Write a composition with the most beautiful season as the theme.

Seasons are like colorful windmills that keep turning. A hundred flowers blossom in spring, the sun is like fire in summer, red leaves are flying in autumn, and snowflakes are fluttering in winter. The windmill keeps turning and turning. .

When I opened the window, I smelled the breath of spring, and the wild flowers on the roadside were still stained with crystal dew. A spring rain washed and refreshed the earth. I still remember when I was a child, I was often afraid of the deafening spring thunder. At that time, my mother told me that teacher Chun wanted to wake up Xiaohua Cao Cao, so I asked grandpa Chun Lei for help, but I kept my mouth shut. Xiaohua Cao Cao is too lazy! When I grow up, I often look forward to Grandpa Chun Lei's help again to wake up the sleeping flowers and grass, because I fell in love with the flowers, green grass, bees who work hard to collect honey and colorful butterflies everywhere in spring. I also like lying on the grass, bathing in the early morning light of spring, watching the flowers in the spring breeze gently shake their hands and let the spring breeze kiss my cheek. Spring is a vibrant season, which brings vitality and richness.

Spring has passed and we have ushered in the hottest season. The sun climbed the Taiping line, and the ground suddenly became hot. We children turn the air conditioner to the lowest level and don't forget to buy ice cream. We hold one in our left hand and one in our right hand, but we can't solve the heat. There was a sudden cool breeze, and before we realized it, the heavy rain had begun to rain. We ran in the rain, feeling extremely cool, and the heat that could not be solved had completely disappeared. The rain is still unbridled and ticking. Although it is not as beautiful as Beethoven's piano music, it makes people feel extremely crisp. Just when we were intoxicated in the rain, our parents' phone woke us up. After being scolded by our parents, we had to take bitter cold medicine. Even so, we think it is worthwhile to get caught in the rain.

Walking in the street, suddenly a cold wind came, summer has quietly left, and autumn has come. A row of geese flew in the sky, bringing the news of autumn. The leaves on the tree can't wait. It falls with the wind and becomes a beautiful yellow butterfly. Before I could appreciate it, it was buried in the soil forever and became another kind of beauty. "It's not that flowers prefer chrysanthemums, so there is no bloom." Although it's autumn, it's already a little chilly. The flowers can't stand the cold and quietly close their petals. At this time, only chrysanthemums proudly open, bringing a hint of fragrance to the earth. The humble chrysanthemums have become so beautiful! Orchards are fruitful and rice fields are golden. You can tell at a glance that this year is definitely another bumper year. "No pains, no gains", farmers' uncles are waiting for their harvest, waiting for the joy of harvest.

Winter, the last season of the year, has also arrived in the cold wind. When I am bored, I like to lie under the covers, cover with a thick quilt, turn on a small desk lamp, take out my favorite novels and read them carefully. The most lively Spring Festival is also in this cold season. The Spring Festival is coming, and the family is sitting around the dining table, eating hot pot, talking and laughing. At that time, I felt the warmth that I couldn't feel in winter. We set off firecrackers after eating hot pot. We girls are timid and can only watch boys play. Those boys deliberately scared us and set off firecrackers nearby. Once, we girls were scared to cry, and the boys suddenly felt at a loss and apologized to us, which made us laugh. Later, when we met the boy who set off firecrackers to scare us, we pretended to cry. Pure friendship has become deeper.

All the year round, spring, summer, autumn and winter, every season is beautiful, and every season has my most beautiful memories.

2. Ask for a composition of about 600 words entitled "The most beautiful season in my heart, autumn". In autumn, the weather is sunny. There is no charm of spring, no charm of summer and no cold of winter. There is only that serenity and elegance.

The autumn sky is not so clear as water, the autumn wind is not so warm, and the autumn atmosphere is even a little bleak, but in this season, there are the most laughter, the most intestines, and the most sadness-fighting-harvest. Just wait for this season of the year, because it never sweats when it is in a crisp autumn, and it adds a lot of laughter, which embellishes this bleak atmosphere with a little hilarity.

I love this season, its brightness, its laughter and its desolation.

The first world I saw was the autumn world.

I was born in autumn, in the season when osmanthus flowers are in full bloom, and in the most beautiful season of the moon. The second moon I saw was the most perfect and bright moon in this round.

This season's scenery is my favorite, with a beautiful moon; This season's food is my favorite, with delicious moon cakes; This season's air is my favorite, mixed with fresh osmanthus fragrance.

I had my first trip this season.

