The most beautiful thing in spring is the dawn. The eastern sky is a little fishy, slightly flushed, and purple clouds are floating.

The most beautiful thing in summer is night. The bright moonlit night is beautiful. There are countless fireflies dancing in the dark? Even in the drizzly night, there are two fireflies flying in the dim light, which is really charming.

The most beautiful thing in autumn is dusk. When the setting sun shines obliquely on the western hills, the crows return to their nests and fly to their nests in a hurry, which is touching. Flocks of geese in the sky fly with me, is even more touching. As the sun sets and night falls, the sound of wind and insects is more and more refreshing.

The most beautiful morning in winter, the snowy morning, is of course beautiful, that is, in the morning when there is frost everywhere, or in the cold morning when there is no snow like you, when you want to build a raging charcoal fire and walk through the corridor with a warm brazier in your hand, the leisurely mood, or the city in winter, is so harmonious and late. At noon, the cold gradually recedes, and most of the charcoal in the basin turns into a pile of white ash, which is a bit disappointing.