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You have to ask me which winter is the most beautiful? I can proudly tell you that my hometown has the most beautiful winter. I love winter in my hometown.

Winter is coming, the snowflakes are falling one after another, the ground is white for a while, and the splendid mountains and rivers have become a world of pink makeup and jade, and there is a creaking sound when you step on it. The white snow leaves a trail of footprints. See!

A group of children frolicked there, having snowball fights, building snowmen, throwing snowballs, and the joyful shouts shook down the snow on the counts. The willow trees, which had lost their leaves, were covered with shiny, shaggy silver bars. Evergreen pine and cypress trees in winter and summer are covered with fluffy, heavy snow.

Occasionally, with a "creak", the dead branches of the trees were crushed. Grandpa Wind blows up the snow dolls that fall on the ground and tells them not to be so naughty. The snow doll didn't listen, and continued to fly and play.

At this time, a beam of sunlight shone on the snow doll, ha! The sun is out. After a while, the earth opened its hazy sleepy eyes, saw that his body was so white, and smiled happily.

In winter, not only the earth likes it, but also the people in the hometown like it. They built snow sculptures, sculptures and ice sculptures, carving colorful life and happy feelings ......Winter in my hometown is not only characterized by snow, you see, although the winter is so cold, the shouting in the market is constantly ......

Winter is a happy season, I love winter, I love winter in my hometown. [Koyamaya Essay Network].

Spring has arrived, and the early spring sun smiles at me like a big girl, with half of her red face exposed. After a while, the sun appeared, shining brightly, and shining golden light on the earth. Suddenly, the whole earth was filled with light and warmth.

The early spring sun shines on people, warm, like a mother's warmth and kindness.

In the suburbs, with the singing of birds, we went to find spring. Found it, found it, spring has quietly arrived. Look, the wheat seedlings are green and green, fresh and tender, one after another, like a green ocean, a burst of style brushes, "in the ocean" rippling blue waves.

The golden rapeseed, one square and one piece, is like a small golden pagoda gushing out of the ocean, and like a golden carpet, shining with dazzling brilliance under the sun. The breeze is coming, the rich rape flower fragrance is refreshing, and I am about to be smoked.

On the side of the path, the grass sneaked out of the ground and hurriedly stretched out its leaves and climbed the vines. Not long to spread all over the ditch, ridges, looking from afar, a piece of green velvet, just like a green carpet, stepping on it, soft, loose. I simply lay down, rolled, and enjoyed the warmth of spring.

Hey, what's that little multicolored spot? Oh, those orange yellow, orange red, eggplant purple. It's all dandelions, marans, duck food.

There are also wild flowers that I have never seen before, and which I can't even name, like stars in the sky sprinkled on a jasper plate. They compete for beauty, and make "the green carpet extraordinarily beautiful".

The duckweed in the small river was all blown to the side of the river by the wind, close together, leaving no gaps, looking at it from a distance, it was really a bit of "half river and half river red" taste!

The sky is clear, the wind is smooth, the grass in spring is fresh, the flowers are colorful, the clouds are flowing and the stars and moonlight are bright. Have you ever stopped to admire? Why don't you slow down and enjoy it, you will find that the picturesque beauty of spring style!

The snow melted, the swallows came, my heart jumped, the leaves were green, and the flowers were bright. Spring has arrived.

Whenever winter comes, there is always an indescribable melancholy in my heart, afraid of the kind of life in a cover, thick down jackets, bulky cotton shoes, gloves, masks, almost all clothes and arms when I go out, colleagues always laugh at me except for my eyes, all the whole body is wrapped tightly, like a person in a cover. Who made me a person who is afraid of the cold, even so, every time I stay outside for a longer time, when I return home, I am cold, and I can't slow down for half a day, and therefore, I am afraid of winter, one is cold, and the other is depressed, giving people a bleak feeling, whenever winter comes, my heart is always looking forward to spring as soon as possible. I also use that famous quote to comfort myself:

Now that winter has arrived, will spring be far away?

Spring is coming, and my heart is like a little grass, itchy, longing for the soil, eager to explore the world. Everything in spring is fresh, the willow tree is the first to spit out the buds, and the fresh and delicate green buds beckoned the little hands, as if to say, come out, come out, come and see the spring breeze sister is coming, let's dance in the wind. Xiaocao then quietly poked his head out, sniffed the smell of spring, and then competed to enjoy the spring and spit green.

I appreciate such a moment of revival of all things, watching the rows of willow trees hanging with tender green fluttering in the wind, as if dancing the clumsiness of dormant winter, unloading the heavy package, light and wanting to embrace spring, embrace the spring breeze, embrace the warm spring sun. Next, the locust tree spits green, everything on the earth is green, green to people's hearts, and everything is full of life.

Can't wait, since spring has arrived, go out and go out, walk on the field, walk on the wheat field with new green, at this time to see the farmer's cooking smoke, see the pear blossoms, peach blossoms blooming, watch the farmer's soil dog trotting all the way, follow the master to the field, feel so wonderful, so kind, just like a happy picture of the farmhouse in early spring, so comfortable, so warm. That kind of rich and peaceful life atmosphere is always infecting the people who go to the green, looking for a pure and leisurely soul. Walking beside the green fields, for fear of disturbing the growth of the grass, sometimes I can't help but touch the pieces of tender green, soft, soft, no prickly hands after growth, no congenital insufficiency, weak and windy, early yellowing appearance, they compare, compete, the spirit of the spirit comes, the earth is green, all creatures are revived, it is really a wildfire that cannot be burned, and the spring breeze blows and grows.

