs, steep walls, fountains, grass, but more bizarre is that the wave of light flow of thought of the frozen lake. The lake is so blue that it reflects the reflection of the distant mountains.
In the sunset dyed in the evening, you set up a tent in the meadow near the lake, rising yellow fire, look at the stars in the clear ice lake, and the yellow fire dyed a red snow-covered mountains, simply forget the summer heat, such as in the mythical world. The white clouds in the sky are floating slowly, and the vast land is full of farmers working hard.
The soft willow is hanging low on the edge of the quiet river. The urchins at the river's edge spoiled the quiet of the river: "Look! Look! Mudskipper! This little clam mold!" Shouting laughter drifted in the morning of the blooming flowers, so one can not help but y feel the joy of summer.
Description of Autumn - Description of Autumn Autumn rains beat their faces. Piles of dark gray misty clouds lie low over the earth.
It was late fall already, and the forest's endless stands were bare, the old trees standing somberly, letting the brown moss hide the wrinkles on its body. The merciless fall stripped off their beautiful clothes, they have to stand there bald.
Autumn came with the sound of falling leaves, and the morning was as fresh as dew. The sky glowed softly, clarified and misty, so that one wanted to hear the song of a high-flying lark, just as one looks at the blue sea and thinks of seeing a white sail.
The setting sun is the wing of time, and there is a moment of supreme splendor unfolding as it flies away. So twilight.
Late autumn bottom clarification of the sky, like an endless calm turquoise sea; strong white light in the air jumping, like the sea surface of the microwave; the foothills of the piece of sorghum at times swaying with the head of the rich spike, as if fluctuating with the red water; and the decline of the yellow leaves to the field with the color of the withered. How bright autumn, here, no longer scorched earth and ashes, this is the wind of millions of mountains are covered with a red carpet of prosperity of the country.
The red pines, covered with bullet skins, are still alive, standing proudly on the high rocks, the valleys are filled with whistles, and the white hopes are flying slowly in the rice paddies. When the harsh west wind to brush the sky more and more far away; when the strangers call the head of the child looked off the last south flying geese; when the vast field of boundless grass was swayed to the plant withered yellow time - when in this time, is the fall, is the season of the trees fall leaves.
Description of winter -- Description of winter The high sky is full of stars, and the cold, dry, cold air freezes the stars as well.
My heart can not help but be sad.
3, the northern leaves, rendering a faction of how sad atmosphere! Fallen leaves dyed golden yellow, or even vermilion blue ochre. Initially fell, perhaps just so a piece of two pieces, like a two broken soul of the golden butterfly.
But then, there is a clamor of golden red showers. Then there was a carpet of gold and red under the trees.
And on top of this carpet, cast iron, like, erect bare sparse trunks and branches, piercing the distant blue sky and light clouds. 4, cold winter night, the wind stopped, but the snow fell bigger, in this windless snowy night, the small mountain village, all silent, only to hear the dense goose feather snow landing on the ground of the rustle ...... 5, some people praise the spring.
Said he woke up everything, full of life, some people praise the summer, because it has the same emotion as fire; some people praise the fall, is to see his fruitful. However, I praise the winter, winter, although it seems depressed, but it is pregnant with new life, is is resilient.
6, winter fields without the people working, they stay at home, the family sitting around the stove, smell the baked sweet potatoes coming out of the strong smell, enjoy the winter to bring them this leisure. 7, Miss Spring is like a painter, she painted the spring is incredibly beautiful, full of vitality.
Spring is so nice that trees are sprouting, such as: cottonwood trees, willow trees and so on. Mango trees are blooming.
A year's plan is in the spring, we have to cherish the spring, in the spring to set a good year of learning and struggle, for the new year to start a good head, play a good foundation. 8, peach tree, apricot tree, pear tree, you do not let me, I do not let you, are full of flowers to catch up.
Red like fire, pink like Xia, white like snow. Flowers with a sweet flavor, closed his eyes, the tree seems to have been full of peaches, apricots, pears! Thousands of bees buzzing under the flowers, the size of the butterflies flying around.
Wildflowers everywhere is: miscellaneous, named, unnamed, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, but also winking. 9, early summer, all colors of wildflowers are in bloom, red, purple, pink, yellow, like embroidered in a large green carpet of brilliant spots; swarms of bees in the flowers from the busy, sucking the stamens, diligently flying to and fro.
