Nature, a changing face. Sometimes happy, sometimes sad; sometimes happy, sometimes angry.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter are her four different emotions. In spring, she is lively, cheerful and full of vitality; in summer, she is passionate and energetic; in autumn, she is stable and mature, noble and beautiful; in winter, she is pure, quiet and elegant. No matter what kind of mood, she is so attractive.
Spring goes and summer comes again. The grass grows tall and the trees grow luxuriantly. Only the flower looks sad. The tree asks what's wrong with it and says, "I'm almost baked by the hot sun." Listen to it say so, the tree also felt its own sweat has flowed down, the tree thought: really hot! If only it could rain. Just thinking about the thunder shower, it hit. The raindrops clattered on the tree's head, and the tree cheered and each one laughed. It's hot in summer.
In the twinkling of an eye, the earth has been on the yellow clothes, autumn is coming. The leaves of the trees have been dyed yellow by nature's barbers. Autumn is the harvest season, people are farming in the fields, singing sweet songs in their mouths. A picture of a bumper harvest.
Looking forward to it, winter is coming, and the weather is getting colder. People have put on thick clothes, face one by one was frozen red, piercing cold wind blowing, snowflakes hit people's faces, one after another crystal small snowflakes to the earth on the silver. The snow is getting bigger and bigger, which reminds me of the proverb "a good harvest year comes with a good snow"
This is how nature changes. How beautiful it is! I love you, nature, I love nature, day and moon, rivers, spring and summer rain, autumn frost, winter snow, colorful, colorful nature is how wonderful, how harmonious, how magnificent, and how lovely! I love nature, love its spring, summer, autumn and winter, beautiful scenery, beautiful emotion, beautiful language
The spring breeze touches us, and it comes again. It puts green clothes on the earth, brings back swallows and wakes frogs. Everything opened its eyes, looked at the blue mirror, and found that they had begun a new day. The birds chirp and the wind blows gently. Everyone started a new day. People are relaxed and active, full of energy, each rushed to their own posts. "The season of a year lies in spring". At the beginning, some are Kung Fu and some are hope. Spring is beautiful.
Spring goes and summer comes again. The heat of the sun on the people's back, panting. People were wearing short sleeves and eating popsicles. The grass grew tall, and the trees grew more luxuriant. Only the flower frowned and cried. I asked what happened to it. It said, "I'm almost cooked by the hot sun." Listen to it say so, I also feel their own sweat has flowed down, really hot! How hot it is in summer! If only it could rain. Just as he was talking, the thunderstorm came to attack. The raindrops splashed on people's faces, and people cheered and laughed. It's hot in summer.
In the twinkling of an eye, the earth has been on the yellow clothes, autumn is coming. The leaves of the trees have been dyed yellow by nature's barbers. Autumn is the harvest season, people are farming in the fields, singing sweet songs in their mouths. A picture of a bumper harvest.
Looking forward to it, winter is coming, and the weather is getting colder. People have put on thick clothes, face one by one was frozen red, piercing cold wind blowing, snowflakes hit people's faces, one after another crystal small snowflakes to the earth on the silver. The snow is getting bigger and bigger, which reminds me of the proverb "a good harvest year comes with a good snow"
This is how nature changes. How beautiful she is! I love you, nature! I love nature, I love nature, because it brings me joy, brings me passion, and brings me infinite yearning.
Spring is full of life. All kinds of plants are awakened by spring. The trees are covered with tender green buds. The grass stretches and comes out of the soil. The swallow flies back from the South and enjoys the charming scenery of spring all the way. In the warm sunshine, we fly kites freely.
Summer, colorful. Tall and straight trees, covered with luxuriant branches and leaves, dense like a woven green tent, the real green color is about to flow, and a ray of sunlight can't come in. People can enjoy the cool, eat watermelon and enjoy the beautiful scenery under the green tent.
Autumn, poetic and picturesque. Rows of maple leaves are flaming red, looking from afar, like a piece of fire clouds; Ginkgo leaves are golden yellow, as if covered with gold. Bursts of autumn wind blowing, blowing up the leaves on the ground, a leaf like a beautiful butterfly dancing. Intoxicated in this realm, I really want to make a beautiful little poem to recite in the world.
In winter, it snows heavily. Pure white snow like a white elf falling from the sky, covered with bare branches, covered with endless land, as if covered with a white quilt. We made snowmen and fought snowball fights, and the sound of laughter rippled in the air.
Nature brings us a lot of joy, but also brings us infinite yearning.
