Spring, summer, autumn and winter are like four magical actors performing their own stunts on the big stage of nature.
Intoxicating spring
Spring is a green world. Look, the green sky has opened. Spring walked lightly onto the stage in bright clothes. With a wave of her long sleeves, everything on the ground was dyed green. Spring takes out a beautiful flower basket from behind, takes out bundles of flowers from it with delicate hands and scatters them under the stage. With the spring breeze, flowers fly into the green brocade, and the blooming flowers are embroidered with five-color silk threads. Suddenly, the rosy cheeks in spring show intoxicating spring scenery.
Passionate summer
The green curtain on the stage slowly turns dark green, and then slowly opens. Ah, summer is out. She is not as gentle as spring, but as passionate as fire. Xia's eyes are bright, looking around the earth under the stage. The earth suddenly became hot. When her figure arrived there, it was hot and sunny. Xia retired with satisfaction after performing stunts. The dark green curtains were quickly closed.
Shy autumn
The curtains slowly opened, and the dark green gradually turned into brilliant gold. As the saying goes, "a leaf falls and knows the autumn on earth." Isn't this the scene! Beautiful autumn appeared in the center of the stage in light yellow clothes. Autumn pointed with a thin hand, and the earth suddenly turned golden. Qiu took out a small pocket from her side, magically took out rich fruits and threw them under the stage. Heavy fruit flew to the ground, covered with branches, what a heavy fruit scene! Later, Qiu walked off the stage with a shy smile like a shy girl.
Happy winter
When winter comes, she is like a clean little girl, all white, and even the curtains are covered with snow-white color. Wearing a white velvet hat, beige woolen trousers and a pair of white leather shoes in winter, like a lovely white velvet ball. She gave a big yawn first, and then directed the snowflake to float to the earth. Small snowflakes are also swinging gracefully, falling slowly, without any sound, and gradually the earth turns white, just like a big white gem. Looking at the changes of the earth in winter, I smiled happily. She danced like a happy little fluffy ball and rolled off the stage.
Day after day, year after year. Green spring, red summer, golden autumn and silver winter, these four magicians are performing their own programs and showing their elegant demeanor on the big stage of nature.
2. Write a composition with the theme of entering the four seasons, with 500 words in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Winter always seems to be associated with the end; And the feeling that gives a person is chilly and cold. If you think about it carefully, there is another charm in winter. Although it is a hot season, it seems too early to talk about winter. However, at least it can make a little sense, even if it is to drive away summer anxiety.
When talking about the beauty of the four seasons, the Ming Dynasty left an instruction that "spring should be elegant, summer should be cool, autumn should be plain, and winter should be bright and beautiful". Simple and direct, the difference between summer and winter is clear at a glance. Every year when it snows, people in the streets and alleys wear winter clothes that look a bit like uniforms. Although it is not as light as summer clothes, the biggest advantage of winter clothes is probably colorful. Like dialectics, heavy clothes give people more opportunities to match. Scarves, sweaters, coats, inside and out, are all very lively. With the language of "clothes are snow", you don't have to worry about whether gorgeous clothes will be out of place with the surroundings. After all, isn't this a wonderful scenery with faint bright colors in a gray winter day?
As the saying goes, food is the most important thing for people. This is also very suitable for winter. Different from the hot summer days, in winter, after enjoying delicious food, people don't have to worry too much about whether they will get pimples, big and small, because of "hair". Warm coffee and fragrant tea replaced refreshing juice and shaved ice; Boiling hot pot re-occupied all kinds of dining tables. From a realistic point of view, midsummer does not lack our appetite, only the thirst for heat is left to the gluttony of this world. Affection, friendship and love bring deep feelings into winter food; On the other hand, the steaming delicacies make the feelings in winter more intense.
Speaking of travel, winter and summer are probably the opposite couple. In July and August, it was everywhere, crowded with people rushing to the north and south rivers and mountains. Summer always seems to belong to going out. On the other hand, winter is more like a moment of cohesion. In the days of hunger in the cold winter, people are distracted; Yuanxiao and jiaozi deepened their homesickness layer by layer. Therefore, in a period of time called "Chinese New Year", the pace of returning home is so rapid. Parents' thoughts, lovers' concerns and children's expectations come from all directions; The wine glasses are full of auspiciousness, the Spring Festival couplets are full of blessings, and the happiness on the faces of tired people on the train home records the warm side of winter.
Just like the beginning of the full text, spring, summer, autumn and winter keep repeating. Year after year, the cycle brings us picturesque years. ...
The topic of writing a composition is the beautiful four seasons, no matter which season, it is so beautiful.