10, summer is a burning season. Fusion fireballs blazing in the sky, dogs spitting out their tongues, cicadas chirping irritably, tarmac being softened by the sun, fish surfacing out of the water to change air.
People sweating under the heat of labor, a sweaty cheeks back crops sun straight wilted, lazily stood there, long drought looking for manna in the fields have cracked, the farmer's heart such as soup cooking, busy pumping irrigation. Pond in full bloom of lotus like a burning Olympic torch, some buds are ready to bloom, the small lotus just showed the tip of the corner, there are dragonflies standing on the head.
In the fish fly shallow bottom of the rivers and lakes, leisure people enjoy sunbathing on the beach, and occasionally swim in the water. In time, the rain came down, pattering, rain hitting the green plum, flicked the window, a mushroom beautiful cityscape .
In the night, the clouds and rain, the moon, stars, all the music, crickets playing, frogs singing, composed of a symphony. 11, autumn may be hidden in the golden rice ears, perhaps hidden in the fire through the persimmon, perhaps hidden in the green vegetable field.
Autumn, the season of harvest, the golden season - as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer, as charming as winter. The summer is a season of change, rapid change, magnificent season, it has been staged in the exciting, magnificent history.
The same is true for the summer of life, which we are now experiencing. "Do not wait for leisure, white youth head, empty sadness!" We have to cherish when the summer season, constantly enrich themselves, so that their lives become more gorgeous, to meet the fruitful life in the fall.
13, another night or two, the autumn frost in the moon covered the valley, and then retreated to the north side of the mountains over a short stay, so that the golden early fall gently caress the earth. A slight scent of aniseed fills the sky.
And the fragrant odor of golden chrysanthemums. The fog rolls in and is broken by the September moon, revealing an azure sky.
14, I like to appreciate nature in the spring, because at this time, looking around, are already a large green, emerald green, dark green, black green, tea green.
Well, green mountains, green water, had to make people feel relaxed.
In the South, it is not necessary to go to the countryside or mountains to hear. The hissing of the autumn cicadas, and crickets and rats in Beiping can be the same, simply like every family are raised in the home of the family insects.
16, the winter fields, seems particularly empty, vast. The northeast wind in the field of an unimpeded whistling.
The pile of firewood in the village was blown up, the big tree like a strong spirit, trying to stand firm, let their own branches and the wind and the wind noise, shaking, but the branches of the front and back of a few yellow leaves were blown off. These leaves, too, as if they were afraid of the cold, rolled one after another toward the ditch and toward the feet of the passers-by.
3. Who has a description of the four seasons of the wind of the statement, each two sentences, 50 wordsPeople call the spring wind and wind, the summer wind is called the smoky wind, the wind in the fall is called the golden wind, the wind in the winter is called the north wind.
Don't look at them all as winds, but their temperaments are all very different! The spring wind, dashingly stepped in a robust pace, for distant relatives to send sincere greetings, and enthusiastically invited the southern swallow, in that straight wire and added a string of moving notes, awakened the winter sleep of small animals. Spring breeze, for the earth to send infinite fun.
The spring breeze blew, hundreds of flowers competing for color, thousands of purple and red! In the fall, the cool autumn breeze brings a touch of coolness to everyone. The leaves on the trees are like "golden rain" falling down one after another, and the mother tree is "bald".
In the field, a harvest scene, farmers uncle cut rice and wheat, while happy to smile. The hard work is rewarded with the fruit of the harvest.
The rice salute to the autumn wind, as if to say, thank you! Sorghum red face, the autumn wind blew, her face more red. Corn holding up the red tassel smiled.
Everyone thanked the autumn wind let them grow up happily. Dense cotton flowers, blown by the autumn wind fluffy, far away, like a sea of silver snow plains, and like the snow-white pearl.
Next to the field is - a piece of maple forest, like a huge red carpet spread on the ground, a red-colored piece. A maple tree upright upright, the autumn wind, the leaves issued a clattering sound, like in the applause to welcome us miles! Look, the chrysanthemums, bloom more warmly, how luxuriant, yellow, red, white, purple, one by one, a cluster, facing the autumn wind, wearing frost, fighting, fragrant, fragrant, open everywhere, simply become a cluster of colorful world.
In winter, the bone-chilling wind "whistling" blowing, the cold wind to people's sleeves, everyone straight shivering. Little girls, little boys have put on a thick scarf, put on warm gloves, walking with their heads down.