Three years ago that autumn, I had my first trip. Although I didn't go far, I walked out of Guang 'an and saw the scenery outside.

I went to Kunming, where autumn and spring are almost the same, otherwise how can we say that the four seasons are like spring? The towering stone forest I saw: Nature concentrated magic and beauty on the stone forest. I saw the biggest cave: the miracle of nature. I can't help but admire: nature is really a pair of skillful hands!

I love autumn, love it brings me a pleasant trip, and love its weather makes my trip unimpeded.

I love this season. It has everything I love and countless precious memories. This season is not sad, but it has its own characteristics, which makes it unique and more beautiful.

Beautiful, quiet ...

Hope to adopt

Write a composition with "beautiful season". Everyone knows the beauty and changes of the four seasons.

But among the four seasons, spring is the most beautiful! Spring is a season for all things to grow, which makes people get rid of the cold world and be more awake. When I open my eyes, spring is far and near, and the songs of spring can never be sung.

Willow is the first to make a sound. It used to fall asleep quietly and indulge in a wonderful sweet dream. Suddenly, it gently poked out its naughty little head, then stretched out its waist branches and pulled out brand-new wicker, growing into a gentle and quiet girl.

The girl splashing water danced happily with the breeze. From front to back, slowly rippling from top to bottom.

Then the small and exquisite grass also sang songs. Get up early every morning and start a new life under the call of spring.

The grass will get together for a meeting, and at night, they will go back to their original place. During lunch break, they will take a nap! That kind of clear green, transparent green, light green ... This jasper-like color is all hidden in a piece of spring scenery, and is carefully described by the painter who is good at discovering beauty with the thickest brush, leaving an unforgettable beauty for nature and a joyful carol.

The spring rain is falling underground, sometimes taking a break, with warmth and warmth, so that fresh colors are floating in the air; Sometimes it rains heavily, like a wide bead curtain, dripping green, which makes people relaxed and happy. Birds in the tree began to sing, as if praising the beauty of nature.

On the contrary, the weather is fine, and in the cloudless weather in Wan Li, you can have a wonderful spring. Spring makes the earth green, willows more slender, flowers more bright and dazzling ... Spring seems to be a colorful meticulous painting without any traces of carving.

It's amazing. Supplement: The warm spring breeze in the beautiful season blows all over the mountains, and everything recovers and is full of vitality.

Miss Chun, wearing a long green dress, came to us gently. Spring girl stroking willow branches with tender little hands; Spring rain bathes flowers with her happy little tears.

Willow branches germinate and grow green Ye Er; Flowers are in bud, showing pink smiling faces and producing beautiful flowers. Aunt Chun sowed the seeds of spring, and the grass quietly showed its head and quietly grew long leaves.

Miss Spring lets grandpa take away the cold and frost in winter. She brings us fresh air full of flowers and refreshing scenery. The spring breeze combs the hair of the willow tree, and the willow tree swings its charming long hair, so that the spring breeze can pin countless green flowers on her body. Willow proudly shines on the river, and willow branches ripple with the wind.

Spring rain moistens the flowers and gives them bright red, yellow, orange and purple ... Spring rain and spring breeze play on the river, melting the ice, splashing water nests and blowing ripples. Ah, how interesting! The spring rain is continuous.

The earth drinks enough water to make its skin darker and more shiny. Peach blossom, full of tender green buds, faintly dotted with a little bright red in the middle, stands as high as the top of the tree, with milky yellow stamens and reddish petals, which makes people feel pity and can't put it down. They stand proudly and alone in the green, being baptized by the spring rain, and are particularly eye-catching in the misty green of drizzle.

Miss Chun is a beautiful young female painter. She painted grass in light green, roses in red, rape flowers in goose yellow and Phalaenopsis in lavender. It's Toona sinensis tree's turn, and the green is gone. Simply put, it is dark red ... because of Miss Chun's embellishment, the whole world has become colorful. In the forest, spring is tinkling, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and bees and butterflies are flying.

The whole earth is green, with faint red, yellow and purple hidden in the grass, and shy wild flowers add a little vitality to the earth. Swallows dressed in black spread their light and convenient wings, skimmed the water and shuttled under willow trees, as if playing hide and seek. When I was tired of flying, I stopped on the wire, twittering, not knowing what I was talking about, and looked like a staff member from a distance.

A cuckoo in the distance is singing "cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo". Spring is a beautiful season, a beautiful hope and the beginning of a beautiful hope. Looking up at the sky, how many kites are flying under the blue sky, and my heart is flying in the clouds.

