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The most beautiful seasons as the theme of writing essays full marks essay

1. Composition on the topic of "seasons"

The Four Seasons

The seasons are like colorful windmills that go round and round. The spring flowers bloom, the summer sun is hot, the autumn leaves fly, the winter snowflakes. The windmill keeps on turning and turning.

Open the window, I smelled the breath of spring, the roadside wildflowers are still stained with crystal dewdrops, a spring rain will be the earth combed more fresh. I remember when I was a child, I was often afraid of deafening spring thunder, then, my mother told me that the spring girl to wake up the little flowers and grass, so please grandpa spring thunder to help, but I will be a small mouth, little flowers and grass how so lazy ah! Growing up, I often look forward to Grandpa Spring Thunder again to help, wake up the sleeping flowers and grass, because I fell in love with the flowers in the spring, the tender green grass, the hard work of the honey bees, colorful butterflies, but also like to lie on the grass, bathed in the dawn of the spring morning, looking at the flowers in the spring breeze gently shaking the goose, so that the spring breeze kissed me on the cheeks. Spring, is a vibrant season, it brings vitality, brings colorful.

Spring passed, we ushered in the hottest season. The sun climbed up to the horizon, the ground was suddenly *** hot. We children will be the air conditioning to the lowest, but also do not forget to buy ice cream, the left hand to take one, the right hand that one, but how can not solve the heat. Suddenly there was a cool breeze, and before we knew it, the rain had begun to fall. We ran in the rain, felt unusually cool, how can not solve the heat, at this time has completely disappeared. The rain was still falling freely, making a dripping sound, which was not as beautiful as Beethoven's piano music, but it made people feel incomparably crisp. Just as we are intoxicated in the rain, the call of the parents let us wake up, after being scolded by the parents, but also have to eat the bitter cold medicine, even so, we also feel that the rain is very worthwhile.

Walking on the street, suddenly a cold wind came, summer has quietly gone, the fall came. A row of geese flew across the sky, bringing the message of autumn. The leaves on the trees could not wait, it drifted down with the wind, turning into a beautiful yellow butterfly, not yet had time to appreciate, it has been buried in the soil forever, into another kind of beauty. "Not flowers prefer chrysanthemums, this flower bloom more flowers", although it is autumn, but there has been a bit of cold, flowers can not stand the cold, quietly closed the petals, then only chrysanthemums proudly open, to the earth to bring a hint of fragrance, in the past inconspicuous chrysanthemums, become so beautiful! And the orchard is fruitful, rice paddies a golden yellow, a look know, this must be another year of harvest, "a plow, a harvest," the farmers wait until their harvest, wait until the joy of harvest.

The last season of the year, winter, also came in the cold wind. When I am bored, I like to be under the covers, covered with a thick quilt, turn on a small lamp, take out my favorite novels and read them carefully. And the most lively Spring Festival is also in this cold season. When the Spring Festival comes, the family gathers around the table and eats hot pot, laughing and joking, and at that time, I feel the warmth that I can't feel in winter. After eating the hot pot, we would set off firecrackers. We girls were too timid and could only watch the boys play, and the boys would intentionally scare us by lighting the firecrackers beside us. Once, a few of us girls were scared to cry, the boys on the side suddenly became overwhelmed, to apologize to us, coaxed us to laugh, and later, and then encountered firecrackers to scare us boys, we will pretend to cry. Pure friendship has become even deeper.

The four seasons of the year, spring, summer, fall and winter, each season is very beautiful, each season, there are my most beautiful memories.

2. Seek a 600-word essay on the topic of "The most beautiful season in my heart, autumn"

Autumn, the weather is crisp. There is no spring charm, no summer delicacy, not to mention the coldness of winter. There is just that a quiet and elegant.

Autumn sky is not water clear, autumn wind is not so warm, the atmosphere of autumn is even a little bit bleak, but in this season has the most laughter intestinal vat spot and occupation of the Office of elimination of the storm cluck - the harvest. A year to wait for such a season, because of its autumn high work is always not sweaty, but also a lot more laughter, for this bleak atmosphere embellished with a little hilarity.

