Four seasons reading poems

Spring is warm and happy. It is carefree, unfiltered and sings and jumps to its heart's content. It cried in the wind and drizzle, let the breeze help its face, wearing bright green flowers, giving people a feeling of innocence, simplicity and beauty. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

Summer is an exciting and beautiful feeling. It is arrogant and unruly, saying that crying is a downpour and that anger is rise of the legend's inflammation; It produces colorful flowers and blows out bright green leaves. Stretch out that tall branch, it is full of vitality and strength. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool.

Autumn is full and mature. It has given up its unruly temper and got a kind of harmony and maturity. Its vibrant green leaves have deepened, and all its strength has turned into fruitful fruits. It becomes mature and emotional, and makes several apes sing from time to time. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring.

Winter is peaceful and desolate, it is full of loss, life is about to leave it, and it becomes depressed. The wind roared, and at the last moment of life struggle, a white blanket covered it sadly, praying for another spring. When winter came, all the flowers disappeared.

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