Words, sentences and paragraphs about the four seasons
Fruitful geese fly all over Shan Ye, with red leaves and abundant grains, reeds flying all over the sky, high clouds and light geese flying south, mountains and rivers, and abundant grains, with fruitful results and fragrant autumn harvest. Winter storage is quite critical.
Layers of forest are dyed with a cluster of golden yellow and a cluster of fiery autumn. Autumn is deep and pleasant. Qiu Lan is full of fragrance and the autumn rain is continuous.
The spring breeze is pleasant, the spring is bright and warm as spring. Bloom is full of spring.
Summer goes to cold [explanation] Summer goes to winter. Generally refers to the passage of time.
The mountain is cold and cold [explanation]. Describe the scene in winter.
Autumn collection in the east [explanation] autumn harvest, winter storage. Generally refers to traditional agricultural activities.
Snow omen means that heavy snow in winter is a sign of bumper harvest in the coming year.
The fungus of summer insects is that summer insects can't live in winter, and the fungus is a flash in the pan. Metaphor life is short.
It is very cold in winter.
Gertrude wears summer shoes in winter. Metaphor is too frugal and stingy.
Warm in winter and cool in summer make parents warm in winter and cool in summer. This refers to the filial piety of the Son of Man. Now it is also called warm in winter and cool in summer.
Collecting fireflies and reflecting snow and collecting fireflies: Che Yin in the Jin Dynasty was very poor when he was young, and he used fireflies in his schoolbag to study in summer; Snow Appreciation: Sun Kang of Jin Dynasty once studied in the snow in winter. Describe a poor family and study hard.
Yanyan flies to the temperate zone in summer and returns to the south in winter; Wild geese come to the temperate zone in winter and return to the south in summer. For example, we can't meet.
Summer stoves and winter fans are used to make summer stoves and winter fans. Metaphor does not meet the needs of the times, and it takes efforts to get benefits.
No winter, no summer, no matter winter or summer. It means never stopping all year round.
The yellow cotton coat symbolizes the winter sunshine.
It is warm in winter and cool in summer. Winter keeps parents warm and summer keeps parents cool. This refers to the filial piety of the Son of Man. Now it is also called warm in winter and cool in summer.
The sun in winter and the clouds in summer in Xia Yun. Metaphor is gentle and amiable, which makes people willing to approach.
The loveliness of winter makes people feel as warm and cordial as the sun in winter. It is a metaphor for people's gentle and loving attitude, which makes people willing to approach.
Spring is long and summer is long, autumn harvest and winter storage are spring germination, summer growth, autumn harvest and winter storage. Refers to the general process of agricultural production. It is also a metaphor for the occurrence and development of things.
The sun is burning.
These trees provide pleasant shade.
(of a person) sweating
Cicada broke out in the hot sun.
These trees provide pleasant shade.
(of a person) sweating
Cicadas
Hot weather
Lightning and thunder.
The heat is pressing
Extremely hot
The sun is shining violently.
Scorching sun
Sweat (because of fear or physical exertion)
Ignorance or inexperience
The coolness of summer nights
A gentle and kind person is willing to approach.
Filial piety, the son of man
Hot summer life
As the years passed
The sun in summer is empty and hot.
This is a story about a luxurious banquet-busy drinking.
Timely help and education
An extremely strict person
Time limits human feelings.
Cicada doesn't know snow, spring breeze, summer rain, heavy plum and melon.
Spring grows in summer, autumn harvests in winter and Xia Yun in winter.
Bamboo grain is like water, warm in winter and warm in summer, warm in winter and clear in summer.
Floating melons are very heavy, and they are planted in cold summer.
The umbrella is high when it is cold, and it rains when it rains in summer.
The sun is like fire, the wind is like rain and the wind is like rain.
Autumn, summer, summer, summer, cold, summer, rain, cold.
No winter, no summer, stoves, winter fans, terrible summer.