I love this season, love its crispness, love its laughter, love its bleakness.

The first world I saw was the world of fall.

I was born in the fall, in this season of laurel, in this season with the most beautiful moon. The second moon I saw was this most complete and bright moon.

The scenery of this season is my favorite, with the beautiful moon; the food of this season is my favorite, with the delicious mooncakes; the air of this season is my favorite, mixed with the fresh fragrance of osmanthus.

In this season I had my first trip.

In that fall three years ago, I had my first trip. Although not far away, but still out of Guang'an, see the outside scenery.

I went to Kunming, where autumn is almost as good as spring, or else how can it be said that all seasons are like spring. I saw the towering stone forest: nature has concentrated the magic and beauty in the stone forest. I saw the biggest cave: a wonder of nature. I couldn't help but marvel: nature is really a pair of ingenious and wonderful hands!

I love autumn, I love it brought me a pleasant trip, I love the weather let me travel unimpeded.

I love this season, it has everything I love about everything, and even more so my countless precious memories. This season is not sad, but it has its own characteristics, so that the personality, only more beautiful.

Beautiful, quiet ......

Hope to adopt

3. to "beautiful season" write a composition

Everyone knows the beauty of the four seasons, colorful.

But spring is the most beautiful of the four seasons! Spring is the season when everything grows and people get rid of the cold world and become more awake. When you open your eyes, spring comes from far and near, and the song of spring is never finished.

The willow tree was the first to make a sound, and it turned out to be quietly sleeping, intoxicated in a marvelously sweet dream. Suddenly, it gently peeked out of its naughty little head, and then it stretched out its waist, drew out new willow silk, and grew into a gentle and quiet girl.

The young girl, who splashed around, danced happily in the company of the breeze. From front to back, from top to bottom slowly swing away.

Then the small and delicate grass also sang. It gets up early every morning and begins its new life at the call of spring.

The grasses would gather for meetings and, at night, return to their original places. During the lunch break, they will also huff and puff to take a nap! That clear green, transparent green, light green green ...... this jasper-like color, all covered in a spring color, was good at finding the beauty of the painters with the thickest brush, a brush carefully depicted, leaving a memorable beauty to nature, but also left a joyful ode to people.

The spring rain rustles down, sometimes resting for a while, with a warm warmth, so that the air with a fresh color floating in the sky; sometimes it is very big, like a wide curtain of beads, drops through the green, so that people are refreshing and pleasant. The birds in the trees began to chirp, as if singing the praises of nature's beautiful scenery.

Turning to the weather is very clear, in the cloudless weather, let you spend a beautiful spring. Spring makes the earth green, makes the willow more slender, and the flowers more vivid and colorful ...... Spring seems to be a colorful, uncarved brush painting.

Make people feel incredibly magical. Add: Beautiful season The warm spring wind blows over the mountains and plains, everything is revived, vibrant.

Gently, the spring girl in a long green dress, slowly came to us. With her tender little hands, Miss Spring caresses the willow branches; Spring Rain bathes the flowers with her tears of joy.

The willow branches sprouted and grew green leaves; the flowers budded and showed their pink smiles and bloomed beautifully. The spring aunt sowed the seeds of spring, the grass quietly showed its head, quietly draw branches and grow leaves.

Cinderella let Grandpa Winter take away the cold and frost, and she, bring us the fresh air filled with the fragrance of flowers and refreshing the beauty. The spring breeze to the willow tree combing hair, willow tree swinging charming long hair, let the spring breeze to her don't countless green head flowers, willow tree proudly in the river to shine around, willow branches ripple with the wind.

Spring rain showered the flowers, gifting her with bright red, yellow, orange and purple ...... spring rain and spring wind playing on the river, melting the ice, splashing a water nest, blowing a layer of ripples. Ah, what fun! The spring rain is continuous.

