Imitate the first paragraph of The Language of Nature and describe the changes in your hometown th

The language of nature spoken in the essay specifically refers to the activities of animals in the water and birds in the sky, reporting to people the arrival of a certain season. For example:

Tadpoles swim in the water, like black "commas", and nature writes on the surface of the water: spring is coming to earth. The comma in punctuation marks is used to describe the small tadpoles swimming in the water in spring, which is vivid; The activity of small tadpoles is used to write about the arrival of spring, which can be seen concretely.

The geese flew south in formation, like a string of "ellipses".

Nature writes in the blue sky: autumn is just around the corner. The specific image of the wild goose flying south is the silent and tangible "language" that nature tells people about the arrival of autumn.

The language of nature.

One: The appearance of tadpoles tells people that spring has arrived.

Two: The wild geese fly south to tell people that autumn has arrived.

From the ranks of the returning geese.

, I read the power of the collective;

From the melting of snow and ice, I read the footsteps of spring;

From the dripping water through the stone, I read the value of perseverance;

From the rich aroma of honey, I read the sweetness of industriousness;

From the rings of the ancient trees, I read the vigor of life;

From the ravages of the typhoon, I read the anger of the sea;

From the bloom of the cold plum, I read strong perseverance;

From the dripping of the spring rain, I read the sigh of being as expensive as oil!

From the ranks of the returning geese, I read the power of the collective;

From the melting of snow and ice, I read the footsteps of spring;

From the dripping water through the stone, I read the value of perseverance;

From the rich aroma of honey, I read the sweetness of industriousness;

From the rings of the ancient trees, I read the vigor of life;

From the ravages of the typhoon, I read the anger of the sea;

From the bloom of the cold plum, I read strong perseverance;

From the melting of the snow and ice, I read the feet of spring.

From the fall of the leaves, I read the arrival of autumn.

From the drift of autumn leaves, we read the change of seasons; From the ranks of the returning geese, I read the power of the collective; From the melting of snow and ice, we read the footsteps of spring; From the dripping water through the stone, we read the preciousness of perseverance; From the rich aroma of honey, we read the sweetness of industriousness.

The language of nature is rich and colorful: from the drift of autumn leaves, we read the change of seasons; From the ranks of the returning geese, we read the power of the collective; From the rings of ancient trees, we read the vigor of life; From the ravages of the typhoon, we read the fury of the sea.

From the bloom of the cold plum, I saw strong perseverance; From the dripping of the spring rain, I read the exclamation that it is as expensive as oil.

From the crow's feeding, I read in addition to filial piety.

From the frolic of the fish, I read joy.