Best of all, it snowed a little. You see, the dwarf pine on the mountain is getting darker and darker, and there is a bun of white flowers on the top of the tree, like a Japanese wet nurse. The top of the mountain is all white, and there is a silver edge on the blue sky. On the hillside, there is thick snow in some places, and grass color is still exposed in some places; In this way, one is white, the other is dark yellow, and the mountain is covered with a floral dress with water patterns; Looking at it, this floral dress seems to be blown by the wind, which makes you want to see more beautiful goatskin. As the sun sets, the yellowish sun shines obliquely on the hillside, and Bo Xue seems to be suddenly shy and slightly red. It's just a light snow. Jinan can't stand heavy snow. Those mountains are too fragile.
Winter is coming, the cold current is coming, the goose feather-like snow is flying all over the sky, and the whole world is covered with a white coat.
The autumn when the crops were harvested was sent away, and the snowy winter finally arrived.
It's snowing, and pieces of snowflakes are falling from the sky. In a short time, the ground, trees and roofs turned white.
It's warm in spring, warm in summer and quiet in autumn. What about winter?
It was just dawn, and I was walking on my way to school with my schoolbag on my back. The boundary between heaven and earth is so hazy: the mountains are white, the sky is white, and white fog is floating on the water. I want to touch this strange fog, but it is like a naughty child, running east for a while and west for a while. ...
The cold wind roared, scratching the hair of pedestrians with its thick fingers and stabbing the skin of pedestrians like needles. Pedestrians have no choice but to buckle their winter clothes tightly, put their hands in their pockets, shrink their necks and act quickly. But the pines and cypresses on both sides of the road are in high spirits, proudly facing the wind, frost, rain and snow, inspiring people to forge ahead.
Shops in the street opened one after another. I didn't have the heart to appreciate the dazzling array of goods, and I didn't have the heart to taste the mouth-watering food, so I stepped up and went to school to find that winter morning.
As the sun rises, the gray fog seems to be rolling all the time. I vaguely see the heads on the playground: one, two, three ... The playground is getting more and more lively. Look, here comes an old teacher. Several young pioneers are saluting him. The old teacher smiled and nodded. ...
There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter best. In winter, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm of heavy snow and a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of snow give people a cool and shining comfort. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful.
The snow in the evening is deeply cut, as if there are countless emotions, and it is as turbulent as the sea water, which can drown everything and have a sense of nudity. Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear, like soldiers in battle, wearing silver armor, and like pieces of white sails sailing. ...
The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is no difference between heaven and earth. I can only see a piece of silver, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.
After the snow, the world is decorated with continuous white snow, with lush foliage and jade. This is a gratifying scene of heavy snow.
I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more. Winter is the ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.
As soon as autumn is over, winter will come. Winter is the coldest season among the four seasons.
Winter hasn't arrived yet, but it's already cold. The trees swayed in the wind, and the lowest temperature dropped below zero. Sleeping in bed at night, I heard the wind whistling outside, like a tiger roaring. The strong wind banged the windows of my house, which made it difficult for the old man to sleep. The noise is loud enough to wake the sleeping people. I also couldn't sleep for a long time, quietly listening to the wind whistling in the tiger ... It was a long time before I fell asleep in a daze.
When I get up in the morning, I go outside the house. The wind is still blowing, and it doesn't mean to decrease at all. The wind was so strong that it almost knocked me down and I could hardly stand up. I'm dressed like a big fat man at this time. Although I wear so much and so thick, the wind keeps drilling into my body. At this time, I saw pedestrians on the road take out all kinds of weapons to keep out the cold, cotton-padded clothes, down jackets, scarves and hats ... but some people still said, "cold, cold!" "
It was already so cold before winter came. If winter really comes, I wonder how cold it will be! It may freeze people to death.
I always feel bored at home alone, so I go out for a walk with my grandmother.
Out of the door, I couldn't help taking a breath of the air after the rain. The air is so fresh. I saw that the thorns that bloomed brilliantly last week were scared down by the cold wind, and the thorns of wild roses in the community were not as strong as before. As soon as I pressed it, it fell, and so did the pink petals.
On the flower bed, pieces of dead leaves fell on it and turned into bowls of sweet spring water after the rain. Walking on Wu Tong Road, the ground is full of Wu Tong leaves, and the north wind is blowing. They scampered into the road like a group of naughty and lovely little people, and the north wind scampered around in my clothes.