The lovely spring girl came to the world with light steps. Spring is a world of flowers, whether it is pure pear flowers, delicate peach blossoms or unknown small wild flowers, they all bloom to the fullest.
The weeping willows by the river also show green hair. When you look at it carefully, it looks like a willow leaf with a shiny green gem. Summer will follow.
The most beautiful scenery in summer is lotus, and the dense lotus leaves cover the lake with a green quilt. Lotus smiles like a shy girl.
Autumn is a fruitful season. As soon as I entered the orchard, I saw a string of "black gems"-grapes.
There are also apple trees, which are covered with small and exquisite apples. Winter is like Santa Claus. He brought cold air.
There is a piece of snow everywhere, and people can't bear to step on the snowy path. The children are making snowmen and having snowball fights, so there is no chill in my body.
In spring, I love your energy; In summer, I love your sun like fire; Autumn, I love your fruit; In winter, I love your snow. Four seasons, I love you.
4. Write a composition on my favorite four seasons, and the last leaf falls, and the world suddenly forks. In winter, she appears carefully in people's eyes like a shy woman. Who knew she was as agile and light-footed as a swallow? Just like Miss Chun knocking on Tao Yuanming's door, it's natural. Although there is a cold wind in the pocket in winter, it is winter after all. Leng Yan belongs to the beauty of winter, so I don't need warm memories. It suddenly occurred to me that it's time to thicken my clothes. This idea has mostly warmed my memories of winter for many years. It really has nothing to do with the temperature drop in winter. Maybe it's because I like winter. From cold to summer, from autumn to winter harvest, this is a seasonal process of nature, and no one will doubt it. It is undeniable that spring is fresh and lively, summer is lush and colorful, and autumn is thick and full. But when they touch the tentacles of winter, they hide their true feelings and are particularly stingy with their respective seasonal colors. People waiting at the winter gate have * at first. Nature is simply a tolerant and kind old mother. Like welcoming the birth of a new life, she boldly opened her arms, embraced everything in winter and was open-minded. After being embraced by Mother Nature in winter, in the following days, there will be wind, snow and ice, geese will fly south unexpectedly, and small animals will dig holes intensively to avoid the cold. There will be girls in high boots and thin sweaters who will go in and out at low temperature without fear, and the beauty will be "freezing to death". In the face of such a rich winter, I really want to know if I dare to admit their monotony and dare to say that only they are entitled to enjoy the patent this season. To put it bluntly, I don't need to understand this, the feeling of winter. Just one "like" is enough to make me not care about the existence of other seasons. The winter I said belongs to the winter in the north. Because of the authentic northerners, my feelings for the northern winter often make me have an impulse to accept it at all times. So I am more accustomed to open my eyes, open my mind, spread my hands, find it, think about it, touch it, and then snuggle up to it with my heart when winter comes. This is absolutely not to be ignored. The wind is out of date, and the dust on the ground is pulled high in the air and dances wildly. Every wind roar is a long whistle of pride, wrapped in a kind of dryness, a kind of courage, a kind of courage, without any feeling of vanity and affectation, and there is a spectacle of the wind destroying the tower. The wind is retrograde, and the large and small gravel is swept away, which is disdainful. What we can appreciate most is the resistance brought by the raging wind, which explains the taste of "trekking". At this time, we have to admit that such a trek is also a kind of cordial feeling for the great power of nature and a different face from nature. Compared with the wind in the south, the wind colliding in the north is not a clever weapon in the hands of sculptors. In the plateau and sand dunes, in the landform evolution of flat land and gully, it tries its best to show the magnificence of its strength. This wind, stroking the vast Gobi desert in the northwest, stepping over the loess plateau with thousands of valleys and valleys, has been to the wind power station in Inner Mongolia, and kissed everyone on the rugged and uninhibited land of the north. It exists in the magical land of the north like an elf, so its essence is contaminated with the character of the north. Of course, the winter wind will encounter cracks. He will also blow the cocoon-forming hand of the old woman with the head of a goose skin crane. However, all old women and passers-by don't curse winter because of its nature. Every winter, all the old women and passers-by say at most, "What a beautiful day!" " As for snow, it is a specialty that promotes the romantic mood in northern winter. When a mass of white covers it, the whole world presents a pure beauty, unparalleled. It is a kind of mood to watch snowflakes falling, because they bloom and decorate silently in fields, cottages, streets and inns. Refreshing, not dirty, not kitsch, such as the gradually rich white on the ground, quiet and serene, intuition is washed away. It seems that the old monk who participated in meditation combed his unkempt hair and completed a life experience. Appreciating the snow can give him a good mood. Many times, when the snow stays, the sun flashes in a hurry, the branches pick up the snow and the eaves fall. Knocking on the window lattice of the soul is like a pipa girl holding a pipa in both hands and singing, while the snow-admiring person is like a white-haired old man, shaking a cattail leaf fan, sitting in the shade with his eyes closed, listening to pipa music and sighing the passage of time in his eyes. This snow scene is already appetizing. The ear sticks to the snow, and the tighter it sticks, the more you can hear it under the snow. Pick a small stone and gently throw it into Artemisia, flying around. A group of clever sparrows chirped about the abundance of winter. The eternal beauty of eternal life, winter in the north, is really good.