In this beautiful season, let's fly our dreams and fly a beautiful tomorrow. Follow-up: Thank you! You are so talented.

4. It is better to laugh and cry than to cry and say regret in high school composition with the theme of seasons.

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In my youth, I was full of vigor and vitality. Without my ignorance of spring, I have more hope to blossom and bear fruit. Like dandelion, I fly my dreams and sail with the wind.

I like summer, the season in bloom, set off by leaves, gentle wind and melancholy rain. I have an imagination of going out in the sun with a backpack. This season is really dazzling.

I can't bear to make my skin suffer. Gently write a word "forbearance" on the back of my hand, hehe! Fashion symbolizes the society, and the society is developing constantly, but the tradition of "forbearance" has not been forgotten. It likes to remind itself at all times that even if it is bad-tempered, it is tender and youthful when the wind blows.

I like the early morning in summer. The sunshine is always so abundant. I opened the curtain and patted all over my body, grabbing it with my hands, hoping to catch a ray of sunshine and swallow it, put on clothes that don't suit me, and go out to welcome the warmth of summer. I like to look up with my eyes closed and feel the direction of the sun. I'd rather shoot through myself, like family greetings, with more tenderness and more love. I like to look up at the white clouds, as soft as cotton candy, and I have the illusion of wanting to take a bite. In this way, this season is full of flawless fantasy.

I like rain, whether it's pouring rain or continuous light rain, I can't say how it feels. I like to have light rain on my face when I am happy, and share eternal happiness with me. It won't hurt to hit you, but it will feel like a joke. It will wash away all the unhappy past events and feel a touch of happiness in the pain. I like the intermittent rain, with their reluctance and attachment to the sky, with their curiosity and yearning for the land, slowly falling into the rivers and seas ... what should I do if it rains heavily? Happy shower is a big deal. I'm in charge this season. This is youth, forget all unhappy things.

I like stars, especially in summer. It's so comfortable to lie on the lawn and look at the sky! Smiling eyes blinked as if begging me to tell them a story. In front of my eyes, I saw the little prince running around with the only rose, rosy with happiness, and this season has endless happiness.

This season, there are so many likes, so many disappointments, even the sadness of heavy rain. Baskets of imagination have been growing up with me, and the road is long, and the scenery is infinite.

I'm in charge this season. I will come one by one, happy or unhappy, because this is my life and my youth.

Please write a 600-word essay on what season is.

Vibrant spring, scorching summer, cloudless autumn in Wan Li and white winter-constantly changing in the long river of time, composing a natural sonata.

Step into the spring when the snow and ice melt, listen to the gurgling sound of the stream, and listen to a few melodious bird songs. The children are playing freely on the grass. They danced, laughed and beat the rhythm of spring. Unexpected spring rain, quietly scattered on the earth, added a touch of touch to spring. Breathing the breath of spring and feeling the warmth of spring. Spring performed the opening song perfectly, touching, tactfully and comfortably.

In hot summer, the high sun creates a warm and grand atmosphere. I heard several cicadas chirping, and gradually, the chirping became stronger and stronger. There is always a ray of voice that is the most pleasing to the ear, and it should be a talented "chief"! This wonderful movement, accompanied by the disappearance of cicadas, entered the sequel from * * *, and played a warm, * * *, high.

Looking forward to the fruitful autumn, the leaves are scattered and rustling. Look! Farmers in the field are busy harvesting, and the melodious labor songs are filled with the joy of harvest. Oh, there is autumn wind flying in the air, rolling up fallen leaves and dancing with it, and there is a unique autumn sound. This sequel is gentle and ups and downs.

Entering the cold winter, the howling cold wind blows wantonly. Snowflakes are falling and flying, wrapping a mysterious silver coat for winter. Soon, silence enveloped the white earth. Silence, no interest, no trace, everything in the world is silent. Draw a perfect ending for the sonata of the four seasons. Silence gives people reverie, silently, put this music into our hearts without trace.

Start, * * *, continue and end. . The melody of the four seasons has been lingering in my ears, and no one is tired of it. After vicissitudes of life, it is still melodious and resounds through the heart. .

That's right.

6. Write an article of more than 600 words about my favorite season with the topic "My favorite season".

Throughout the year, I hate the warm sunshine and spring breeze in spring, the heat in summer and the winter when flowers are dying, but I have a special liking for autumn when leaves rustle.

