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Snowflakes kick off the winter.
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Beginning: I love the four seasons of my hometown the most, because the four seasons of the Northeast are distinctive, and the pride of the Northeast people is fascinating, which makes me think about the four seasons of my hometown from time to time although I have worked outside for many years, and think about the beautiful scenery and moving ......stories of the four seasons
Ending: The spring cold in my hometown, the scorching summer in my hometown, the beautiful autumn harvest in my hometown, and the icy and snowy reeds in my hometown, let me always sing the praises of stupidity and unforgettable, remember that I will always be fascinated, and I want to return to my hometown ......
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Beginning: Autumn is not as purple and red as spring, nor as vibrant as summer, nor as pink and jade as winter, but it also has its unique beauty.
The autumn wind is like a magical paintbrush, and in one night, it dyes the rippling forest belt into gold.
I started to dislike autumn because it makes the flowers wither and the leaves fall, so I even hated autumn a little bit, and I wanted it to fly away like the wind. Recently, however, I've discovered that autumn isn't what I thought it would be.
The cool breeze is blowing, the fruits are abundant, and the sky is high and cool, which season will it be? Yes, it's autumn.
Ending: I love the autumn scenery because it symbolizes maturity and it brings the joy of harvest to the world.
Yes! Autumn is so beautiful, I love autumn.
I was infected and intoxicated by this golden autumn, ah! I love this harvestful, golden autumn.
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1.This winter, the weather is unusually cold. Goose feathers were snowing in the sky, and the north wind was blowing.
The calm surface of the lake was covered with a thick layer of ice, and the earth was white. In this silent world, the animals either hide in their dens and fall asleep, or quietly come out to forage for food. Outside, people put on thick cotton jackets, hats, and masks, and wrapped themselves in airtight airtightness.
At home, people are much thinner. Close the doors and windows, make a good stove, the home is as warm as spring, and all the cold feelings of winter disappear without a trace.
2.The cold wind roared "whirring", and with its thick fingers, it brutally grabbed the hair of the passerby, and pierced the skin of the passerby like a needle. Pedestrians had no choice but to button their winter coats tightly, put their hands in their pockets, shrink their necks, and walk forward quickly.
The cold wind was blowing, and the bare branches made a rustling sound. There was no sound of people around, and he kept shaking in this environment, and there was another gust of wind, and a crow flew out of the field and barked to the sky, as if complaining about something.
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Beginning: I love the four seasons of my hometown the most, because the four seasons of the Northeast are distinctive, and the pride of the Northeast people is fascinating, which makes me think about the four seasons of my hometown from time to time, thinking about the beautiful scenery and moving stories of the four seasons ...... although I have worked outside for many years
Ending: The spring cold in my hometown, the scorching summer in my hometown, the beautiful autumn harvest in my hometown, the ice and snow in my hometown, make me unforgettable, remember that I will always be fascinated, and I want to return to my hometown ......
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Nature is the homeland of human beings and the home of the soul. Nature gives us life and inspiration, it is the source of beauty, it is lovely, it is beautiful. I love nature, and I love the scenery of nature's spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Spring. Spring dawn.
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Excerpt from the beginning of the essay:
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