color

In a village, there are mountains and waters, and the small hillsides warm the homing of people's hearts, full of colorful colors. Spring is green and is the season of sowing. Everything looks so spring and full of life. People are working hard, and the children are following. The little hoe climbed up the child's shoulder and a smile appeared on his face. The adult touched the child's head with relief. The children’s playfulness, slaps, and chasing came from the fields. In the summer, like a big stove, baking the earth, baking trees, baking people on the ground. The weather is still there, but people still insist. In the evening, screaming on the tree, composing the summer music of the exclusive summer; the stars in the sky flashed, and the moon smiled and bent. Autumn, a golden yellow. The sun is full of the earth, and the earth also renders its color. The water in the creek slammed, and the leaves on the tree followed the girl in the dance. In winter, it is white. It is like a layer of white tulle, which is a mountain. Every household has raised smoke, and people wear cotton jackets and wrap themselves tightly. Every season has its own color. I want to find the color that belongs to me.

The second day: recall