Some pedestrians put their hands in their pockets and ran fast. Though the cold wind is so harsh, it doesn't scare us because we have a fiery heart.
4. Sentences about the four seasonsI. Sentences describing spring: strolling through the fields.
The sky is blue, lofty and clear, like a big picture. The sun is golden, round and warm, quietly hanging high in the blue sky, shedding warm light.
Like a pair of big gentle hands, on my body, face gently caressing, let a person warm and comfortable. I quietly enjoy this heavenly favor.
The residual snow in front of my eyes prostrate into a pale gray color, the sun's dazzling light, like a knife, gouge it on the body of the pits, lost the previous day spread as the first beauty. The snow lowered his eyes, huddled body, silent tears to endure the pain of this heartbreaking.
The distant snow is only a thin layer, vaguely visible ground exposed. Faint green like smoke, floating on top.
The spring breeze slightly sent the flavor of spring, filled the air, wisps of fragrance straight to the nose, so that people's spirits are invigorated. As if the heart is open at the touch of a button, bared in the warm spring breeze, quietly bathing in the warmth of the sun, a trace of warmth slowly rose, in the heart of the condensation into a thick love, and spring breeze together with the release of the dream in March.
As if he had wings, he flew in the sky like a bird, and leisurely went after his dream. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
Gently shake off yesterday's clamor. Let the spring breeze sweep away the restlessness of the heart, like the old tree to stretch the stiff legs and feet, and dance with the spring breeze.
Quietly listen to the beautiful singing voice of the birds, cutting through the silent wilderness, like a song of spring, soothing the heart. Cheer with the grass, Na spring breeze into the arms, quietly enjoy the warmth of warmth.
Loves to see the remaining snow, melted into a full of fine streams, quietly left, the heart of the disappointment. Spring scenery like a small stream, quietly flowing from the heart, the heart, like being washed transparent, pure, like a round of bright moon, emitting a silver light.
The spring breeze in March, such as the young girl's soft sleeve, dancing lightly with the woods cut whispering, caressing the grass commanding voice, kissing the river brimming with light, embracing the warmth of the sun as spring. The wind softly whisked through the heart, the heart suddenly feel fresh and cozy, some floating.
Let people can not help but think of the song: "Warm wind smoked tourists drunk, straight to Hangzhou as Bianzhou." The famous poem.
It is really intoxicating spring breeze! Deeply plunged into the reverie of spring, do not realize that the setting sun's afterglow has spilled over. The reddish sunset, painted in the green haze of the field.
A piece of snow reflecting the red light, the surrounding haloed red mist, gorgeous and moving, very beautiful. The roadside willows are clad in sunlight, like a standing woman in red, in the spring breeze to show the graceful and elegant style.
Curling smoke, wrapped around the spring breeze with the evening sun, in the air to express the feelings of attachment to the spring reluctant to give up. At this time, the spring scenery is rendered to the extreme by the evening sun, the beauty of the people to stay back and forth.
The twilight colorful spring scenery, let a person some reluctance. I think, although this spring came later.
But it is still here, no matter how stubborn you remnants of winter, spring will always step by step to force you back. The natural change of seasons, is unstoppable, just like people will slowly get old, who can not escape.
However, looking at this picturesque, spring color, I am still touched. This spring came too hard, from the long with the remnants of winter in the confrontation slowly walked.
In the fight against the winter with a spring snow counterattack, the spring of that kind of tenacity, resilience. It is really touching and admirable.
When the spring breeze blew open the season's flora, pieces of flowers are pregnant with the breath of spring quietly whispering, singing the most beautiful melody of spring. The seeds of spring in the spring rain and dew and the unique gentle sunshine in March under the nurture, is accumulating strength, looking forward to breaking out of the ground at that moment of joy and freedom.
When the sun wrapped and bathed my entire body, I feel like a mother's kind, gentle hand in the caress, in a moment it will be whisked away a child childish sadness. Perhaps at this very moment, you call from the heart: let all the worries are dissipated! The world seems to be really quiet, this is a kind of quiet from the inner soul.
Second, describing the summer sentence: clear skies, the sky without a cloud, the sun baked the ground hot hot hot; a south wind blowing, from the ground rolled up a wave of heat, the fire makes people feel suffocated.
In the late afternoon, people always feel tired easily, as if they just woke up from a nap, drowsy and do not want to move. Even the birds in the forest are resting on the trees with their mouths open, not bothering to fly out to look for food.