5. Who can help me write a short article about my four seasons? Spring girl came quietly in the footsteps of spring.
It comes with the footsteps of spring. Let the earth be full of flowers and the grass be sad. The flowers are blooming and the bamboo forest is alive. A breeze blew gently, and the bamboo leaves brushed like a sweet * * *. Xiao He composition network
The farmer's uncle grows wheat, fruits, vegetables and so on. Standing nearby, you can hear their laughter. Xiao He composition network
Miss Chun left, but Miss Xia came quietly.
In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom. There are red, green and blue ... just like embroidered colorful flowers on the endless green velvet carpet. Bees are busy collecting honey.
The old people are enjoying the cool under the tree.
Miss Xia left and Miss Qiu came quietly.
With the passage of time, the weather gradually cooled down, and the noisy cicada left, replaced by the mournful cry in the slate under the stairs at night.
The farmer's uncle harvested the grain with the joy of harvest.
Miss Qiu left and Miss Dong came quietly.
Goose feather and snow, overwhelming. The whole world seems to be shrouded in snow.
Count nine cold days, freezing thousands of miles. The whole world suddenly turned into ice and snow. The mountain seems to be shaking, the river is frozen stiff, and the children are skating on it. They look lively and have a good time.
The cold air seems to have solidified, and people are sitting by the fire, waiting anxiously and patiently for the next spring.
Ah! It's really beautiful all year round.
6. The topic of writing a composition is the beautiful four seasons, no matter which season, it is so beautiful.
The lovely spring girl came to the world with light steps. Spring is a world of flowers, whether it is pure pear flowers, delicate peach blossoms or unknown small wild flowers, they all bloom to the fullest. The weeping willows by the river also show green hair. When you look at it carefully, it looks like a willow leaf with a shiny green gem.
Summer will follow. The most beautiful scenery in summer is lotus, and the dense lotus leaves cover the lake with a green quilt. Lotus smiles like a shy girl.
Autumn is a fruitful season. As soon as I entered the orchard, I saw a string of "black gems"-grapes. There are also apple trees, which are covered with small and exquisite apples.
Winter is like Santa Claus. He brought cold air. There is a piece of snow everywhere, and people can't bear to step on the snowy path. The children are making snowmen and having snowball fights, so there is no chill in my body.
In spring, I love your energy; In summer, I love your sun like fire; Autumn, I love your fruit; In winter, I love your snow.
Four seasons, I love you!
7. Write an article praising spring with a self-made title of about 400 words, which is full of vitality. Colorful spring rain generate produces colorful flowers, and everything recovers. March is warm and cold, and spring returns to the earth. When spring comes with her unique new green and sea, it is really charming; When spring comes with her unique warmth and tide, it can also make people lose their souls.
Spring is definitely a canvas full of life. New green, light green, bright green, green, green eyes, tender our eyes.
There is still a little bit of red, a little bit of yellow, a little bit of pink and a little bit of purple, which twinkles like stars and makes us shine at the moment. So, I started walking in spring.
Stepping on her soft soil, I realized that the hotbed of life can be so flat. As long as the old man floats by in the season, all the sleeping seeds can be bred here, giving life a changing posture.
Spring is definitely a picture full of vitality. Whether it is out of the ground or in bud; Whether it is stretching slowly or flowing slowly; Whether they are silent or whispering, as long as the old people in the season open the curtain of spring, they will show the magical vitality of nature here in their own unique way.
So, I began to wander in spring. Covered with gentle and lovely spring scenery, let the slight fragrance wind blow.
You will realize that the breath of spring actually contains one of the most touching tenderness. I also think that nature is a strange mother. She chose to breed all kinds of life at the end of winter when everything was depressed, and let them embrace each other in the most tender and lovely first spring, bringing infinite vitality to the world.
Spring is also a gallery, showing the magic of life. You see, every life has its own specific form, and every specific form contains specific life information.
Regardless of height, everyone has to go through the process of birth, aging, illness and death, and there are childish and mature seasons. Whether striking or plain, we should complete a feat of life in our own specific living space and along that specific seasonal trajectory.
