Can anyone help me with this 400 word essay on My Favorite Season ? Thank you very much

I love winter, I love the purity of winter; I love the beauty of winter; I love the snow in winter; I still love winter. I'm a winter girl, like winter: pure.

The beauty and the snow in the heart are layered in the heart. Snow, you can describe the snow scene, throw snowballs with classmates, or you can describe how interesting it is to go out in winter, there will be white fog and fog, since you say that you like it the most, add some reasons, mother's knitted scarf sweater, small hands in Dad's big pocket, hugging classmates after class, naughty children kicking trees, snow falling, and Christmas. Wait, you can write about what you see, hear, and feel.

In winter, we can build snowmen. Skating. Snowball fight.

There are countless games that are very funWinter is the season of beautiful days. I love winter!

You can describe the snow scene, throw snowballs with classmates, or you can describe how interesting it is to go out in winter, Ha will have white fog and fog, since it is said to be the favorite, add some reasons, mother's knitted scarf sweater, small hands in Dad's big pocket, hugging classmates after class, naughty children kicking trees, snow falling, and Christmas... Wait, you can write what you see and hear, what you feel and where you are) It's snow, no, I want to be a beautiful note, this snow, it's a ** will Look! It's not just the "notes" that are white, but also groups of villains who fall from the sky, the little people are dancing with **, how happy they dance, in the snow, when the snowflakes are falling, people's souls seem to be washed and sublimated at the same time

Some people like the spring when the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, some people like the vibrant summer, and some people like the winter covered in snow. I, on the other hand, love the fruitful golden autumn.

Autumn is a beautiful season. Although, many flowers and grasses have withered and faded. However, in the season when the flowers are withering, the chrysanthemum is proud of the frost and snow, facing the cold wind, and blooming its first bud.

The slightly fluttering petals are slender and beautiful, like a dancing girl. There are also many colors of chrysanthemums. The white ones are like layers of snow piled up.

Pink like a gorgeous sunset on the horizon. Thousands of postures, each with its own charm. The autumn autumn leaves are also beautiful, and from a distance, they look like a blazing flame.

It adds a touch of brilliant color to the withered yellow hillside. In autumn, the leaves of the trees are also yellow, but the leaves of the green pine, cypress, and camphor are so green that they are close to your eyes. In the autumn breeze, a touch of new green has been added.

I love the beauty of autumn.

Autumn is a bleak season. Otherwise, how can there be the longing of "looking up at the bright moon and bowing your head to think of your hometown"? How can there be the sadness of "the sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world"?

How can there be "Where can the village book be reached?" Return to the edge of Yanluoyang"? In the autumn rain, the song "Zhaojun Out of the Plug" reminds people of Zhaojun who married at the border.

She took her beloved pipa and her love for her hometown and went to the desert for the friendly relationship and cultural exchanges between Han and Hungary. But in the end, because he missed his hometown, he died of illness in a foreign country. But before she died, she still didn't forget to hold the only item she brought from her hometown--- pipa, with longing and pain, she left like this.

I love the bleakness of autumn.