Creeper

When I was a child, my grandmother's house was covered with a dense layer of ivy. Under the green leaves, the wall became a green world, and it became my paradise.

In the early spring, the ivy began to extract new shoots, the withered branches were green, and the small leaves were very green. Everything around me is green. The wildflowers and spring breeze in the mountains and the wilderness are hidden in the green grass. The thin ice on the creek gradually melted in the sunshine of the hustle and bustle, and the blue sky, white clouds, green trees, and safflower were all reflected in her innocent face. The naughty swallow came a little bit of water, and the river surface rippled.

midsummer. The ivy has climbed the entire wall, and the green leaves are neatly arranged, dense and orderly. The surrounding area is green and the leaves are dense and cloudy, covering the sky. The faint green has become the main color. The lotus in the river is like a hibiscus-like girl, dressed in a pink gauze, standing still in the lotus leaf. I know that the chorus spread throughout the country, with red and green flowers, singing and dancing. A glimmer of wind, layered creepers undulating, followed by the "brushing brush" of the rise and fall of the jump, for the summer jumped a "green dance."

In late autumn, the leaves under the wall gradually increased. The green is yellow. Can't tell if it's green or yellow. The ivy is not as good as the previous glory, but the long green penetration of the faint warmth is refreshing. The green around is still there, but the bird dance is no longer seen. Only the yellow on the tree has fallen, and the scene of "falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning it into a spring mud to protect flowers" is performed.

Cold winter. The ivy has completely withered, only its feet are still firmly sucked on the wall, becoming a chic landscape in the sporadic green around. The bare trees stand in the cold wind, and they firmly believe that "winter is coming. Will spring be far behind?" Everything is sleeping, and they all have the same dream about spring.

After reading the prosperity of the provincial capital, I was tired of the hustle and bustle of the city, I still remember the picturesque scenery there, especially the green secluded ivy. So, on a midsummer morning, I came to the hometown of my dreams with great expectation. When I first came here, I was shocked. Only a few of the ivy's feet were still sucked on the wall, let alone green leaves. It looked like an old woman who was dying. There is a west tree around the tree, and only half of the pile on the ground can make people believe how brilliant it has been. A few cockroaches know how to linger on the sparse leaves. The creek is covered with rubbish, which has turned into a disgusting stinking ditch. There are few weeds on the ground, and the burning sun shines on the bare earth, as if I want to evaporate everything. There is no longer a long grass fly, no more dark flowers, no more sunny scenes. I looked at the nightmare reality in front of me and fled away like a flight.

It is another spring. I looked at the city that seemed to be still in the fall, and I couldn't help but think of the green secluded ivy and everything I missed there. Now, what kind of scene will it be? I came to the country again, and it was still the wall that caught my eye. My look is dim, or it is dead and vine. I slowly approached the wall, I think, I no longer have hope. At the moment I was about to turn around, I saw that there were long-lost greens on the vines under the dead branches. I put down my steps and looked around. Ah, I planted a lot of trees around the world, and the grass also appeared at the tip of the corner. The floating objects in the river are almost gone, and they have returned to the mirror. The blue sky, white clouds, and green trees were all taken into her arms.

I seem to have seen the green secluded ivy on the fence.

Fourth grade: Kathy