Spring is full of four seasons, Xia Yun is full of peaks, the autumn moon is bright, and the winter ridge is lonely. Light and shadow overlap, and the east wind is dark. The eyes of the four seasons bear the regrets of parents in spring, summer, autumn and winter, measure the length of this cycle of life and death, and sow their own places of interest that will never fade. They tell people about the past full of green vines, pick up the marks of dancing in glory, and go sailing for dreams with peerless customs ... just like a butterfly breaking out of a cocoon, it instantly arouses countless ties. At the bridge where everything is depressed, a ray of spring eyes embrace each other, full of whispers, awakening all kinds of life. In your most unique way, you have given life a changing posture, a spring that has gone to the fragrant suburbs and is full of red spots. Spring eyes are brushes dipped in the color of life. Immersed in the prosperity and massiness of life, you quietly germinated the homonym of life, dotted with the colorful prosperity of the past. When you wake up from a deep sleep in winter, you seem to be welcoming the long-lost prosperity. A piece of new green warms our eyes, with a little yellow, flowing out of the unique warmth of spring. Lazy buds can't wrap a cavity of joy, but they can't hide the swaying of their hearts, but they can't hide the lingering of spring. The touching spring buds are blooming. Almost dried-up rivers are receiving subtle moisture and contain winter cold currents. Listen carefully to the twittering of spring catkins, shake off the cold ice covering your body, moisten everything with the flowing water, and wait for the ridge full of hope devoutly. The faint spring cold passes through the lonely alley, and the returning sparrow brings drizzle, which warms this season. Whether it's a slowly spreading branch or a slowly flowing stream; Whether it's a silent mist flying or a fluttering whisper; Will be in the call of spring eyes, the shadow of the whole spring floating, let us see the ripples of life. Spring eyes, I sing for your prosperity! Two-thirds of the residual red left in the treetops fell into the corner of spring in the season. The wheels that are drifting away crush the residual temperature of spring in the eyes of summer. The heat and cold squeezed in the cracks of new leaves quietly guard this growing season. The yellow goose is covered with lush green, and the wind covered with moss, together with the green plot of spring, has become a growth. Yin Hui, surrounded by rolling thunder drums and accompanied by lightning, strolled in the clear sky. The red flowers and green leaves hidden in his arms nestled out in the generous gesture of summer rain. The breeze blew and the lotus flowers swayed: the next day, the lotus leaves were infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers reflected in the sun were of different colors. In the lotus pond, it is picturesque and contains picturesque feelings. Naked sincerity and frankness in midsummer. In the fresh morning light, the drunken bluestone is covered with red tears, and a moving tear sweeps away the tired figure, slaps the dust on the shoulder and lengthens the reflection of the sunset. A pair of fishermen caught Bi Tao's fishing line, and weeping willows beside the pond gently rummaged through the water for the footprints of summer. Take a bath to clear the toad, and many love songs will surprise the breeze. Break a pool of peace. The breeze blows, the dew marks are lightly dotted, the red water drops cut through the sky and roll in the sky, and the fragrance dances lightly under the starry sky at any night. A touch of summer color is waiting for the eyes of reading in the cycle of seasons. In the eyes of summer, a canvas saturated with the color of life is more graceful and heavy than that of spring. In the eyes of summer, I am glad for every inch of your enthusiasm. Three eyes send away the last ray of hot summer sun. Sending away the long and short season, you decorated the corner of the earth with fruits hanging high from the branches. Inadvertently, the ears of wheat have quietly climbed onto the top of the seedlings and bent the leaves. You use a reaping face and a sickle and hoe gnawed by years to support a happy smile and wings. Swallows are full of red and green eyes and tired. Aroused the beauty of autumn. You collected the prosperity of summer. In this bleak season, you hold up a leaf, floating in the wind with the fragrance of chrysanthemums, arousing countless bright eyes. You helped drunk the maple forest, and a Tuo red flower hung with prosperity, dancing lightly and beautifully. Yellow leaves sway with the high branches, embrace the season with the last color of life and measure it. When the wheat straw is gone, you stretch the bare branches into the sky. What are you expecting? A beautiful place looks like a sudden smile, quiet and serene, natural, and the whole earth looks bright and warm. Dead leaves are the memory of sunshine in life, traces of rain and dew, and deep and shallow wounds are the traces of their weather-beaten and erosion. Their faces are full of vicissitudes, recording the twists and turns of life. Leaves contain invisible loneliness, implying the wailing of extinction and rebirth since ancient times. Autumn has always been sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring. It is faint and leisurely, quietly away from the world, fully utilized in spring, calmly faced in autumn, harassing secular joys and sorrows, no longer admiring, no longer watching, no longer mourning. Leaves fall to their roots and turn into spring mud to protect flowers. What you face is faint sadness, no fear and weakness, no tears at the end of your life. Safe and beautiful. It is a free and easy feeling that does not need any embellishment, and it is a sense of loneliness that does not care about worldly prosperity. Every time it fades, it opens a new round of prosperity in a new life. Autumn eyes, I am heartbroken for every detail of you! 4 1 Courtyard is bleak, swaying quietly in the dim street. Goose feathers are frightened by the autumn eyes. When winter comes, they flap their wings and hum at night when they jump. Snowflakes are fluttering, quietly sweeping away the colorful prosperity of the past and continuing the song that will never fade. They danced in the biting cold wind and covered the pink world. They have been moving forward. Looking at the footprints of hard work in winter. Aoxue Hongmei blooms under the waiting of flying snow, with a touch of plum shadow dotted on the vigorous branches, and a touch of smiling makes the frozen plum hide its unique charm. Pink petals bloom in winter legend in loneliness. You washed away the lead China and bid farewell to the dust. Shadow Red can walk through the snow with the curved eyes expected by Xun Mei, showing the quiet and elegant beauty. A faint fragrance wafted in. The fragrance of flowers is the breeze blowing the wings of butterflies. In this silent night, it does not bloom for showing off, but quietly blooms in the cycle of the four seasons, despising the wind and frost. How can plum blossoms smell if they are not frozen? Tiny petals tremble slightly, with a faint fragrance, gently rubbing and twisting, in the winter when the flower season is dying. Give people a warm hope. Chimonanthus praecox seems to be a silent statue carved by the world of mortals. Sitting motionless body, full of years of dust and sunset. You imply a high-spirited, firm, cold and open spirit. Without Han Mei's snowball fight, how can there be a breeze of mind and indomitable spirit? Even if it is scattered into mud and ground into dust, your fragrance will still be remembered by people, your name will be sung shallowly, and your poetry will be precipitated. Winter eyes, I applaud all the ethereal things you have!