Good memories of the four seasons

The pace of time is constantly walking and fleeting. In a blink of an eye, I have spent more than a dozen spring, summer, autumn and winter, and I am about to graduate soon, but the memories of each season are the only ones that are different, fresh in memory, and eternal in my mind. .

In spring, the spring in my memory is to fly a kite in the fields. Run on the land with the fragrance, take the spool in one hand, take the kite in one hand, and the highest one with the little friend. Looking at your own kite flying to the sky, don't mention how happy you are! I cheered and jumped. Large and small kites are more colorful in the spring against the blue sky and the sun.

In the summer, the summer I remember is playing at the beach. That summer, I came to the beach. Play with your sister at the beach and check the shells together. When a wave hits, I will be pushed to the shore by the waves, and then play sand on the beach on the shore to make a sand castle...

Autumn, the autumn in my memory is the collection of leaves among the trees. The autumn wind blows and the leaves fall, so the ground is covered with a golden carpet, thick and soft. Those leaves are already yellow, their veins are faintly visible, some are straight, some are curved, some are thick, some are thin... Put them in a glass bottle, add some water, shake it, the leaves float and float, in Rolling in the water, rotating...

In the winter, the winter in my memory is snowballing and snowmen with my friends in the snow. We patiently piled up the white, fat, lively snowman, which looks so cute! Suddenly, a snowball came over and I didn’t know who broke the newly-stacked snowman. So, a “battle” began – time, screams, laughter, and snowballs. The chasing figure constitutes a "playing figure in the snow." Although the weather is very cold, we are very hot...

The steps of the years are constantly walking, and fleeting, my childhood memories are so beautiful! It is like a boat carrying my dreams and swimming in the years.

First day: Murong Tingting