Imitate Zhu Ziqing s spring and winter, and give a fortune of 100

The summer rain came violently and suddenly, like a rapidly descending goshawk, and like a tumbling tsunami ......

After the rain, everything is fresh, the air is filled with the smell of rain, so that the dry flowers and trees have found hope for life, and this timely rain has brought us warm sunshine.

Looking forward to it, looking forward to it, the north wind is coming, and the footsteps of winter are approaching. Everything was as if he had just fallen asleep, and he closed his eyes dimly. The mountains became silent, the waters were silent, and the sun's face faded.

The grass withered silently, yellow and hard. In the valley, in the fields, and behold, there are many patches of land.

Screaming, jumping, picking up a seed, turning over two front bridges, kicking a few shuttlecocks, throwing sandbags a few times, the wind is arrogant, and the grass is cheering. The lake, the windows, and the leaves of the holly trees, if you don't let me, I won't let you, they are all full of ice flowers. The round ones are like candy, the pointed ones are like stars, and the square ones are like castles.

With the smell of joy in the ice flowers, close your eyes, the ice flowers seem to bring you into a fairy tale world, reindeer, gifts, Santa Claus! Countless children giggled around the sleigh, and cute gifts were passed around in their hands. Plum blossoms are full of branches:

Thousands of postures, naughty, shy, unrestrained, adorned on the branches, like butterflies, like smiling faces, and dancing and singing.

If you don't kill in the harsh winter, how can you see the spring of the sun", the wind blows on the face like a knife, mixed with the cold air of ice and snow, and the fragrance of plum blossoms, all swirling in the extremely dry air. The birds, dressed in thick leather robes, foraged with their companions, sang loudly on the high branches, and confronted the strong wind, snow and ice. The old man's erhu under the pine tree is still ringing.

Snow is the most ordinary, one day and one night, don't worry, look, like goose feathers, like stars, like angels, gently falling.

The building on the opposite side is covered with a thin layer, and the trees are wrapped in silver, and the shiny white is close to your eyes. In the evening, the street lights came on, and the dim light set off a mysterious and wonderful night. In the city, at the mouth of the alleys, on the streets, people driving slowly, children from school, wearing hats and masks, and under the eaves of people's houses, jagged icicles hang in the snow.

The snow is getting thicker, and there are more people in the park.

In the city and countryside, every household, old and young, they also rushed out, and they all came out in twos and threes. Having a snowball fight and building a snowman with joy, children become angels and adults become children. "Winter is coming, will spring be far away"?

Everything will start again, with courage and hope. Winter is like a magician who has just debuted, it is mysterious from head to toe, it changes.

Winter is like a serious old man, serious, hesitating, thinking. Winter is like a loving mother, with a warm harbor and a solid back, she leads us to spring.

Waiting, waiting, waiting, the north wind is howling, and the outline of winter is becoming clearer and clearer.

Everything seemed to be asleep, and I slowly closed my eyes. The leaves withered, the creek froze, and the clouds grew lighter.

The grass slowly curled up under the ice, dressed in an unknown color. The ice is hard and crunchy, and when you touch it, it will cause ice slag, shiny. In the garden, in the earth, behold, all places are there.

Sitting, lying, stretching, curling. Close your eyes for a while, skate for a while, skate a few corners, take a walk. The wind trembled, but the ice was shining.

Holly, cedars, plum blossoms, you don't let me, I don't let you, all stand proudly in the cold of the north wind howling. The green ones are like river pools, the deep ones are like jade, and the red of plum blossoms is like a little spark in winter, illuminating the whole world. They also have a special smell, an incomparable arrogance, just like the Chinese, with backbone and backbone.

Under the trees, under the leaves, under the flowers, a hint of chill hits the face, and the feeling of winter is immediately presented. A few scattered birds hovered overhead. When you close your eyes, it seems that this bleak piece in front of you is the whole world.

The north wind roared like a tough guy. Yes, like my father's rough and very tough hand on your shoulder. There is a little ice slag in the wind, mixed with the fragrance of plum blossoms and the arrogance of various plants, all mixed together in the dry and cold air, brewing slightly.

The birds set up their nests in relatively warm trees, shielding their children from the wind and snow with their bodies, and from time to time they make a crisp call, in harmony with the north wind, and the sound is connected to a sea, bringing a touch of warmth to the cold winter.

Snow is the most common, just a day or two, so don't bother. Look, like petals, like needles, like leaves, falling one by one, covering the earth, the roof, and the branches with a thick quilt. In the countryside, on the paths, on the side of the mountains, there are lovers who are nestling up to each other, and children are playing outside, wearing scarves and hats.

Their houses, scattered and scattered, were silently facing each other in the snow.

In winter, I love its pride, I love its hope, I love everything and everything.

Winter is like a tough guy, wandering through vicissitudes.

Winter is like a proud soldier, regardless of all the slaughter and cold, he still stands proudly.

Winter is like us, full of hope.

