I like the warmth of spring, the happiness of summer, the sadness of autumn and the tranquility of winter. ...

I like to watch the soft fog in the early spring morning. I like to stare at the white in front of the window. The mountains in the distance are looming, and the opposite house is bathed in clouds, which seems to have a strange enjoyment. I instantly flew the wings of my heart and imagined which girl was singing in the opposite building.

I like running around the playground in my favorite white short-sleeved shirt on a hot summer night. Freely, I try my best to bring happiness and happiness to life. I smiled and didn't have to think about the so-called "lady image". Laughter rang like a silver bell. Let sweat seep into my clothes and let my little figure melt in this beautiful dusk.

I like walking on the road covered with golden leaves and small red wild fruits in the autumn wind. The golden "butterfly" quietly flew down from the branches, landed lightly close to the ground, and flew again in the wind. I picked up the camera and pointed it at a golden tree, constantly adjusting the angle, but I was not satisfied. When I looked closer, the tree looked like an old man sighing feebly. I closed my eyes and walked slowly forward. The warm sunshine brushed me and the breeze kissed me. I listened to the refreshing rustling under my feet. When I can "walk" forward on the wild fruit without lifting my feet, the slight massage feeling under my feet is so real, although it is separated by a thick sports sole.

I like to wear a thick cotton-padded jacket in winter and walk alone on the wide asphalt road. On a very cold weekend, there were few people on the road, only occasionally a few passers-by rubbed their hands, sucked a few mouthfuls of hot air into their hands and hurried by. At this time, I put my hands in my pockets and walked slowly on the road. Suddenly, I reached out a hand and pinched off a leaf. The cool leaves seem to be covered with a thin layer of frost. So, I will hold it and stare at it, walking alone in the street for a long, long time.

The tenderness of spring, the happiness of summer, the sadness of autumn and the tranquility of winter are all so beautiful. Ah, I like the four seasons and I like life!

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