Several cypress trees beside the 576 station are still standing without fear. They are so strong and straight. There are several chrysanthemums beside the school gate, which seems to add some vitality to the deserted campus.
Several children are playing by the pool on campus, and the old people are sitting by the pool in groups of three, talking about the past and the present. The waves rippled, reflecting the surrounding lights.
When I came to the bamboo forest in the north of the mountain, I saw them standing firmly on the grass. The north wind blew, and they shook their heads as if they were not afraid of this cold winter.
Before I realized it, I was standing in front of our house. I still looked at the beautiful scenery in winter and didn't come back. ...
Looking up, the dark blue sky is so charming. Bright little stars twinkle in the sky, and they gather more and more, as if dancing on the blue carpet, blinking and talking to me. Ah! The night is so magical that the moon just climbed the treetops and gave off bright light. The night is quiet.
This is winter on campus, a beautiful and quiet winter.
It's a beautiful morning in winter. If you don't believe me, please see-
Every morning when I open the door and go out, the biting cold wind comes at me from time to time. Occasionally, naughty little snowflakes fall like dancing. Hexagonal snowflakes are varied: some are like silver needles, some are like fallen leaves, and some are like pieces of paper ... they are beautiful. Fall to the ground, as if to spread a thick blanket on the ground; Falling on a tree, like wearing silver; It landed in the car like a fresh cream cake. This beautiful snow scene makes people immerse themselves in fresh air. Everything is wrapped in silver and beautiful.
However, what makes people feel the breath of winter at home is the ice flowers on the window, some of which are like forests and full of mystery; Some are like streams, as if flowing quietly; Some are like Santa Claus, as if to give gifts to people ... Miss Winter is really ingenious!
The club is crowded and very lively. People are wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, like cotton bags. They do morning exercises with beautiful music.
There is a thick layer of ice on the artificial lake, and some naughty little students are frolicking on the lake, and there are bursts of laughter from time to time. …
It is very cold in winter. To tell the truth, I don't want it to come, but when it comes, I have a strange feeling. Ah, I love winter, because, in winter, "the wind knows the grass", I love its character.
Hoo-",the wind roared, the trees shook in the wind, and the branches were whipped in the air like wild dancing whips.
Pine trees stand luxuriantly in the white snow, swaying with the cold northwest wind, making a shrill roar, as if to deliberately despise winter.
Just after 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the sun has put away its faint light, as if afraid of the cold, hiding in the clouds as thick as cotton tires.
On the twelfth day of winter, the windows were blocked by snow, and the ice valves hung in rows on the eaves like translucent small crystal columns.
That winter, it was cold, which made people have a sore nose and a headache, and their feet were like two pieces of ice.
The wind is cold. Bare trees, like bald old people, can't stand the northwest wind and sway in the cold wind.
This winter, the ground is frozen and cracked, the small north wind blows like a knife, and snow is flying all over the sky.
The sun in the middle of winter seems to be afraid of getting cold. Wearing thick clothes can't give off heat.
In the middle of winter, the north wind is cold, silver-gray clouds are galloping in the sky, the cold current is rolling, and a heavy snow is brewing.
Count nine cold days, freezing thousands of miles. The whole world has become a big refrigerator, the mountains are shivering with cold, the rivers are stiff with cold, and the air seems to be frozen.
The weather is gloomy, and the sky is thick, low and gray-yellow turbid clouds. The northeast wind roared and ran wildly in the wilderness. It seems to be holding a sword, which can pierce a tight leather coat, not to mention the exposed face, and it is scratched again and again, and the pain is unbearable.
In winter, "a hole with a big needle and a strong wind" in the house poured in through the broken window.
The branches of dead trees sway in the cold wind, like bony hands facing the sky.
In the cold winter, the river changed its old excitement and seemed to fall asleep peacefully.
The cold wind, like thousands of steel cones, pierced my bones and made me tremble with cold.
Just after 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the sun has put away its faint light, as if afraid of the cold, hiding in the clouds as thick as cotton tires.
On a cold winter night, the wind stopped, but it snowed harder. On this windless snowy night, the small mountain village was silent, except for the rustling of dense goose feather snow falling on the ground. ...
