Season

Living in this small city, there are four seasons in a year, four distinct seasons, cycle, every season I have experienced and experienced year by year, the charm of spring, the enthusiasm of summer, the richness of autumn and the sanctity of winter. Sitting in front of the window and looking at the trees outside the window, they are green and yellow, yellow and green, which remind me of the change of seasons. I know that the days are in my watch, in the busy day by day, when I was bored and dazed, when I was happy or melancholy, I slipped away from my fingers calmly and calmly. 12 months a year, May to August is the most wonderful season in my memory, and the rest months are very vague and indifferent in my heart, because the inherent resistance to cold froze my memory of these months. I longed for warmth and sunshine, and I was a happy person under the sunshine. And May to August is the most sunny day of the year with all things blooming. I love the feeling that the sun shines on the Earth, and my heart is full of hope and longing. When the sunshine spread over the Earth generously, everything in the world is lovely at this moment. How lovely the sunshine is, even the poorest people can get its caress. In the cloudy days, my heart will unconsciously generate an unspeakable loss. I don’t know if it means that I am is a person who is afraid of loneliness and loneliness subconsciously, I tried my best to resist the cold and yearn for sunshine, but was this feeling born? I don’t know. September is an awkward season in my impression. It is the beginning of autumn and the Prelude before winter comes. At this time, the sunshine is still sufficient, but there is no temperature. What to wear becomes the most troublesome thing. If you wear too much, it will be hot, but if you still wear it like summer, it also makes people feel the chill of the bleak autumn wind. In this season, my mood is always very melancholy and entangled, full of nostalgia and reluctance for summer, and helpless for the coming cold, my heart is mixed with the feeling of helpless flowers falling away. Autumn is a rich season. The fruit trees are full of rich fruits, and the precipitated wheat ears swing with the wind in the autumn sun. There is a scene of harvest in the fields, but this season is also the season when everything begins to be depressed and withered. Withered and yellow leaves are flying and falling in the autumn wind, blown far away by the wind, like children abandoned by their mothers, in the end, Only The Lonely Tree branches stood lonely in the autumn wind, making people sad. The pattering rain was like the endless tears in the sky, beating my heart bit by bit, and the autumn wind teased me, lifting my hair and skirt jokingly, heart-felt wish as if in 1.1 point to disappear, sinking, thinking about the coming winter, surged within left. However, when winter really came, my mood was unusually calm instead. I was no longer entangled in the bitterness that I wanted to stay but couldn’t stay, and faced the ubiquitous cold calmly. When winter really comes, I always tell myself: those who should come will come and those who should go will go. There is really nothing to be sad and nostalgic. Everyone loves seasons differently. Some people like summer, but some people can’t stand its enthusiasm, while some people like winter, sitting by the fire and dozing, there was steaming soup on the fire. The hot air was dense in the room. It was a pleasant thing for the whole family to sit around and chat. There is no season like winter that makes people more sentimental and cherish the warmth of home. There are fire, hot soup and children’s smiling faces at home, huddling in the bed and listening to the north wind roaring outside the window, snowflakes drift away, and the cold of the north wind can be resisted by human warmth. Because of the cold, people get closer to each other. May is my favorite season. The sunshine at this time is not as hot as summer. The flowers bloom. The trees draw out bright yellow branches and cherry red, shining brightly among the green leaves, strawberries lie in the ground, like lovely elves, waiting for you to pick them. Birds are singing happily among branches and leaves. Everything is full of vitality. Take off the thick winter clothes and stretch the rustling hands and feet, I vaguely felt full of hope in my heart. Through the cold winter, I suddenly saw the sunshine of Hexi. The touching and warmth could not be described in words. In fact, every season has its cuteness and value, and everything in the world has its own rules and reasons for its existence. And life is just like the Four Seasons, with climax and low tide. Only through the precipitation of winter and ready to go can we have the vitality of spring and the richness of autumn, and we have experienced the four seasons of life, only when we become more and more mature, can we better cherish and grasp the happiness in life, face the wind and rain of life calmly, and experience the erosion of wind and frost, can we feel more joyful, I cherish every inch of sunshine and every ray of warmth more with more fervent emotions and welcome sunshine and warmth. Thank Four Seasons! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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