In the most rampant season of hot magic-when summer left the world, autumn came to the world with light steps. In a short time, the city of autumn scenery, there is no breath of summer.

Autumn, came to the campus, in an instant, all the flowers suddenly freed from the heat, and saw the vitality. At this time, several leaves fell to the ground, and the wind blew them to dance for this great autumn. Oh, the great Qiu!

In autumn, I came to the field and warmly greeted a string of golden corn hanging on the tree. Huang Cancan and full corn kernels showed people the unique beauty of autumn. Under the eaves, Qiu kissed the face of red pepper, like a firecracker waiting for people to light ... Qiu gently jumped into the face of farmers, adding "blessings" to crops and happiness to farmers. Oh, the great Qiu!

Autumn came to the orchard, opened its "cosmetic box", wiped the apples red, painted the oranges golden, and painted the grapes purple ... Autumn started all this, laughing comfortably and laughing ... Oh, great autumn!

Autumn leaves rich fruits and good wishes to the world. Autumn, and then left, branches swaying, Ye Er wanted to follow the footsteps of autumn, rode away in the wind, made several spins in the air, and floated down, leaving beautiful thoughts and quiet meditation. Autumn silently "serves" people, and we don't know what to repay it. I love autumn, and I love its noble character of being willing to "serve" people without asking for anything in return!

7. Four Seasons Topic Composition "The wind blows off the last leaf, and there is snow in my heart. Love can only be piled up in memory-oh, for next season. "

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I walk alone in the warm season and refuse to bid farewell to the past. Tell yourself gently that lonely people don't need to wander, I just wander occasionally after being injured. Shaping is a place without sadness, but as Zhu Ziqing said, "Happiness is theirs", I have nothing. Is it "everything is the beginning without an ending, and everything is a fleeting pursuit"? Just like she said? I'm afraid I'm wrong, I'm afraid, I'm afraid I've always been strong. Without my parents, I would lose my way.

Night, don't let the language repeat. The thought that has been illuminated by the lamp, shining with the light of temptation, has been thinking. Well, I don't want to talk to myself anymore.

Like the night breeze, blow yourself up, you can hang your mood on the side of the road, or you can kick your mood under your feet and let yourself step on it slowly, then walk away and secretly watch her cry silly ~ ~ ~

Girls or not, they will miss their parents when they leave home. Only then did I realize that I didn't grow up and didn't want to grow up again. Only then do we know that it is emotions, not people, that grow up with us. When I am free, I hold a pen and look at the words before stepping on the tail of the wind, slipping from the end of the pen and hitting my heart, colliding with the sound of metal. Words have no feelings, but different people always add their own feelings, and then see their own appearance from the words, always moving themselves to tears.

Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Month, hook away the nursery rhymes of childhood. Accompanied by sentimental words, it seems to appreciate the beauty of loneliness, such as the transparency and simplicity of the summer sky and the slender autumn rain. Love has become a lonely language, hanging high in the sky, holding the moonlight and leaving the evening breeze on the house.

The brain at night can objectively answer its own questions. During the day, you can boldly squander, let the material encroach, and carefully give it to the spirit at night. The green light is yellow and the tea is fragrant. "Those who can't get there are called distant places, and those who can't go back are called hometown." So I'm sick and old ~ ~

Despite the corrosion of memory, those fresh and green have long been buried in the scale of time. Standing at the mouth of the cup, watching from a distance, slowly dissolved the life filtered by time into my life. After a long time, I have settled down from the shallow place at the bottom of the cup, and one or two drops are crystal clear-I think that is the most beautiful thing in my heart, not flowers, but tears.

"It's like being trapped in a fog, eager to escape from the reality of nothingness." Run! run! I really don't want to doubt myself anymore. No matter how cold loneliness will melt, do you believe it? Watch yourself leave, want to find freedom, but also give others freedom. Just set me free and ask myself to commit a crime!

Hope does not need to be interpreted, faith does not need to be * *, and the past does not need to be wrapped in your arms. It turns out that all the pain comes from extravagant hopes, and everything seems to be destined. Fade away * * *, maybe I am my own sunshine, shining brightly ahead.

8. Write a composition with the theme of "Autumn is beautiful". It's fall here. In the fields and hillsides, there are bumper harvests everywhere: cotton is as white as snow, golden yellow, and heavy ears of grain nod frequently; Full-grain sorghum red is like fire.

The apples in the orchard are ripe. From a distance, they look like red lanterns. How beautiful they are! The autumn sky is as blue as the sea and seems to have been washed by autumn rain.