The cold wind blows hard, and the bare trees, like bald old people, can't stand the northwest wind and sway in the cold wind.
There is a delicate beauty in winter. Everything in the boundless universe is white. Occasionally, it feels more unique to decorate a few red berries. In any case, it reveals its light and pure theme.
Winter is a cold season, brewing silver dreams.
The sun in the middle of winter seems to be afraid of getting cold. Wearing thick clothes can't give off heat.
The straight cement road has been paved with a long white carpet, so pure and crystal clear that I can't bear to step on it.
In early winter, she was like a beautiful, noble and reserved princess, waving a magical veil and sending cold winds.
In winter, all the trees fell asleep and slept soundly until spring, when the green leaves covered the branches.
The heavy snow comes with the cold winter, and the streets seem to be silver, so bright and brilliant; Long icicles hung in front of the eaves like crystal daggers, and the breath of pedestrians turned into white smoke.
Count nine cold days, freezing thousands of miles. The whole world has become a big refrigerator, the mountains are shivering with cold, the rivers are stiff with cold, and the air seems to be frozen.
In July, the sun hung like a fireball in the blue sky. The cloud seems to have melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.
Spring goes with the falling flowers, and summer comes with green leaves in the warm wind.
The early summer sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with shiny spots the size of copper coins.
The wind blows with a slight warmth, and cuckoos sing from time to time. It is telling us: "Spring is over."
Grass, reeds and red, white and purple wildflowers are steamed by the fiery red sun hanging high in the air, and the air is filled with sweet and intoxicated breath.
In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom, red, purple, pink and yellow, like bright spots embroidered on green carpets; Crowds of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around with difficulty.
In midsummer, it is so hot that even dragonflies only dare to fly near the shade, as if they were afraid that the sun would burn their wings.
There is not a cloud in the air, there is not a wind, there is a scorching sun overhead, and all the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily.
In midsummer July, there is not a cloud in the blue sky. The sun is scorching the earth, the water in the river is boiling hot, and the soil in the field is smoking.
Under the scorching sun, on both sides of the road, ripe grains bent down and lowered their heads in the heat. Grasshoppers, like grass leaves, make a weak and noisy sound in wheat fields and rye fields, among the reeds on the shore.
The sun is like a fireball of the boss, the light is burning, the road surface is scorched by the scorching sun, and a pile of white smoke is stepped on.
It's sweltering and there's not a breath of wind. The thick air seems to have solidified.
The whole city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, which makes people breathless. Dogs lie prone on the ground with bright red tongues, and mules and horses have particularly large nostrils.
Flaming parachutes are hanging high in the air, so hot that fish in the river dare not surface and birds dare not fly out of the mountains. Even the dogs in the village just stick out their tongues and gasp endlessly.
That day, it was terribly hot. As soon as the sun came out, the ground was already on fire, and some gray gases, like clouds, like Feiyun, like fog, like fog, floated low in the air, making people feel breathless.
It was a long summer without rain, and the old loach in the field was turned white by the scorching sun. The stream near the village dropped several inches, and the stones above the water suddenly became bigger.
I don't know where the bird went; The vegetation is dejected and despondent, as if dying; Only cicadas keep chirping in the branches; It's really breaking gongs and drums to cheer for the scorching sun!
The willow trees in the street seem to be sick, and the leaves are hanging with dust and rolling on the branches, and the branches are still. There is white light on the road, and the vendors dare not shout. The plexiglass signboard at the door of the store seems to have been sunburned.
The breeze washes your heart and the sound of nature stirs your heart. A stream of water, a string of bamboo sounds, you will know that it is time for you to see autumn.
2. Compared with the splendor of spring, the glitz of summer and the silence of winter, Qiu is a middle-aged great man who has a clear understanding of the world and has not yet grown old.
3. Autumn is a broad mood, and autumn is a leisurely leisure.
4. Autumn grass is sentient and dying; Yellow flowers are unintentional, attracting Nanshan to overlook. Buildings intersect and smoke billows, which is the endless poetry of autumn.
