I want to tell you

The sky is like a lively little girl, she played a game of hide and seek with me. I looked around with a pair of bright eyes.

found it! found it! Spring is hidden in Yingze Park. The willow tree is covered with long braids. It seems that it is very beautiful, and there are so many green bows on the rafters! The long scorpion lit the lake next to it, and the lake was full of beautiful ripples.

found it! found it! Spring is hidden on both sides of the Weihe River. I found a large cluster of apricot flowers and pear flowers, standing in the middle of those flowers, I seemed to stand in a heavy snow. Walk through the overpass and enter the Luohe Park, where wildflowers bloom, grass and seedlings are all coming out of the wet soil, and they can finally breathe fresh air! Spring is still hidden in the laughter of the children, they are running, jumping and flying kites. The kite is filled with air over the Luohe Park. Wow! There are also kites that are connected together, flying up and down, as if performing aerial acrobatics. I also took out my jingle cat kite and let it go. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew over, the kite swayed violently, and I almost blew the kite line up. It turned out that spring would also lose temper. We have to plant a little tree before and after the Qingming to make the spring gentle, gentle, and gentle...

The hot summer is here, the sun is like a freshly baked sweet potato, the hot red hot, hot, even the little creatures are not let go: people are sweating, the puppy is spitting all day long. The tongue dissipated heat, and the haha ​​sounded, and the flowers were sunburned. Everyone wears short-sleeved shorts, and with fans in their hands, they can't resist the power of the sun.

The trees are dense and green from the original bare look. The adults sit under their arms and play chess. The children talk and play around with them. The children on the trees are busy. In the singing contest, the whole park is filled with sweet insects, "Hey! Hey!" "Hey!" It was the sound of the tree at first, and after a while the insects on the tree were screaming. Formed the sound of the sound of the summer afternoon.

When I came to the beach and looked around, the blossoming waves were like the magnificent scenery when Xianglong appeared. Some people on the beach were playing volleyball, some were in sand dunes, others were sunbathing, and the whole coast appeared. A scene of harmony and happiness, you can still soak in the cool water of the sea when you are tired, it feels comfortable and comfortable, this is really a great enjoyment of life.

