a painting

Green spring, pink summer, golden autumn, white winter. I am full of yearning for the four seasons in my hometown. The younger brother likes to use pictures to express his love for the four seasons. He is a "realistic" painter. In his writings, the past spring has been "unique." The smoke is rolling and the trees are falling.

In the old spring, there was no summer frog screaming and fiery tune; there was no dancing figure in the autumn leaves; there was no windy bone in the cold winter. It is always faint, soft, not warm, but it is intoxicating. Quietly, spring is coming. So people are enchanted by the beauty of spring.

Nowadays, spring has washed the new face and abandoned the softness and quietness of the lady. Maybe you can't imagine the anger and screams of spring. Turning smile into anger, it launched an attack on humans, and I believe that everyone has experienced, such as the raging of sandstorms. Do we still turn a blind eye to innocence, numbness, and pains, all of which will make us sigh for a long time.

"The year is based on spring." A hard work, a harvest. We must work hard to render the pictures of these four seasons, make the spring map greener, make the summer map more prosperous, make the autumn map more colorful, and make the winter map more quiet.

"There is no heart to plant flowers and flowers, no heart to insert willows into the yin." People in pursuit of their own life goals, often get unexpected surprises or gains. I think that everyone's life goals should put this picture in it. Maybe the picture can't be completed in a few years, but for decades, this is persevering and persevering. Hope that in the near future, people will be able to appreciate their masterpieces; they can sigh at its existence.

May the younger brother's spring map reproduce the old spring. May the spring of your heart, you can come quietly. In the drizzle like smoke, follow your flowing shadow. May the four seasons be more beautiful.