The earth drank enough water to make its skin more black and shiny. Peach trees bloomed, full of green shoots, vaguely dotted with a bit of bright red in the middle, just so high in the tree tops, creamy yellow stamens, light red petals, let a person pity, but also let a person love, proud, lonely stand in the green, accept the baptism of the spring rain, in the drizzle drenched in a blur of green, it is particularly striking.

The spring girl is a young and beautiful female painter, she gave the grass point on the tender green, to the rose point on the big red, to the rape flower point on the goose, to the iris point on the light purple, the turn of the toon tree, the green is not there, simply point on the dark red ...... because of the embellishments of the spring girl, the whole world has become colorful. In the forest, the spring ding dong ring, birds and flowers, bees and butterflies fly.

The whole earth a green, vaguely a few red, yellow and purple color hidden in the grass, shy wildflowers, and add a touch of life to the earth. A black swallow, stretching the wings of the light and convenient, in the water swept through the water, under the willow tree shuttle, as if in hide-and-seek, flying tired stopped on the wire, chattering, I do not know what to say, far from a look like a five-line score.

In the distance, a cuckoo is " cuckoo cuckoo " called, crisp birdsong suddenly resounded throughout the valley ...... good a bright, bright spring! " A year's plan lies in spring ", spring is a beautiful season, is a good hope, is also the beginning of the good hope. Looking up at the dome of the sky, how many kites flying in the blue sky, my heart also flew up to the clouds.

Let us in this beautiful season, fly their dreams, fly a better tomorrow it Add: can?

Let's let our dreams come true in this beautiful season, let's let our dreams come true!

Let's let our dreams fly in this beautiful season.

4. high school essay on the topic of seasons

I would rather laugh and shed tears than cry and say regret

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is in youth, my vigor, less of the spring of that ignorance, more blossomed hope, like a dandelion, let fly their dreams, with the wind and sail away.

It's a good thing that I'm not a big fan of the idea.

I like the summer, this season of flowers, there are leaves of the lining, the wind's gentle, the rain's sentimental, there is a kind of want to go out with a backpack wandering bathing in the sunshine of the imagination, this season is really dazzling.

I can't bear to let my skin suffer, gently write the word "endure" on the back of my hand, huh? Popular symbols of society, constantly developing, but still have not forgotten the tradition - "tolerance", like to always remind themselves, even if there is a violent temper, the wind blowing, tenderness, with the flavor of youth, it, but also just youth.

Like the summer morning, the sun is always so full, pull open the curtains all over the body, with the hand wildly grasp a gas, the luxury of catching a ray of sunshine swallowed to feel the warmth of the sun, wearing clothes that are not quite right for them, out of the house, to meet the warmth of the summer. Like to close your eyes and look upward, feel the direction of the sun, would rather shoot through themselves, as if a family greeting, more tenderness, more compassion. Like to look up at the white clouds, like cotton candy as soft, have wanted to eat a mouthful of fantasy, just like this, this season, full of flawless fantasy.

I like the rain, whether it is pouring rain or drizzle, there is an indescribable feeling, I like to be happy when there is a little rain on the face, with me to share the eternal happiness, hit the body will not be painful, there is a sense of fun, washed away all the unhappy past, the pain of the feeling of light in the joy. I like to have sleet rain fall, with their reluctance to the sky, attachment, with the curiosity of the land, yearning, slowly falling, dissolved into the river and the sea ...... rain and then big and so on? The big deal is that the happy shower a, this season I do the Lord, this is youth, forget all the unhappy things.

I like the stars, especially in the summer stars, lying on the lawn looking at the sky, so not cozy! A smiling eyes blinking, as if begging me to tell them a story, before my eyes appeared the little prince with the only rose kept running around, happy rosy, this season has endless happiness.

This season, there are so many like, so much reluctance, and even the sadness of the rain are not willing to throw away, a basket of imagery always accompanied me to grow, the road is long, all the way to the infinite scenery.

This season I am in charge, I will have happy and unhappy one by one, because this is my life, my youth.