"Autumn winds are mixed with autumn rain, and the night is cool and add a few. There is no sound, the leaves are dancing." Yes! The autumn wind blew, the autumn rain passed, and the autumn mother was busy putting gold on the trees. Ascending to the distance, it is like a gloomy "Golden Sea." The autumn wind swept over, the leaves fell, some danced like butterflies; some fluttered like yellow owls; some were as light as the dancers. The fallen leaves are covered with a thick golden blanket. Autumn, though not as vibrant as the spring of blooming flowers, is not as vibrant as the tree-lined summer; but it attracts people with attractive autumn colors and golden fruits. I love to see the bright moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival; I love to see the beautiful autumn chrysanthemum in Yingze Park; I love to see the geese in the neat rows; I love to see the clear waters of the Weihe River; I love the pearl-like grains. The heavy apple is adorned with branches. In the autumn, the chrysanthemums are facing the cold wind, and they are so beautiful and proud. There are red, white, yellow, purple, pink... colorful, and the autumn dress is beautiful. There is not such a sentence: "It is not a flower that prefers chrysanthemum. This flower is more flowerless." In the fall, the rising hills are full of red leaves, the red is like a flame, like the sunset glow, it seems to be disdainful to the cold autumn. It is really "frost leaf red in February flowers." ". How can this beautiful autumn color not be liked! Into the autumn, we went into the autumn, and the rice ears, sunflowers, apples, grapes, corn, sorghum, all matured, and the beautiful wild chrysanthemums also scented the path of the sheep in the field. The rice ear is ripe, and the golden face is like a beautiful gold, shining in the sun. The sunflowers are ripe, and they bow down and look like a grandfather is bending his back. The apples were blown cold by the autumn wind, and they all wore a red cotton jacket, as if a red lantern was hanging over each branch. Every branch. The grapes were also blown cold by the autumn wind, and all of them were covered with a purple robe, as if the grapes were blown cold by the autumn wind, and all of them were covered with a purple robe, like a beautiful purple pearl. How beautiful the strings are! The corn held up with red babies and happy, and seemed to have forgotten a summer trouble. Gao Xiaohong smiled and smiled, and seemed to be praised by others as happy. Autumn wild chrysanthemums are also fragrant. I walked on the small intestines of the field and gently smelled the scent of wild chrysanthemums, just as beautiful as a rose, honeysuckle, trumpet, cactus flower. In the autumn, there is the golden rice ear, the autumn, the golden rice ear, the oily yellow sunflower, the flaming apple, the purple grape, the yellow corn, the red sorghum sorghum, it is such a beautiful! what! How colorful is autumn! How glorious are you! How noble you are! You are not only a beautiful season, but also a season of harvest. I want to thank the fall, because autumn brought us food and filled the world with beauty. what! Autumn, how great you are! After the evening glow, I had dinner with my friends in the yard. We played for a while, and when we were tired, we lay on the soft sand and looked at the sky. Suddenly, a sunset glowed into my sight, and I looked around. I looked at it and saw more sunsets. I looked at it carefully and found that the sunset was like many things. Some sunsets are like an old hen, with a little chick with a yellow feather on the skin. There is a sunset behind it and chasing like a bad dog. Suddenly, the hen turns and the hen turns to hate the dog. , drove the evil dog away. Some sunsets are like a dozen horses. They are flying in the wilderness. It seems that they are running the fastest. After a while, a horse first crossed the finish line. It is the strongman in the horse group. It is the horse group. Our leader. I want to be the first in life, no matter what I do, and I can't lag behind others. Some sunsets are like a few children, playing together, they sometimes play in the river; sometimes they smash the stones by the river; sometimes they wrestle under the shade of the trees and pick the fruits on the trees... they have a great time . The sunset is so beautiful, I haven't found it before! In the early morning of the grandfather’s small courtyard, a silver bell-like bird sounded to awaken the sleeping earth. I opened my eyes and put on my clothes and went to the farmhouse of my grandfather. I looked up at the sky, the white belly appeared in the east, and the small courtyard gradually became active against the rising sun. Hey, the cock was holding his head up and chested, and he walked up the wall in a majestic manner, and cried out "喔喔"; the bird stood on the treetop and sang songs "squeaky" like a happy note; The smoke on the chimney is so warm, I think it is definitely starting to cook. After breakfast, the sun has risen very high. The small courtyard suddenly brightened up. Peony, Rose, Clivia... One by one, open to the sun. The peony blossoms are bright, and a flower looks like a bright smile on the children. Red, yellow, and pink rose, dancing in the breeze, like a slim girl. Clivia is in the corner, but it does not sway, as if to show its gentleman's demeanor. There is an apricot tree in the middle of the yard. It looks so tall in the flowers, it stretches its own paper strips around. On the branches, a small piece of oval leaves, green and dripping. Pulling out the dense leaves, I also saw a little apricot, as if a small heart beats, showing us its vitality. What surprised me even more is that a bunch of bamboo at the entrance of the courtyard actually has a small waterdrop on each leaf tip. I asked Grandpa why there is a crystal dew on every bamboo leaf. Grandpa told me that bamboo absorbs water as much as possible at night, and supplies it to the needs of its growth until it reaches the tip of the leaf. I suddenly realized that this piece of dark green is the manifestation of its vitality. The time gradually reached noon, and in the moist muddy atmosphere, I smelled a burst of fragrance. Looking up, it turned out to be floating on the banyan tree outside the yard. The white flowers are full of branches, like a silver mountain. It’s really like “a sudden spring breeze, thousands of trees and flowers