Hometown's Four Seasons Composition
Her beauty is full of vitality in spring! The trees on Yushan Mountain are green and dripping, like a soldier full of vigor and vitality, standing on the land of his hometown. On the hillside, there are green grass and flowers. The old man with gray hair, the couple holding hands, and the lively and lovely children are all strolling in the forest path, intoxicated by the birds and flowers, and a kind of love rises from the bottom of my heart.
In cool and comfortable summer, she is beautiful. In the reeds of Shajiabang, sitting by the boat, barefoot, flapping on the water, countless glittering and translucent splashes splashed on the face and body with the wind, coupled with the cool breeze blowing head-on, the summer heat suddenly vanished, leaving only coolness and ripples on the water. Looking at the fish swimming in the water, I really want to go down and play with them. I don't know when reed leaves rustle in the wind, and it seems to be accompanied by the sound of reeds. In this realm, no matter how stubborn a child is, he will calm down and listen.
Her beauty is gorgeous in autumn. In the field, there are ripe crops, golden rice and snow-white cotton everywhere ... The farmers' uncles are as busy as a bee, bending over, waving their sickles constantly, and the sweat of beans rolling down their faces is too lazy to wipe them. After cutting for a long time, they straightened up and caught their breath. Looking at the rice lying behind them, their faces shone with joy. Then they bent down and waved the sickle skillfully. The ridge is covered with grass, green is yellow, and some wild flowers are dotted in it. Red, yellow, white and purple ... are really beautiful. On both sides of the road, the leaves were painted with different colors by Miss Qiu. The phoenix tree leaves turned yellow, and the autumn wind blew, like handfuls of small fans and handfuls of exquisite brooms, spinning in the air and throwing themselves into the arms of Mother Earth. Maple leaves blushed and danced on the branches. From a distance, like a burning flame, people's hearts beat with her.
Her beauty lies in the sweetness and silence of winter. When you step into the reading desk behind Shi Mei Square, you will tremble. What is it like? What you see is not the vicissitudes of life everywhere, but the colors everywhere. Look! Plum blossoms are blooming brightly, red and pure against the green leaves, which makes people calm down. With the biting cold wind, several leaves fluttered in the air from time to time and returned to the ground. It seems like a butterfly that has only reached the extreme of life, performing a beautiful dance. These fallen leaves, full of the seeds of spring, thrive in summer, reach the extreme with the outbreak of autumn, turn into dust in winter, and dedicate their short life to the earth. "Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more" is also comparable to these leaves.
The germination of spring, the comfort of summer, the harvest of autumn, the tranquility of winter and the four seasons in my hometown always make people feel bright and passionate. Aren't these all beautiful?