5. Write a 600-word essay on "What season?"

The lively seasons

The vibrant spring, the scorching summer, the cloudy autumn, and the silver winter - they keep changing in the river of time, making a sonata that is a perfect composition.

Step into the spring of the melting snow, listen to the gurgling water of the stream, and a few pleasant birdsong. The children in the green meadow play freely, they jumped, laughing, for the spring beat the rhythm. Unexpectedly leaching spring rain silently scattered on the earth, adding a few touches of color for the spring. Breathe the breath of spring, feel the warmth of spring. Spring perfectly interpreted the opening song, moving, gentle, cozy.

Welcome to the blazing summer, the sun hanging high in the sky to create a warm and grand atmosphere. Occasionally heard a few robins chirping, gradually, this chirping sound more and more intense. There is always a wisp of the most pleasant sound, should be quite talented "chief" it! This wonderful movement, accompanied by cicadas fade, from *** into the sequel, played a warm, ***, high.

I look forward to the fruitful fall, the leaves have fallen, step on the rustle. Look! Farmers in the fields are busy with the harvest, the melodious song of labor, overflowing with the joy of harvest. Oh, there is also the autumn wind dancing in the air, rolling up the fallen leaves and its **** dance, and sounded the unique sound of autumn. This sequel is slow and gentle, with ups and downs.

Into the wintry winter, the howling cold wind blew recklessly. Snowflakes fell, fluttering, dancing, wrapped in a layer of mysterious silver for the winter. Soon, silence enveloped the silver earth. No sound, no breath, no trace, the world is silent. A perfect conclusion to the sonata of the seasons. Quiet to give a person reverie, silent, no trace of this song into our hearts.

Opening, ***, continuation, closing. The melody of the four seasons has been lingering in the ears, no one tired. Through the vicissitudes of life, the melody remains, resonating through the heart.

That's right

6. to "my favorite season" as the topic, write an article, more than 600 words

my favorite season

in the four seasons of the year, I resent the warm spring sunshine and warm spring breeze, hate the heat of the summer, tired of the winter of all the flowers withered. I'm a sucker for the fall of the leaves.

In the most rampant time of the heat king - summer left the earth when the fall with light steps to the earth. In a short while, the city was covered with the sight of autumn, and there was no breath of summer at all.

Autumn, came to the campus, all of a sudden, all of a sudden, all the flowers from the summer heat to free, see the vitality again. At this time, a few leaves fell to the ground, the wind blew them spinning for this great autumn dance. Oh, the great fall!

Autumn, came to the field, warmly greeted with a string of golden yellow corn hanging on the tree, a yellow, full of corn kernels to show people the unique gesture of autumn. Under the eaves, autumn kissed the face of the pepper fire red, like a hanging waiting for people to light firecrackers ...... autumn, gently pounced on the farmers' faces, for the crops added "blessing", for the farmers to add to the happy. Oh, the great fall!

Autumn, came to the orchard, opened its "make-up box", the apple rubbed through the red, the orange wiped golden, the grapes coated with purple glittering ...... Autumn launched all of this, cozy smile, smile ... ...Oh, great Autumn!

Autumn, the fruitfulness left to the earth, the beautiful blessings left to the earth. Autumn, then whisked away, tree branches swaying, the leaves want to follow the footsteps of autumn, riding the wind, playing a few spins in the air, and drifting down, leaving a beautiful thoughts and quiet contemplation. Autumn so quietly for people "service", and we do not know what to return to it. I love the fall, more love it that do not want to return, willing to "serve" the noble character of the people!

7. Seasonal essays

"The wind blew down the last leaf, my heart was snowing, love can only be stacked in the memory - OH, to the next season."

--Title

I walk alone in the season of warm winds, refusing to say goodbye to the past. Gently telling myself that lonely people don't need to wander, I just wander occasionally after being hurt. I'm not sure if I've ever been to a place where I've had a good time, but I'm not sure if I've ever been to a place where I've been to a place where I've been to a place where I've been to a place where I've had a good time. Is it possible that "everything is a beginning without an end, a pursuit that is fleeting"? As she said?

