Small town

In the town of my hometown, I look at the bungalows that are not decorated.

The winter in the north is cold, the snow is flying all over the sky, and the river is iced;

Then spring came, the creek melted, and everything recovered;

The screams of the insects rang in the ear, the summer came, the sun was hanging high, and the sun was burning.

The rice fields in the fields are getting golden, and the rice is harvested. The earth has changed into a new dress. It is autumn.

Form a beautiful and vivid picture.

Third day: Zhu Shuo