Whether it is famous or not, whether it was born in a rich home or grew up in a barren sand, everything that germinated in spring has written an ode to life with all its enthusiasm and unique way. This is spring, because the chorus of life was born here, and I really feel a magical beauty.
In a blink of an eye, the severe winter passed and spring quietly came to the world. Spring is a beautiful season and a poetic season; Spring means a vibrant beginning.
Since ancient times, poets have loved and praised spring because of its pleasant scenery. Strolling through the garden of ancient poetry and poetry, I can see the colorful poems of Wing Chun, which is dizzying. Just pick a few, take your time, and you will be intoxicated before you know it.
I hope to adopt it and learn from it.
8. Who can help me write a composition about the rain of the four seasons, about 300-400 words, and thank you for the rain of the four seasons?
In spring, rain falls from the sky like little pearls, so many little pearls fall to the world and are sprinkled in the vibrant spring. Look at the rain dripping in the newly thawed river, and the small circles are dizzy and rippling outward; Fall on a small tree that just spat out buds, and let the green saplings stand upright; Falling on the fresh grass, let Xiaocaoge drink enough water; Falling on me makes me feel a little cold. I can't help thinking of the poem "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" written by Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. "Good rain knows the season, and when spring comes, it sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently." In summer, the rain, like a grumpy doll, comes in a hurry and goes away, then it pours down, and then the sky is clear in Wan Li and the sun comes out. At this time, it is not as soft as the spring rain. It mercilessly washed away the beautiful petals, washed away the green grass and got wet. In autumn, the rain seems to be a sentimental girl, trickling and swishing, endlessly telling its endless sadness. Listen, it's still singing in a low voice-the tall buildings are longing for dusk, and the rain is rustling on the plane blades. In winter, although it didn't rain, the incarnation of rain "little snowflake" brought people another kind of beauty. Look at it fluttering and swaying, dancing gracefully in the wind like an elf dancer. Rain, like hardworking workers, silently purifies the air for us; Rain, like a skilled singer, quietly presented us with a beautiful ballad. Four seasons of rain, four seasons of poetry.
Four seasons rain
On a cloudy day, the humid air is slightly chilly. Soon, sporadic light rain fell quietly, which was a continuous drizzle in spring. Spring rain is like a mother's hand, caressing you affectionately; As the teacher said, it moistens you quietly. When everything heard that the spring rain was coming, they all arrived here. You see, the grass sticks its head out happily, the flowers smile happily, and the trees hang out new green happily. The sky is like an overturned ink bottle with dark clouds on it. Soon, it was raining cats and dogs from the sky. It was raining cats and dogs in summer. The rain is densely woven, like a wide bead curtain. Thick raindrops rattled on the glass; Hurt the corn seedlings in the field; Dispel dense pedestrians; On the road, in the alley, yellow rain mixed with dead leaves rolled forward. It was a gloomy day, and the wind was cold. Grandpa came to the people with the bleak rain and grandchildren. They put sweaters and gloves on people, so that people often say the same thing in unison, "It's so cold today!" " . The falling yellow leaves, like butterflies dancing in the rain, reluctantly left the tree mother. It's too cold, and the whistling north wind is mixed with rustling winter rain. Winter rain has an aggressive momentum, which makes people close the doors and windows. Occasionally hit the face, such as fine sand raised, cold and stiff. Winter rain sometimes falls and sometimes stops, like a naughty child, sometimes crying and sometimes laughing. The rain in the four seasons really has its own characteristics and beauty. I like the rain in four seasons.
9. I want to write a composition about spring, summer, autumn and winter. I have thought about the topic in general. My campus is beautiful all year round, full of vitality and laughter everywhere.
In spring, like a tall soldier guarding the school gate, camphor trees have sprouted. Luya, like a shy girl, quietly poked her head out from the branches of real armor and enjoyed the warmth of the sun.
Colorful flowers in the flower bed also woke up from their dreams and competed for beauty. The students slapped and played happily on the playground.
In summer, the water in the small pond is green, the breeze blows and the water surface is sparkling. There are lovely little goldfish swimming in the clear water, with white and red flowers ... very cute.
Grade one students play with these lovely goldfish every day! In autumn, the phoenix tree was covered with golden clothes, and the grass lost its old spirit. Only the cycad is still green and still wearing that "old suit". Some diligent students are walking in the art gallery, some are enjoying all kinds of paintings with relish, and some are seriously savoring the speeches of the captains' candidates, and they are also preparing for themselves! In winter, white snowflakes play with us like lively children, and some fall on Uncle Shu to sleep! The whole school is decorated as white as snow, as if it were a fairy tale world. How beautiful! The students are playing and running, and everyone is immersed in joy ... My school has beautiful scenery all year round, and I love our colorful school.