Let's learn the tenacity of the grass, which requires very little from people and gives a lot to people, just to spit out green, maintain water and soil, and have no extravagant hopes or prayers.

Spring, the stretching spring, gives me the breath of life and the inspiration of my soul. I would like to embed everything about you in my mind, that picture full of life.

I like winter the most.

I like the spring with the birds singing and the flowers, the wind and the sun, the summer with the scorching sun, and the autumn when the fruits are full and the maple leaves are red, but I prefer the winter when the snow is flying.

On a winter morning, I opened the window and looked, ah! It's a lot of snow! Snow fell from the sky like goose feathers.

The earth was clothed in silver, and everywhere was a scene of powdered jade. Pedestrians on the streets are fully "armed", tightly dressed, with gloves in their hands, hats on their heads, and scarves around their necks, revealing only two eyes. Feet on the snow make a "creaking, creaking" sound.

Not far away, I saw a group of children building snowmen in the snow and having snowball fights, although their little hands were red from the cold, their faces were still full of excitement and happiness. Look at! The evergreen pine and cypress trees are covered with fluffy, heavy snowballs.

The willow and cedar trees, which had lost their leaves, were covered with fluffy and shiny silver stripes. A gust of wind blows, the branches of the trees sway gently, beautiful silver streaks and snowballs fall in a torrent, and jade-like snow dust flutters in the wind. The snow was still falling, the wind was still blowing, and after a while a thick layer of ice formed on the road, and the car moved slowly.

In the orchard, the farmer uncles are all smiling at the goose-feather snow, ready to welcome next year's harvest.

Someone said, "Autumn is so beautiful!" "I listened to it and wanted to look for autumn.

Autumn in the fields. The rice in the field was ripe, yellow and clear, as if it were a big piece of gold. To the east, people are driving their harvesters and are coming this way, and they let every grain of rice into the warehouse.

In autumn in the woods, the leaves of various trees turn yellow and fall one by one on the pond and the ground. However, the pine tree still stood tall and motionless in the wind, and its leaves were still so green.

Autumn in the garden. The garden is full of chrysanthemums, red, yellow, green, white, orange ......The petals of these chrysanthemums resemble thin shredded radish. Some chrysanthemums have all the petals, revealing a tender yellow core; Some chrysanthemums have only two or three petals; There are also chrysanthemums that seem to be petals soon.

Autumn in the orchard, apples, oranges, bananas and other fruits in the orchard are ripe. The uncles and aunts took the baskets and picked the fruits one by one. The fruit that is not plucked seems to say:

Take us off! Those who want to buy fruit are waiting for us! ”

Autumn is on people's bodies. People are dressed in sweaters, tank tops, wool sweaters, and so on.

Where the hell is autumn? Autumn is in the eyes of children, as long as we continue to explore and discover, we will get a lot of knowledge that is not in books.

Autumn in my hometown is lukewarm, and although the air is not as fresh as it used to be, and the leaves are beginning to wither, there is one thing that is getting ripe – and that is rice. When I walked out of the house and looked around, the first thing I saw was rice, so many rice fields were full of large patches. Rice gradually matures before people know it.

Autumn in my hometown is golden, and basically everything is yellow. In the autumn of my hometown, the rice ripens and turns yellow. In the autumn of my hometown, the grass withered and turned yellow.

In the autumn in my hometown, the leaves on the trees gradually turn yellow and will wither soon. In the fields, on dirt roads, on the side of the paths, no matter what kind of green plants they are, they are basically withering. Especially the grass, which is waiting for the arrival of spring and adding a touch of green to the world.

Autumn in my hometown is a harvest season, when large peaches are grown on the peach trees, large pears are grown on the pear trees, huge oranges are grown on the orange trees, and the rice in the fields is ripe, and many other edible fruits are ripe.

The wind is so soft, the water is so smooth, the sky is so blue, and the people are so active. Autumn in my hometown is like this, on a par with spring. Autumn in my hometown is much warmer than winter in my hometown, and autumn in my hometown is even cooler than summer.

Ah, autumn in your hometown, how soft you are.

Autumn The fiery red maple leaves, the slightly cold air, the high sky, and the white clouds are all about autumn.

People often think of the beauty of spring, and know the unique flavor of autumn. And I'm the one who likes autumn the most.

I like autumn because the clouds are high and light, which makes us feel relaxed and open-minded. Look at the kite in the sky, like a bird of thought, flying in the sky of knowledge. Look at the team of the wild geese returning south, neatly aligned, flying to the other side of the ideal.

And the autumn sky seems to be bluer, higher, like a piece of blue crystal, crystal clear, full. The clouds seemed to be whiter, like milky white jade, flawless and delicate.

I love autumn because the fall of the maple leaves makes me fly. Look at the faces of the breeze caressing the leaves, turning them yellow and red, and making them dance softly before our eyes.

Instantly, a poignancy came over me. I can't help but marvel at the infinite power of nature.

I love autumn because I am moved by the dead trees in autumn. Look at the proud pine, in the middle of the autumn still strong to retain his vitality, never give up. And those trees that only have dead bones are still standing in the cold wind, which makes people praise and make people stronger.

Although it is not the loveliness of spring, the exuberance of summer, and the purity of winter, it has strong strength.

Love Autumn! Love his life in the withered yellow, the warmth in the cold wind, the cheerfulness in the silence, and the vastness in the heart. Let's learn autumn! Learn from his simple beauty, strong strength and courage to pursue vitality!