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A Dreamy World of Changing Seasons |
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In my mind, there is a beautiful imagery of a dreamy world that changes with
the seasons. Everything is so unexpectedly beautiful.
In the spring, candy-shaped clouds float in the sky, occasionally shedding a
tear or two. The air is filled with the sweet fragrance of flowers, and
walking down the road, you can catch a whiff of the scent trailing behind
you. The new buds on the trees shine a bright green, illuminating your eyes.
Summer can be scorching hot, as if the sun has encountered an urgent matter
up in the sky. The buds on the trees have grown bigger, and hardworking bees
carry small buckets as they prepare to collect nectar from the flowers.
Butterflies dance among the flowers in pairs. The wind is gentle, making the
long street warm and comfortable. Springs bubble with water.
Autumn is a cool season, and the leaves on the trees turn yellow, swaying in
the wind like dancers. Farmers are harvesting delicious fruits in the
fields. Looking across the rice paddies, the golden color shines like
polished lacquer. Insects that once roamed the fields and grasslands have
disappeared, leaving behind a scene of withered grass, ready to welcome the
severe winter storms.
In winter, the small trees wear a silver-white hat, and houses wear a new
coat of silver-white paint. The earth is covered in a thick quilt. Children
play in the snow, making snowballs and building snowmen, even giving their
snowmen brothers a blue hat. The wind blows hard, and the small tree's hat
loses a bit of its color. The earth's quilt sheds a layer of cotton, and the
paint on the house's coat falls off.
If all of this could be presented together, I pray that heaven will not let
these beautiful scenes change. |
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