Spring is so nice! Spring is a beautiful bride, new from head to toe. The spring rain rustles and beats everything. This is a beautiful song of spring rain. Hearing this, the grass sprouted; The flowers blushed with laughter; The tree grows new leaves ... and the small animals come out to join in the fun like waking up. Look, the fish are coming out of the water to chase and fight; Little ants play on the grass for food; Swarms of butterflies are dancing among the flowers. Not far away, people were raking and sowing in the fields with hemp fiber and hats.
What a nice summer! Summer is a naughty boy. You see, just after spring left, he ran out alone to make trouble. I saw him take a deep breath and blow to the earth, and suddenly the rice fields were dark green and the rice flowers were flying; Fruit trees are flourishing everywhere and full of fruits. Happy frogs are playing drums in the fields, and cicadas are blowing suona on the branches. The water in the river is blowing in summer, and the children are playing in the river naked. The sound of water and laughter spread far away. ...
Autumn is so nice! Autumn is a mature guy, golden all over. You see, when he walked through the rice field, the rice was dyed golden yellow; Walking through the orchard, the fruit smiled; Walking through the vegetable fields, melons and fruits are fragrant ... people harvest grains, pick fruits and melons. Everyone's face is filled with a happy smile.
What a nice winter! Winter is a strict old man, wearing white clothes, walking gloomily on some desolate land. Wherever the old man goes in winter, it's all ice and snow. Usually lively little animals seem to be afraid of him and hide. Only those brave people understand his kindness. They ski, make snowmen and have snowball fights in the snow.
The four seasons are really good! How can we not be happy living in such a colorful family?
2. 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 catch 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 are floating, 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 tree stands 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.
Choose a seasonal composition among the four seasons. Some people like blooming spring, some people like hot summer, some people like biting winter, but I have a soft spot for fruitful autumn. Autumn in the countryside is a golden world. The fields are like golden carpets, the ears of wheat are fluttering, the children are playing in the fields, and the farmers' uncles are all laughing happily. This constitutes an idyllic scenery in autumn, which is really intoxicating. In the morning, the horizon was a fish-belly grey. Uncle rooster woke up and started his work. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. The village was full of excitement, and Grandfather Sun slowly climbed out from the east. When the first ray of sunshine shines on one side of the sky, mother bird comes out to look for food. The village is very lively-birds are chirping, dogs and kittens are chatting, and farmers' uncles start their day's work. They all carry it. At noon, everyone went home for dinner. After dinner, adults will take a nap and children will catch small insects. Their faces are full of happy smiles! In the evening, these rural families take tables, chairs and meals to the yard and eat them in spacious places. After dinner, they usually sit in the courtyard dam and watch the stars. Autumn wind is very comfortable, as soft as gauze. Finally, people who have worked hard all day are full of happiness and fall asleep! I love autumn, and I love this beautiful pastoral autumn picture.
4. Choose one of the four seasons. Some people like spring, some people like hot summer, some people like biting winter, and I just have a soft spot for fruitful autumn.
Autumn in the countryside is a golden world. The fields are covered with golden carpets, the ears of wheat are fluttering, the children are playing in the fields, and the farmers' uncles are all laughing happily. This constitutes an idyllic scenery in autumn, which is really intoxicating!
In the morning, the horizon was a fish-belly grey. Uncle rooster woke up and started his work. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. The village was full of excitement, and Grandfather Sun slowly climbed out from the east. When the first ray of sunshine shines on one side of the sky, mother bird comes out to look for food. The village is very lively-birds are chirping, dogs and kittens are chatting, and farmers' uncles start their day's work. They all carry it.
At noon, everyone went home for dinner. After dinner, adults will take a nap and children will catch small insects. Their faces are full of happy smiles!
In the evening, these rural families take tables, chairs and meals to the yard and eat them in spacious places. After dinner, they usually sit in the courtyard dam and watch the stars. Autumn wind is very comfortable, as soft as gauze. Finally, people who have worked hard all day are full of happiness and fall asleep!
I love autumn, and I love this beautiful pastoral autumn picture!
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When the autumn girl arrived, it was crisp in autumn, and the geese flew south, one moment in a row, and the other in a row in a row of people. White clouds are flying in the blue sky. I like this golden autumn show, and I prefer the fields in autumn.