Night, do not let the language repeat. Being illuminated by the light of thought, flashing seductive light, it turned out to have been rambling. Hm, do not want to care about themselves.

Like the evening wind at night, blowing themselves hula hula, you can hang the mood on the side of the road, or kicked in the foot, let yourself slowly trampled, and then walk away, secretly look at her crying silly ~ ~ ~ ~

In the end it is a girl, leaving the home on the thought of mom and dad. It was only then that I realized I hadn't grown up and didn't want to anymore. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at it. Idle, holding the pen, watching the text before stepping on the tail of the wind, from the end of the pen slipped, fell to the heart, collision with the sound of metal. The text has no feelings, but different people are always forced to add their own feelings, and then from the text to see their own model, always move themselves to tears.

Guarding the window, alone how to get black ah. The moon, hook away childhood rhymes. Accompanied by the words sentimental, like to appreciate a lonely lonely beauty like the transparent simplicity of the summer sky, the autumn rain stretched long and thin, love has also become a lonely language, hanging high in the sky, holding the moonlight, leaving the evening wind phantom throat on the house.

The brain at night can answer its own questions objectively. During the day, you can boldly squander away, let the material encroachment, the night is carefully handed over to the spirit to rule. Standing at the mouth of the cup looking away, slowly time filtered life are dissolved in life, a long time later, from the shallow bottom of the cup analyzed, one or two drops of crystal - I think that is the most beautiful thing inside, not poplar flowers, point is the tears of the departed.

"Like trapped in the fog, anxious to escape from the blank reality" run run run away. really do not want to doubt themselves again, and then cold loneliness will have melted time, you believe it or not? I'd like to see myself leaving, looking for freedom, but also to give others freedom, just give me freedom, please own crime!

Hope does not need interpretation, faith does not need ***, past events do not have to wrap in the arms. It turns out that all the pain comes from the extravagant hope, everything seems to be destined. The first thing I want to do is to get rid of the ***, maybe I am my own sunshine, burning with dazzling light, shining ahead.

8. to "autumn is beautiful" as the theme of writing essays

Autumn is here, the fields, hillsides, everywhere is a harvest scene: cotton white like snow, golden, heavy grain ears frequently nodded; grain full of sorghum red like fire.

The apples in the orchard are ripe, as far as the eye can see, an apple like a red lantern, how beautiful ah! The sky in autumn is as blue as the sea, as if it has been washed with autumn rain.

Duo Duo white clouds as if sailing up the light boat, floating slowly, really high ah! Autumn, although not like the blossoming of the spring of the spring as angry, not like the shade of the summer is full of vitality; but with attractive autumn colors and golden fruits to attract people. I love to see the bright moon on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival; I love to see the beautiful autumn chrysanthemums in the park; I love to see the geese going south in a neat procession; and I love to see the grains piled up in the granary, and the heavy apples all over the branches.

In the fall, some brightly colored flowers withered and faded, but the chrysanthemums bloomed and blossomed in the bright sunshine. There are yellow, white, purple, some like dragons flying, some like fireworks, and some like beautiful butterflies, standing in the breeze, colorful.

Although the leaves are yellowing, the pines and cypresses are still so verdant. The maple leaves on the mountains are red, as red as the evening sun, as if challenging the cold fall, it is really "frost leaves are redder than February flowers."

In front of my grandmother's house is a piece of orchard, the dense branches of the grape spread around, like a green pergola. The grapevine is full of bunches of grapes, red in green, green in bright, like a pearl, bright crystal, five a group, three a group, head to head, face to face, as if in a whisper: "small master, welcome back, we thought you forgot us."

I smiled faintly, even shook my head and said, "No, I did not forget you guys ah!" The most mouth-watering is the yellow duck pear. The skin is thin, juicy and sweet, and eating it makes you think about eating the next one.

A heavy persimmon, bending the branches, in the breeze, can not help but nod to me, as if welcoming me. Next to the orchard is a rice field, from a yellow field wafted a burst of fragrance.