5. Walking into autumn, staring at the clear water, mountains, clouds and trees will overlap your figure.
6. Picking up a pebble that has kissed autumn water is a feeling of autumn.
7. Or the first sunshine in the morning, or the sunset glow in the mountain street, sitting alone in the autumn sky, faint clouds, distant mountains, nearby trees, birds singing, a distant symphony of nature rises in your heart.
8. At the foot of Chung Shan Man, a flood peak has crossed, standing on the high slope of the hill, watching the time when autumn leaves fall one after another, and watching Yun Qi Yunyong rush past the world of life like a passer-by.
9. High above, you stand on the horizon and enjoy autumn.
10. Don't "fall leaves in Qiu Lai", put aside "sadness and loneliness in Qiu Lai since ancient times", sip (xiá) fragrant tea, put on a quiet, walk into autumn and feel the beauty.
Jiangnan in spring is beautiful, the wind is soft, the air is fresh and the sun is warm. Wheat seedlings in the field are like the sea, scattered villages are unsinkable boats, criss-crossing winding rivers, willow branches by the river spit out buds, and reeds are green as soon as they come out; The calm river wakes up from the simplicity of winter and is covered with the color of nature.
First of all, the snow on the Chaoyang hillside is melting, slowly revealing the yellow and black land. Last year, snow water moistened the soil and soaked grass plants. The hibernating grass roots covered with snow wake up, forcefully and gradually push away the old grass plants and rotten leaves and struggle to grow up. At the same time, the seeds of plants and trees falling with the wind last autumn were also wrapped in wet soil, rooted in the grass and fought for their lives.
This year's solar terms are naturally a bit late, and butterflies are still very weak; Butterflies are so tall and straight when they are born. It seems that the world is really sweet and comforting. There are only three or four white clouds in the sky, which are not too heavy. Swallows nail little black children to play on them.
Nature in spring looks beautiful and happy, just like a girl looking forward to the future; The grass turned golden, and the autumn flowers showed their pale petals. Daisies rarely cut the grass with white eyes now, but the color is getting thicker, and the sun has tilted, allowing orange and sudden light to make long shiny traces slip into the Woods. These marks will soon pass like a robe dragged on the ground by a woman who said goodbye to you.
In February and March of spring, the light blew slightly, and it began to rain in Mao Mao inexplicably. Thousands of soft willows relaxed their yellow-green eyes, red, white and yellow flowers, green grass and green leaves all came like people at the fair, forming a brilliant spring. Those little swallows, so cute, so cute, also flew from the south.
Wan Li is clear. Miss Chun squinted in the sun. The new green leaves and the fog and smoke in the fields are like her clothes. With the pace of her spring, the green grass broke through the ground and stood out almost with her feet.
The climate in Xishuangbanna is like spring all year round, but spring is still the best season. It was spring, and on the eve of the Dai Water-splashing Festival, we came to an olive dam called Emerald in Xishuangbanna. When we set foot on this land from the boat of Lancang River, we immediately felt as if we were in a natural tropical garden. There are trees everywhere and flowers everywhere. Walking on the path between villages is like walking on a well-built tree-lined road, only the golden light of the sun shines through the cracks in the dense leaves.
Spring is surrounded by mountains, and it does not leak. The peach blossoms there are still in bloom; Wandering thin clouds fly from one peak to another, sometimes stopping for a while, in order to block the sun and teach the flowers and plants on the ground to avoid the threat of flames in its shadow. The vines and other ferns grow in the shade under the rocks and beside the bottom of the mountain stream. Red, yellow, blue and purple grasses are dotted on the green.
Time is like a spinning wheel. Autumn has passed. Winter has passed. The god of April comes with pleasure. Butterflies are flying in groups, birds are singing in groups, and miscellaneous flowers are blooming in the treetops. At this time, the southern countries of chlorine and fluorine have been unable to carry strong vitality.
This is the season when all trees win glory. On the distant horizon, it is no longer the winter that stands tall. Old leaves don't have to worship or make that tragic self-sacrifice to protect trees from the cold winter. Here, even in winter, the sunshine is as bright as gold, the rain is warm and abundant, and there are inexhaustible nutrients under the surface. All the trees are dreaming happy dreams in the breeze.