Walking on the boulevard leading to the field, I saw that the trees on the roadside had withered and yellow leaves were falling. Yellow leaves are all over the earth, and when you step on them, you will make a rustling sound. Although the grass is yellow, it is full of vitality underground, and it will flourish again next spring. Poplar leaves on the roadside fall slowly from the trees like dancing yellow butterflies.
Soon, I came to the field. Wow, Miss Qiu has already played! Look, Gao Lianghai proudly holds his head high and raises the torch. It is gorgeous in Qiu Guang, just like a flower bed covered with brilliant jewels. Its upright pole, huge and red ears, like drunk, was blown by the breeze, and its huge leaves fluttered with the wind, as if waving to people. Look, every tree has corn that is more than one person tall. Some even have "twins".
In the endless fields, the rice has matured. Looking around, it looks like a long and wide yellow carpet. At first glance, it is full of intoxicating gold. Under the sunshine, it is more and more dazzling, as if the ground is full of gold. Wow! No wonder the farmer uncle who cut rice was so happy that he couldn't keep his mouth shut. Looking at this fruitful achievement, who is not happy to blossom! Huh? South of the rice field, what is glistening? Ah, what a big cotton field. Snow-white cotton is like a peach in a gray cotton leaf. No wonder people call them cotton peaches! Chubby cotton peaches spit out clouds of white cotton wool, as soft as cow hair.
Ah! I love this autumn, especially the golden fields in autumn.
5. Choose any of the four seasons to write a 200-word essay (Grade One). In winter, Miss Winter woke up the heavy snow and danced with a wand in her hand. Heavy snow has fallen from the air, and the roofs and trees are covered with thick snow, as if covered with a layer of cream cake, which makes people drool; Snowballs on the treetops are rolling on the tree, some are sliding on the slide, and some are talking to the little tree: "Little tree, are you cold?" Let me be your quilt! "The roof is covered with slender shiny icicles, which are as transparent as glass and as sharp as swords.
I'd like to take it down, but I'm too short. I can only watch the water drop by drop on the icicle. On the hillside, wild chrysanthemums exude a faint fragrance. I should smell a fragrance from a distance. It is really tempting! Look carefully, there are white, yellow, red ... colorful colors, very beautiful! The leaves of Sophora japonica and poplar are all gone, only the bare trunk is shaking in the wind, as if to say; "Wild chrysanthemum, you are so beautiful."
Wild chrysanthemum said, "Although I can blossom in winter, I can't blossom in spring and summer." The pine and cypress beside it are green.
So they asked evergreen pine and cypress, which stood guard every day like a guard in the forest, not afraid of wind and rain, not afraid of cold, like a mighty and arrogant sentry, always protecting animals and never giving in. Under the hillside, there is a winding river, like a silver scarf.
The children are still wearing scarves, hats and gloves. Some people are making snowmen, others are throwing snowballs. What an interesting time! Winter is really the season of flying snow and white clothes.
6. Write a 200-word essay in one of the four seasons (Grade One). In winter, Winter Girl woke up the heavy snow. She danced with a wand in her hand, and the heavy snow fell from the air.
The roof and trees are covered with thick snow, as if covered with a layer of cream cake, which makes people drool; Snowballs on the treetops are rolling on the tree, some are sliding on the slide, and some are talking to the little tree: "Little tree, you are cold."
Really? Let me be your quilt! "The roof is covered with slender, sparkling icicles, which are as transparent as glass and like a sharp, glittering sword. I'd like to take it down, but I'm too short. I can only watch the water drop by drop on the icicle.
On the hillside, wild chrysanthemums exude a faint fragrance. I should smell a fragrance from a distance. It is really tempting! Look carefully, there are white, yellow, red ... colorful colors, very beautiful! Sophora japonica and poplar
All the leaves on the tree have fallen, only the bare trunk is shaking in the wind, as if to say; "Wild chrysanthemum, you are so beautiful." Wild chrysanthemum said, "Although I can blossom in winter, I can't blossom in spring and summer."
Ah. "Next to Song Bailv. So they asked evergreen pine and cypress, which stood guard every day like a guard in the forest, not afraid of wind and rain, not afraid of cold, like a mighty and arrogant sentry, always protecting animals and never giving in. Under the hillside, there is a winding river, like a silver scarf. The children are still wearing scarves, hats and gloves. Some people are making snowmen, others are throwing snowballs. What an interesting time!
Winter is really the season of flying snow and white clothes!