White clouds float slowly like a canoe sailing. Autumn is really cool! Autumn is not as vibrant as spring when flowers are in full bloom, but it is not as vibrant as summer when trees are shaded. But it attracts people with attractive autumn colors and golden fruits. I like watching the bright moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival evening. Love to see the beautiful autumn chrysanthemums in the park; Love to watch the uniform geese fly south; I prefer to see grains piled up in the granary and heavy apples hanging all over the branches.

In autumn, some bright flowers wither, but chrysanthemums bloom in the bright sunshine. Some are yellow, some are white, some are purple, some are like dragonflies, some are like fireworks, and some are like beautiful butterflies, graceful in the breeze.

Although the leaves are yellow, the pine and cypress are still so green. The maple leaves all over the mountains are red, as red as the sunset glow, as if challenging the cold autumn. It's really "frosty leaves are redder than February flowers."

In front of grandma's house is an orchard, and the dense branches and leaves of grapes spread around, just like setting up a green pavilion. The grape trellis is covered with clusters of grapes, red, green and green, with bright green, shining like pearls, in groups of five and three, head to head, face to face, as if whispering: "Young Master, welcome back, we all thought you had forgotten us."

I smiled and shook my head and said, "No, I haven't forgotten you!" " "The most coveted is the pear in Huang Chengcheng. Thin skin and sweet juice make people want to eat the next one.

A heavy persimmon, a crooked branch, kept nodding to me in the breeze, as if welcoming me. Next to the orchard is a paddy field, and fragrance wafts from a field in Huang Cancan.

The full ears of rice make the rice stalks stiff, as if thanking the earth for its kindness. A clear river flows slowly from grandma's house.

Looking across the river, the love of Qingshan brings my thoughts to a far, far place. Ah! Autumn can not only bring good news of harvest, but also give people the courage and strength to make progress.

The charm of autumn: I love autumn. I love not only its admirable fruit, but also its fallen leaves, and I like its charming charm best.

There is no lingering in spring, fanaticism in summer and indifference in winter; You are like a fine horse in vilen running and jumping from time to time, like a general who has experienced vicissitudes of life and is open-minded and cheerful, like a meteor calmly crossing the night sky ... autumn is crisp. The sky above is high and wide, blue without a cloud; At the foot is a flat land, full of mature golden yellow and quiet streets.

The rustling of yellow leaves in the wind is gently accompanied by a clear and transparent stream jumping happily. Everything is like that, please be pure and free and easy.

Autumn is warm. People withered by the heat cheered up in a slight coolness.

The students started the new school year with confidence; Young people are also looking at Chongyang in high spirits, walking briskly and flying high, with new expectations. Autumn is sincere.

A gust of autumn wind blew away the hypocrisy and selfishness on weekdays, and people were open-minded and sincere. In this natural and refreshing season, how can we tolerate suspicion and melodrama? The refreshing, warm and sincere, uncut natural expression, flowing freely, reveals refreshing new ideas, which is the noble and unique charm of autumn. Oh, the nobility of autumn, I admire you, the elegance of autumn, I admire you.

-composition about autumn scenery My family lives on the second floor. There is neither a balcony nor a yard, but the big yard of Uncle Li's house on the ground floor is full of flowers and trees, which is high enough to reach my window. In addition, my father set up a simple flower stand in the window and put a lot of potted flowers and trees to make my window interesting.

Every autumn, the tall pomegranate tree is full of fruits, round and big, which is really lovable. The huge fruit is bright and bright, the side illuminated by the sun is dark red, and the backlight side is green.

Against the dense green leaves, there are several big pomegranates among the flowers that have exceeded June. Most of the pomegranate seeds in it are too big, and the skin is crushed, and the heads are sticking out one by one, as if to say to me: Li He, do you want to try some yards? We are delicious, sweet and sour. I looked at this pomegranate and my mouth watered, so I picked one and peeled it. The pomegranate seeds inside are crystal clear in the sun, like small gems.

Put it in your mouth and gently bite it, and the sweet and sour juice suddenly overflows your mouth, sweet and intoxicating; This kind of acid, abnormal acid, is really delicious. The neighbor of pomegranate tree is loquat tree, which has not borne fruit for a long time, but the newly picked leaves are light green with a layer of silvery white hair on them, which feels furry, soft and lovely.

Dad told me that on the top bud in the center of this new leaf, there are buds for next year, which will blossom and bear fruit next spring. Oh, I thought autumn was just the harvest season, but it was also the starting point of a new life.