The grain full of rice ears, the pressure of the rice poles can not straighten the waist, as if to thank the earth to nurture the grace. A clear river flows gently past the grandmother's house.

The distant verdant mountain love on the other side of the river took my thoughts to a place far, far away. Ah! Autumn can not only bring people the joy of harvest, but also give people the courage and strength to work hard.

---------------------------- ---------------------------- The charm of autumn: I love autumn. Not only do I love its praiseworthy fruits, not only do I love its dedication to a lifetime of falling leaves, I love it most of all its mesmerizing charm.

There is no spring lingering, summer frenzy, winter indifference; you such as the wilderness sometimes running and jumping, and then abruptly stop the horse, as if the vicissitudes of life and open-minded generals, as if calmly floating across the night sky meteor ...... Autumn is refreshing. The head is high and broad sky, blue without a trace of clouds; feet is flat earth, everywhere there are ripe golden, quiet streets.

The soughing sound of yellow leaves in the wind, and the clear bottom of the happy jumping brook softly accompanied. Everything is so please pure and free.

Autumn is passionate. Because of the heat and atrophy of the people, in the slight coolness of the revitalization.

The students started the new school year with confidence; the young people are also excited to see the sun, one by one, a brisk walk, glowing, they have a new expectation. Autumn is sincere.

An autumn wind, blowing away the usual hypocrisy and selfishness, people are open-minded, sincere, in this natural and refreshing season and how can we tolerate suspicion and make it? Refreshment, enthusiasm and sincerity, without carving the natural flow, like a flowing stream of lyricism, through a refreshing new meaning, which is the autumn of the high cleanliness and charm of the dashing. Oh, the high purity of the fall, I admire you, the dashing of the fall, I appreciate you.

----------------------------- ----------------------------- Essay on Autumn Scenery My family lives on the second floor and has neither a balcony nor a yard, but the large yard of Uncle Li's family on the ground floor is full of flowers and trees, and the tall ones have grown to my window. Plus, my dad built a simple planter in the window, and also put a lot of potted flowers and trees, so that my window has a special interest.

In the fall, the tall pomegranate tree is full of fruit, round and large, really love. The large fruits are bright and shiny, deep red on the sunlit side and green on the backlit side.

In the dense green leaves of the background, the race over the June flowers, there are a few large pomegranates, most of the pomegranate seeds are too large, squeezed through the outer skin, one by one out of the watery head, as if to say to me: Li Wo, want to taste the code? We are delicious, sweet and sour. I look at the pomegranate, mouth watering, just pick a hand, peel the skin, inside the pomegranate seeds in the sunshine crystal bright, like a small jewel.

Put in the mouth gently bite, sweet and sour juice suddenly overflowed the mouth, this sweet, sweet intoxicating; this sour, sour, unusual, really good taste. Pomegranate tree neighbors are loquat tree, has long been fruitless, but the new leaves are tender green tender green, there is also a layer of silver-white fine hairs, touching the hairy, soft and lovely.

Dad told me, this new leaves in the center of the top bud, is pregnant with the next year's flower buds, to the next spring, they will blossom and fruit.

The harvest of autumn, the breeding of autumn, you bring vitality to my window, no wonder the small maple tree one after another for you in the autumn wind applause, the small hand drums red, red, race over the morning and evening clouds. Of course, I won't forget you, dotted with five-needle pines and pineapples at home windows.

9. Seek a most beautiful midterm scored essay, to "spring" as the theme

2011 Zhejiang Quzhou midterm scored essay: the most beautiful

Everything in the world is beautiful, spring grass and spring swallows; summer green trees and butterflies; autumn fruit and geese; winter snow and sparrows. It's all so beautiful. I do not know who said, "The world is not lacking beauty, but lack of eyes to find beauty."

Life is beautiful, mother's love is even more beautiful.