blossoming”! A bee stings a lot, adding a vitality to the small courtyard. This is the small courtyard of the grandfather's house. The lively small courtyard is admiring the beautiful scenery. Looking up, the sunset has already hidden half of the face. So fast, the sunset is like a shy girl, her face is getting redder, and she is rushing down to hide... Unconsciously, there is only one red edge in the sunset. The noon sun is still like a brazier, burning wildly on the sea and the beach, like melting them. And now, it is gentle and kind. A golden light sprinkled on the beach by the sea, gently rubbing them like a warm arm, full of tenderness. She used the magical light and color to dress up everything around it: a golden color on the sea for a while, making the sea look magnificent and brilliant; and then smearing the white cloud with a faint rouge, making the otherwise light and graceful cloud girl More charming. Under the gentle sunshine, the beach is more serene and more serene. Even the reefs that are usually seen in the sun seem to have become a goodwill. The setting sun, such as the magma that erupted from the spray, seems to be boiling and rushing. There is no whistling glow, only a burning red flame, it is the blood flowing in the blood vessels of the mountains. I love the sunset of Dashan, it is a red dream in my tender heart. Five minutes passed by the famous name and ten minutes passed. The sky in the east ejected golden light. Suddenly, a little scarlet rose from the edge of the sea, and it was amazing! When the sun came out, the breath was tightly held, and I saw that the hand of Poseidon’s hand was motionless. The red dot that surfaced in the water was pulled into a gold thread in an instant, and the arch became a gold comb and was collected into gold. hoof. Then I waved my body and jumped out of the water without any love. Just as it said goodbye to the rise of the sea, it slowly dripped the golden scorpion into the ground, instantly. When I realized that the golden light was like a long snake running through the vast ocean and coming to the place, the rock under the foot suddenly rolled up two golden snow. Rain and rain are weak, the lightest thing in the world, and the heavy reinforced concrete buildings cannot be knocked. The tile house is different, the raindrops are on the top, and the slamming sound immediately makes a pleasant sound. The person in the hut will have the blessing of being close to nature in the rain. When the rain is fast, the voice will be generous, such as a hundred horses, such as a horse. The rain is slowing down, the sound is weak, and it flows gently into your heart. Like the light breeze in the ear of warm spring, the tiles seem to be set for the rain. They play it with due diligence, and they listen to the rain. Do your best. When people like to be full of nostalgia and feelings, a person sits quietly to listen to the rain. The old ambitions have the ambition of "nighting, listening to the wind and rain, and iron horses glaring into the dream"; the lovers of Acacia have the "Wutong more drizzle, to the dusk, bit by bit" Suo Huai; the passionate poet has "small building" One night to listen to the spring rain, the deep lane of the Ming Dynasty to sell apricot flowers. Rain has become the messenger of people to modify their feelings and cherish their wishes. There is a word cloud: "The teenager listens to the rain song upstairs, the red candle is dim. The young man listens to the rain in the boat, the river is low and the geese are called the west wind." Life is different, and the feeling of listening to the rain varies. However, listening to the rain is a dialogue that listens to the soul, listening to the truth and rushing, listening to the turbulence of the years. The sound of the rain beat, in addition to the resounding of the years, there are still the embarrassment of the past and the reluctance of the words. It seems that only in the light rain of this tile house, the mind can breathe and life can continue. The sound of the rain is still ringing, like my real heartbeat... The tall palm trees planted several palm trees on our campus. Looking from afar, it is like a big umbrella to open. Standing at the foot of it, looking up, it is straight up, as high as four or five stories. Its backbone is thick, straight and slender. The thickness of the trunk from top to bottom is different, and the middle part of the trunk is the thickest. The upper and lower parts are thinner than the middle. The most beautiful is the leaves of the palm trees, and the leaves are stretched out like a peacock. Winter is a cold killer, he killed many cute little creatures. He made the flowers fade, the grass withered, the leaves dying, you see, the leaves of the poplars all fell through the night, looking from afar, it seems like a golden wave up and down, you listen, flowers sigh in the wind The voice, the words of the grass crying under the moon, how helpless and sad. The birds heard their sighs and crying. I hid in the south without winter.

But in winter, it is a gentle girl. She smears the sun to the sun, and puts the white gauze on the earth. You see, the blue sky in the blue sky appears like a drunken face rising from the tree. Its brilliance illuminates the earth and brings a touch of warmth to people. The country roads are covered with hoarfrost and creaking under the feet of people.

In winter, he is an old man with a ruthless age. He has a tumultuous pace and suffered from the temperament of the wind and snow. But he still does not change his love for nature. You see, the wintering wheat seedlings are covered with quilts. Under the tree where the leaves are falling, the winter fertilizer that he insists on training, the field where the pests are raging, is the insecticide he applied. He makes the pines more green, making the winter plums more fragrant, making the sky higher and the ground farther. People are stronger. He has dedicated his best things to the world. He has no reservations for himself. When the pace of spring is approaching, he is so detached and gives hope and wishes to the new. Year.

In winter, no matter what kind of gesture you show in front of us, you are the most glamorous, the most beautiful, and the most memorable. Have their own strengths and weaknesses all year round!

Sixth grade of Shilong, a country in Suining County, Liangshan County, Sichuan Province: Thunderstorm