There are hundreds of flowers in spring and months in autumn, cool wind in summer and snow in winter. If you don't worry about your own business, it's a good time on earth. -- inscription
Early spring rain is so gentle, only densely falling, such as smoke and fog, wetting the soil, calling for new seedlings.
In the early morning light, the muddy road inlaid with puddles was covered with a layer of gold yarn. The puddle was as bright as a piece of glass, a little golden. The delicate butterfly flutters the huge wing, lightly in the petal grass tip.
On the red brick low wall, there is a piece of spring clothes. The green broad-leaved crabapple is supported by the green broad-leaved crabapple, which is hung on the wall noisily. Begonias bloom, green and beautiful, full of spring.
I also take the silk Yingran spring, stand on tiptoe to look at the road in front of the wet rain and fog.
When the sun comes to a vigorous year, the earth is full of gold.
In July, it rained heavily, watered flowers and dyed grass and trees green. The water in the river is full and clear, and several lotus flowers stand in the distance.
The crabapple on the low wall has withered, and the withered and yellow vines are climbing on the big branches beside. The trees stand quietly in the sun, the leaves are bright and shining, and the cool air floating under the canopy is a luxury in summer. The sun is strong, so am I. Out of the shade of the trees, I took a big stride. It's hot to walk, but windy to run.
It's a golden season. The wind blows colder every day. The leaves are withered and yellow in the cool bleakness. Seems to have no reluctant, quietly falling, roadside fine grass tip golden. Light hanging large pieces of dead leaves fall on the mud road, heavy overlapping, like a thick carpet, slowly spread to the distance.
A wooden frame was set up beside the red wall, on which there were vines and a string of full pods. Several deep yellow pumpkins, with plump belly, lie comfortably in the red earth. I reached for a string of bulging pods, gently squeezed, round red beans, broken into butterflies, quietly rolling down.
Snow, especially the spirit between heaven and earth, comes down to earth with purity and decorates heaven and earth.
The noon sun does not feel a trace of warmth, just a big hand, the snow reflected more daylight. The river is covered with thin ice. On the trees and eaves, it looks like a thick layer of white ointment.
There is snow everywhere, and there is no grass on the road. An orange cat jumped down from the red wall, ran away quickly along the wall, and disappeared for a while. The snow on the wall was loose and rustled down. The snow along the wall was trodden open, showing a green bud.
There are flowers in spring, trees in summer, fruits in autumn, snow in winter, if the heart is useful. Even though the seasons change and the years shuttle, they are all good seasons on earth.