When I was a child, I thought my mother was the most beautiful woman, with long, black hair with a faint fragrance, a pair of watery eyes on her face, and her cheeks were usually red. In the summer night sky, my mother likes to take a chair to sit in front of the house that piece of extremely cool place, and I, like to lean in my mother's arms, quietly listening to my mother tell the story of the cowherd and the weaving girl's beautiful story, the breeze came, my mother's hair wafted out of the light fragrance. Mother used her satin hand to gently touch me, so that I will soon be able to go to sleep.

Time went by and I went from a little girl to a big girl, and my mother?

A chance opportunity, I sit with my mother, I do not dare to look directly at my mother, but because of the light and the eyes of the refraction of the imaging left in the afterglow or let me see my mother's roots such as silver wire white hair, that crow's feet seem to have a few more, and hands, has grown a lot of calluses, the village said I am more and more like my mother, but my mother is more and more like grandma, become ugly, become old. My tears welled up, thinking back to these ten years, my mother's dedication to me. Time and again when I was sick, there was a thin shadow moving in the rugged mountain road, it was you! Mother, you were carrying me to the hospital in the hot sun. I got well, but you had a heat stroke; stepping through the snow, who was that familiar figure? I know it is you, my mother.

When the raindrops kissed me and washed me away, it was my mother who used her thin coat to hold up a sunny sky for me, and my mother's haggard face after the rain was still so profound.

I do not dare to walk at night, in the face of that black as the devil's path, I looked and sighed, stayed, I'm afraid of the dark, the darkness of the night in my see like my father looking for me to talk to me, so that I trembled. I was so helpless that I actually left tears in my eyes. Suddenly, a glimmer of light flashed in the distance, gradually getting brighter and brighter. At once, a familiar figure was reflected in front of me. I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you!

I have not done anything to you in these years, and even sometimes yell at you, and you, for more than ten years as one day, still so hurt me, love me, take care of me, and take care of me in every way! I feel guilty! Mother, you use your love to create a song of love that is surprisingly beautiful!

The beauty of mother's love, she is beautiful eternal, pure, sincere, mother's love is the most beautiful ......

10. Please take your favorite season as the topic, write a narrative essay

Every year there are four seasons - spring, summer, autumn and winter. Spring is full of flowers and birdsong; summer is scorching hot; fall is full of harvest; winter is freezing cold and water is dripping into ice. Among these four seasons, I like spring and fall the most. When spring comes, the weather turns warm, everything wakes up and flowers bloom. The swallows are flying back, and there is the fragrance of birds and flowers everywhere. At this time of the year, my father and mother take me on spring trips. Butterflies of all kinds and colors are flying all over the countryside and mountains in spring. My mom and dad and I chased butterflies in the mountains, catching butterflies and making butterfly specimens; we also flew kites together, and my dad and I flew especially high kites, sometimes so high that we could not see them; we also fished for fish together by the river, although we may not be able to fish, but we could pull up our pants and play in the water, and we had a good time every time. Sometimes we can occasionally catch a small fish or two, and then we will be very excited. In the fall all kinds of fruits are ripe, this is a harvest season, this time mom and dad will take me to play again. One year we went date hunting. Dad was up in the tree, and mom and I were down in the ground picking. The jujubes that my father beat down kept hitting my mom and me on the head, and my mom and I had to hold our heads and pick up the jujubes under the tree, which was fun; we also went to the vineyard to pick grapes together, and the grapevines were full of bunches of purple-red grapes. We went to the vineyard and picked grapes from the purple-red bunches of grapes hanging on the vines. We were stringing grapes around in the garden, eating them and picking the ripe ones. We picked a full bag and then and the owner of the bill, and then find a piece of cool shade, while playing and eating grapes, really happy; Mom and Dad also took me back to my hometown to pick up peanuts, the farmer uncle planing peanuts there are always some peanuts fell into the ground. We took a small hoe to the ground to dig up the soil and pick up the peanuts that fell into the ground. While we were picking up peanuts, my father told me how peanuts grow and how they blossom and bear fruit. Although we do not pick up a lot of peanuts, but I think it is very meaningful, I not only increased knowledge, exercise the body, but also for the farmers to reduce the loss of a little bit.