Willow branches on the street like a disease, the leaves hang a layer of gray soil in the branches of the roll, the branches of a movement is not lazy to move, listless low hanging. The road is not a water point, dry and glittering white light.
The dust on the road flew up to a high level, connected with the gray air in the sky, forming a poisonous gray sand formation, scalding the face of the pedestrians, everywhere dry, everywhere hot, everywhere suffocating, the whole old city like a burnt brick kiln, so that people can not breathe. The dog is lying on the ground Spitting out the red tongue, mules and horses nostrils open especially large, vendors do not dare to shout, the asphalt road is melting, and even the store in front of the bronze seems to be melting.
Summer, a hot season.
These are the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world with a baby.
The grass has grown to more than a foot high. In the endless green grass, a wildflower appeared and disappeared, they are like a group of nymphs dressed in various colors, playing in the sea, dragonflies and butterflies come in pairs, hovering in the grass, resting in the flowers.
The dragonflies landed on the tip of the grass, like dolls sleeping in the cradle, swaying with the breeze. Butterflies danced among the flowers like they were competing with wildflowers.
In this garden-like meadow, a group of children are catching dragonflies, pouncing on butterflies, and picking wildflowers.
A burst of happy laughter echoed in the grass, making the grass more noisy. At a glance, this is another piece of blue, red, yellow, pink color "carpet".
This time the "carpet" pattern is changing, mesmerizing. Summer is the season of maturity, see, the garden is full of a variety of vegetables, colorful, the red tomatoes, purple eggplant, green cucumbers, are like a race in the dark like a day a kind of fast growth.
Some of them are hanging on the branches and vines like a swing; some are like a little rascal who is afraid of the sun, hiding in the fat leaves under the cool; some are like sleepy, casually crooked in the branches to sleep. Fireball-like sun hanging high in the air, baking the earth, the ground heat wave boiling face and.
5. The Four SeasonsSpring Song The wind seems to know the tenderness of the winter, the kites are hanging all over the sky, and your lips are also a faint smile in such a season of love, have you heard in the intoxicating sunshine, I stood in the wind and sang a song for you Summer Sea The sea oats gently shuttling among the coconut groves, and the sunrise woke up in the morning breeze, illuminating the moving silhouette of you. In this look at you, I forget the sea, the sky, the sparkling waves, the golden ocean, and my first love under the sun. Autumn Leaves The green spring and summer are not my hope, because you can't see me floating in the autumn wind. I'll talk to you in the autumn wind. The fallen leaves on the ground aren't helpless, but they're my deepest call. Winter Snow It's a cold night, and it's snowing again, and the snowflakes bloom quietly in the evening breeze. Although it's cold and silent, it's a warm warmth that surges from my fingertips to your heart.
The time is right, the time is right, the time is right, the time is right, the time is right, the time is right, the time is right, the time is right, the time is right, the time is right, and the time is right, the time is right.
When the rain first stopped, the orchid dripped dew, and the green weeds rode the water to report spring.
The first time I saw the movie, it was a very good one, and I was very happy to see it.
The color of the mountains is so dark that people want to get drunk, and the green wave is the best thing about the time. The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and it was the first time I had ever seen a kid.
The old song seems to have risen from the river, and the sound of Xiao is still in the window of the old man. The winter frost The cold sun is reflecting the yellow of the trees, the end of the world, the travelers are all frost.
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Spring, a vibrant, all things revive, spring is full of flavor. Look, with the arrival of the "spring girl", the cute little animals are jumping out of the run, the children also run out of the smile, with the kites to enjoy the fun of spring.
Summer is a season of change, it sometimes cry, sometimes laugh. A moment of clear skies, clear blue sky, sky high clouds, the sun is on fire; a moment of low clouds, dark, dark clouds, wind roar; a moment of heaven, thunder, lightning and thunder; a moment of pouring rain pouring,; a moment of rain breaks, the rainbow bridge flying north and south. Summer is like a child's face, changing without warning.
As soon as September arrived, there was a sense of autumn, which slipped in a foggy dawn and disappeared in the hot afternoon. It skims the tops of the trees on tiptoe, stains a few leaves red, and then leaves in a cluster of flutters across the valley.
In winter, the sky fell up goose feather snow, everywhere is a piece of white, only the pine tree is still so bright green, a little snow flakes drifting down on the top seems to be a white flower.