In the autumn of harvest and pregnancy, you brought vitality to my window. No wonder the small maple tree kept clapping for you in the autumn wind, beating the red of the tambourine, which was better than the clouds in the morning and evening. Of course, I won't forget you, the five-needled pine and Pteris pinnatifida dotted on the window at home.

9. Seek the most beautiful composition with the theme of "Spring". 20 1 1 Zhejiang quzhou senior high school entrance examination composition: the most beautiful.

Everything in the world is beautiful, spring grass Chun Yan; There are green trees and butterflies in summer; Autumn has fruitful results, and geese have geese; There are snow and sparrows in winter. Everything is so beautiful, so beautiful. I don't know who said, "The world is not short of beauty, but the eyes that find beauty."

Life is beautiful, and maternal love is even better.

When I was a child, I thought my mother was the most beautiful woman, with long black hair, a faint, nameless fragrance, a delicate face, watery eyes and rosy cheeks. In the summer night sky, my mother likes to sit in the extremely cool place in front of her house with a chair, and I like to lean in my mother's arms and listen to her beautiful story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl quietly. As soon as the breeze blows, a faint fragrance floats in my mother's hair. Mother gently stroked me with her satin hand and made me fall asleep quickly.

Time is gone forever, so I have changed from a little girl to a big girl, and where is my mother?

By chance, I sat next to my mother. I didn't dare to look at her directly, but I saw her silvery hair because of the residual light left by the refraction of light and eyes. There seems to be a few more lines in crow's feet and a lot of calluses on my hands. The village says I look more and more like my mother, but my mother looks more and more like my grandmother, ugly and old. Tears welled up in my eyes and I recalled everything my mother had done for me in the past ten years. When I get sick again and again, there is a thin shadow moving on the rugged mountain road. It is you! Mom, you carried me to the hospital in the hot sun. I'm fine, but you have heatstroke; Who is the familiar figure stepping on the snow? I know it's you, my mother.

When Yuhua kissed me heartily and washed me away, it was my mother who propped up a sunny day for me with her thin coat, and her gaunt face was still so profound after the rain.

I dare not walk at night, facing the path as dark as the devil, I looked, sighed and froze. I am afraid of the dark, and I tremble when I see it at night, just like when my father talks to me. I was helpless and left tears. Suddenly, a little light flashed in the distance, getting brighter and brighter. Suddenly, a familiar figure came into view. Yes, it's mom again!

I haven't done anything to you in recent years, and sometimes I even yell at you, but you still love me, love me and take care of me in every possible way for more than ten years! I feel guilty! Mom, you have created a surprisingly beautiful love song with your love!

The beauty of maternal love, she is eternal, pure and sincere, maternal love is the most beautiful …

10. Please write a narrative on your favorite season. There are four seasons in a year ―― spring, summer, autumn and winter. Spring blossoms, birds and flowers. The summer sun is like fire, and the heat is unbearable; Everything grows in autumn and harvests everywhere; It's freezing in winter, dripping into ice. Of these four seasons, I like spring and autumn best. Spring has come, the weather is getting warmer, everything wakes up and flowers are in full bloom. Swallows also fly back, singing birds and flowers. Whenever this time, my parents take me for a spring outing. In spring, butterflies are flying everywhere in the suburbs of Shan Ye, all kinds of colorful. My parents and I are chasing butterflies, catching butterflies and making butterflies on the mountain. We also fly kites together. My father and I fly kites so high that sometimes we can hardly see them. We also catch fish by the river. Although we may not catch fish, we can roll up our trouser legs and play in the water, and have fun every time. Sometimes we can catch one or two small fish occasionally, which makes us excited. Autumn is a harvest season when all kinds of fruits are ripe, and then my parents will take me to play. One year, we went to play dates, my father played in the tree and my mother and I picked them underground. My father has been picking the date. We also went to the vineyard to pick grapes, and the grape racks were covered with strings of purple grapes. We walked around the garden, picking ripe grapes while eating. After we picked up a bag, we settled accounts with the host, found a shady place and ate grapes while playing. Really happy. My parents also took me back to my hometown to pick peanuts. When the farmer's uncle shaves, some peanuts always fall into the ground. We turned the soil with a small hoe and picked up the peanuts that fell in the ground. When we were picking peanuts, my father also told me how peanuts grow and bloom. Although we didn't pick many peanuts, I thought it was meaningful. I not only increased my knowledge and exercised, but also reduced my losses for my uncle.