I love the vibrant spring, the colorful summer, the poetic autumn and the snowy winter. Oh, I love nature! I love nature. I am a child who grew up in a big city and yearned for nature since childhood. In my heart: nature has infinite charm and infinite changes. It is more vivid and charming than painting, poetry and music. Nature is the place I most yearn for. One day, I fell into the embrace of nature.
I love the magnificence of nature. When I enter into the nature, step on the leaves accumulated for thousands of years, touch the towering trees, look at the countless green, and breathe the extra fresh air, I feel how free I am under this huge "green umbrella", and I am so small. The big forest is a natural oxygen bar and a happy paradise for me.
I love the delicacy of nature. A small stream flows through my eyes, and I can't help but lift a handful of water to my mouth. Suddenly, someone said, "the water is so cold that you can't drink it." But I thought, "is there any more clear water than nature's masterpiece brook?" I took the water to my mouth and drank it down. My mouth was full of cool and sweet taste, and my voice was much fresher. Listening to the sound of the rushing water, I feel that this stream is more exquisite than any handicraft. I don't know which craftsman made it. The stream water is very clear, you can see the sand and stone at the bottom of the stream. I grabbed a handful of sand, but it was really naughty. After a while, it slipped out of my hand and returned to the bottom of the stream. The brook is a joyful elf and the most exquisite work of nature.
I love the changes in nature. When I was flying with the clouds, a dazzling golden light appeared in front of me. It is a brilliant light of the sun, which is beyond the reach of any other light. It is a very beautiful scenery. After a while, the sky gradually darkened, but the golden thread became brighter. Unfortunately, its beauty was short-lived. The gold thread became thinner and thinner, and finally escaped my eyes. Is it gone? No, don't you think there is still some afterglow in the sky? It is the last shadow of the sunset. Nature, why are your changes so endless and so beautiful? Can't you be a great artist if you don't let go of the last light of the day and make it so beautiful? Change, why do you always prefer nature?
Nature looks more and more lovely. How can I not love it? Nature is more vivid and charming than painting, poetry and music. I love its magnificence, its delicacy, its changes and everything. I am a child who loves nature. I love nature. It is a kind of beauty and a kind of beauty that everyone yearns for. My hometown has such natural beauty.
I am a rural child. Although there are high buildings and countless bungalows there. But there is no lack of natural beauty. Look! The fields and the green grass are full of nature. It looks like it's in the grassland. Although this is not as vast as the grassland, but I promise you can't see the edge at a glance. Look! In the field, there are a few children playing there, not happy. They were rolling on the grass, grunting, and they were rolling in one direction. When they collided with each other, they touched the place where they were hit and laughed. When they were tired of laughing, they started to roll again.
When I came to the field, I saw that the farmers were harvesting crops. Although the grass is still green, the crops are all ripe. When I came to my family's piece of land, I saw my grandparents picking corn, so I went to help. Grandma said with a smile: "pick quickly, you can go home to eat sticks!" I quickened the pace. But because I didn't bring the bag, I could hold it. In this way, a good play began.
I picked corn and put it in my arm at the same time. But after picking corn for a long time, I only had a few corn. What's going on? I look back, then silly eye: originally I picked all the way, fell all the way! Isn't this a bear picking corn? I angrily threw the corn in my hand to my grandfather's car and ran away.
I ran to the grass and lay down. With the passage of time, it is dusk now. The sun's light is not so dazzling, I look at it quietly, waiting for it to disappear. A closer look, the moon girl has shown a shy face, a thin layer of cloud seems to give him a veil. The sky around was glowing red by the sun's afterglow, and the clouds around them became as if they had been painted with indelible brilliance with colored pens, red and orange. The little star also poked out his curious eyes and looked at me, blinking and blinking. Today's moon, big and bright. I was completely immersed in the nature, listening to everything around me. A cricket takes the lead in singing, and other insects join in. Who can play this kind of music except for insects? I looked at my watch in the moonlight. It was very late, I should go home, I reluctantly waved and whispered: "goodbye, soft grass. Goodbye, grasshopper musicians. Goodbye, dear nature
On the way home, I recalled everything today, with a faint smile on my mouth. There should be few people like me who can really appreciate the beauty of home and nature. Look up, and see the moon, his bright moonlight, lit up my way home. It and the stars seem to smile at me, full of happy smile. At this time, I want to say out loud: I love nature! I love nature, nature, a changing face. Sometimes happy, sometimes sad; sometimes happy, sometimes angry.
Spring is full of vitality. All kinds of plants are awakened by spring. The trees are covered with tender green buds, and the grass stretches,