Spring Mountain Spring must have been like this: from the green and restrained mountain, a handful of snow can no longer hold on, poof, the cold face smiled into a flower face, a sloppy song sang from the clouds to the foothills of the spring peach tree, apricot tree, pear tree, you don't let me, I don't let you, are full of flowers to rush. The red ones are like fire, the pink ones are like the glow, and the white ones are like snow.

The flowers have a sweet smell, and when you close your eyes, the trees seem to be full of peaches, apricots, and pears! Hundreds of bees buzzed under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes flew around. Wildflowers are everywhere:

Miscellaneous, named, nameless, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, and blinking. Spring water is on the riverside, the blue waves are clear, the fish and shrimp swim, the frog drum is suppressed and the throat is raised, the willows are dancing and shadowing, the sun and water waves reflect each other, sprinkled and praised gold and silver. In spring and spring, the sun is warm, and it stretches out its warm hand, rubbing it to make people feel comfortable.

The spring breeze blows away the clouds and mist, and the sun happily shows its smiling face, sprinkling warmth and brilliance on the surface of the lake.

Looking forward to, looking forward to, the scorching heat has finally passed, and the footsteps of autumn are approaching.

Everything is autumn and cool, the sky is high, and the clouds are light. The fruit was ripe, the crickets were crying, and the weather was cooler.

The grass has not completely disappeared from the earth, it is still green. In the garden, in the field. Look, piece by piece.

Full. The children ran, jumped, flipped a few buckets, picked up a few fallen fruits, and threw each other, competing to see who could throw farther and more accurately. The wind is cool and silky, and the grass is green.

Laurel, maple, and evergreen trees, with a lush and deep style and distinctive temperament, show their style, gold-like yellow, agate-like red, and jade-like green, just like a painter's meticulous painting. Birds are busy migrating, and ants are collecting winter rations. Daisies, a bunch of red, petunias, all over the place at a glance:

Orange, purple, violet, spread in the flower bed, like a carpet, but also smiling in the autumn wind!

Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers! "Yes, it will be turned into spring mud to nourish the earth, and it will not be attached to the prosperity of the branches. Autumn rain falls on the red and yellow leaves, as well as the green and yellow colored leaves.

Luxurious maple leaves, delicate evergreen leaves, ordinary sycamore leaves, ......They become more showy under the baptism of autumn rains.

The fruit on the trees is ripening, and the farmers in the fields are busier. In the city and countryside, workers, students, children and the elderly all came out to enjoy the beautiful scenery, relax and relax, watch the autumn colors, collect and collect specimens, and each did their own thing. "A hard work, a harvest", hard work, in exchange for a harvest, full of joy.

Autumn is like the god of color, making the colors of plants gradually thicker.

Autumn is like a god of harvest, bringing people a lot of fruits.

Autumn is like a god of joy and brings the joy of a good harvest to people.

Wait, wait. Looking forward to the world covered in silver! Finally, when the last leaves of autumn fall, winter comes. Return.

Push it away every morning of bai.

When the door went out, the biting cold wind blew whirring, and it came at me from time to time. And specialized, occasionally naughty little snowflakes fall one after another, like dancing. Hexagonal snowflakes come in all kinds:

Some are like silver needles, some are like fallen leaves, and some are like scraps of paper...It's good-looking. fell to the ground, as if a thick blanket had been laid over the earth; Falling on a tree, as if dressed in silver; Landing on the car, like a freshly baked cream cake. This beautiful snowy scene immerses people in the fresh air.

Everywhere is covered in silver, and it is beautiful.

However, the first thing that people can feel the breath of winter at home is the ice flowers on the windows, some of which are like forests and full of mystery; Some are like streams, as if they are flowing quietly; Some of them are like Santa Claus, as if they are here to give gifts to people...Winter Girl is so ingenious!

In the club, it is crowded and very lively. People were dressed in thick cotton clothes, like cotton bales. They (she) accompanied by a beautiful **, morning exercises.

In winter, it is very cold. To be honest, I didn't want it to come, but when it came, I felt strange. Ah, I love winter, because, winter "the wind knows the strength of the grass", I love its character.

Autumn is like the god of color, making the colors of plants gradually thicker.

Autumn is like a god of harvest, bringing people a lot of fruits.

Autumn is like a god of joy and brings the joy of a good harvest to people.

Winter is like a beautiful and beautiful song, washing away the stains on the soul.

Winter is like a pure white paper, wrapping the whole world.

Winter is like a greeting text message, although the mobile phone is cold, but the words melt the cold body.

Winter is like a toddler, pure and innocent, bringing hope and reverie.

Winter is like a quiet teenager, with a cold look, but from time to time smiling.

Winter is like a mature person, fighting for spring, but also enjoying the beauty of the process......

In winter, it is like a doll that has just changed into new clothes, in winter, it is like a little girl sprinkling snow, and in winter, it is like a mature grandmother who is kind.