Walking in the four seasons

In the spring, I am in the flowers. In the summer, I am playing hide and seek. In the fall, I am moving corn. In the winter, I am enjoying the snow. In the four seasons. The flowers bloomed, the humming, the harvest, the snow. I walked in the spring day, the spring girl waved to me, and then went to the children to dance the joyful spring dance, the children "giggle" smile, how cute! Spring girl swaying her dance, really beautiful. A few little boys, running, making trouble, hey, what are they doing? Hey, they are flying kites, I have to join them soon! Great, it’s a wonderful spring. Now, Xia Doll invites me into the summer, Look, a group of children are going to give them a summer doll to be a referee, what referee? Hey, they are fishing, haha, they are fishing in the game. I also go to make a fun. The game started, Xiaofang and Xiaoyue were two girls, Xiaohua and Xiaoming were two boys, and the summer doll was the referee. The game was played for twenty minutes. In the first ten minutes, the two groups were equal. Each group had three or four fishes, but in the last ten minutes, the men’s team fell behind and the women’s team led two fish. The summer doll cried anxiously: "The boys are cheering." Oh, the summer doll is also a boy, of course, to cheer for the men's team. Twenty minutes later, the game is over and the women's team wins with three fish ahead! Although the boys lost, they are not arrogant, because they sum up the experience, fishing can be patient, not irritating. In the season of harvest, an autumn leaves fell on the ends of the hair, picking up and sniffing, I smelled the faint aroma of autumn. When I came to the field, a golden wheat attacked my eyes like a golden carpet for the earth. They waited quietly for the harvest of the peasant uncle. A bunch of purple grapes that shine brightly like pearls hang on the branches. You can't let me, I don't want you, I don't want you, tightly squeezed together, it's really mouthful. It’s snowing, the world is white and not empty, because the snow scene is really beautiful, the fragrance of the plum is really intoxicating, and it’s right that Wang Anshi’s “Tear is not snow, there is a dark fragrance.” Now the snow is down again. The smell of the plum is coming, do you smell it? Walking in the four seasons, I appreciate the beauty they bring to the world. Their beauty is different, but they are all the same.

First day: Xiao Liping