Four seasons of heart

Who can understand the minds of the four seasons? It allows all things to experience the cycle of life and death, but it has given the moment when everything is brilliant. Is this love that hate? Different seasons have different roles, and the heart of the four seasons is to be heard with the heart.

The spring rain is happy and quiet, and the rain is mixed with the spring breeze. This is the season of recovery of all things. The seedlings that have been forbearing for a winter, stand on the ground and accept the baptism of spring. Spring rain is the ambassador of kind love. The pattering rain and dense raindrops are the diligent steps of her visit to the earth. The broken rain wire woven the heavens and the earth together and played the symphony of spring.

“噼啪噼啪” This is the opening song of Xia Yu’s coming, and the sound is loud and dense. "Rumble" is a good player to knock on the drums. When Xia Yu’s footsteps came here, he knew that he had stopped, and the heat had stagnated himself, leaving only the rain to hit in the air. She brings a cool atmosphere to the summer land and a free baptism for all things in the earth. Summer is a passionate role, she makes the earth feel her passionate heart.

In autumn, the yellow leaves picked up by the autumn rain are floating to the earth. The earth is her friend, she is letting the leaves return to the mother of the land, a warm and comfortable rest. How many sorrows and confusions, a few tides, a few sunsets. In the deep night, the yellow leaves go along with the autumn rain. The autumn rain is not a kind mother, but like a strict father, her love is focused on the future.

"Wh..." The winter wind blows the last leaf between the trees. As the yellow leaves fall on the ground, look down the leaves, in the boundless wilderness, under the hustle and bustle of heaven. It is a lonely snow, a dead rain, a soul of rain. The whistling snow is like a group of wolves screaming. The winter music was opened, and the mother of the earth was responded to by the chilling and bleak voice.

The heart of the four seasons should be heard with the heart. She used my pure charm to break my mind again and again, explaining my doubts a little bit. Life is a too complicated book. If you free yourself, just listen to the rain!

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