1。 the spring, the summer,
The chilling autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world
By their increase, now knows not which is which.
- William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
2.No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow.
- Proverb from Guinea
3.Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence
Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance
Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence
Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.
- Yoko Ono, Season of Glass
4.Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting
and autumn a mosaic of them all.
- Stanley Horowitz
5.For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together.
For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.
- Edwin Way Teale
6.There is a harmony
In autumn, and a lustre in its sky,
Which through the summer is not heard or seen,
As if it could not be, as if it had not been!
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
7.Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it,
and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth
seeking the successive autumns.
- George Eliot
8.Winter is cold-hearted.
Spring is yea and nay,
Autumn is a weather-cock,
Blown every way.
Summer days for me.
When every leaf is on its tree.
- Christina Rossetti
9.Then summer fades and passes and October comes. We'll smell smoke then,
and feel an unexpected sharpness, a thrill of nervousness, swift elation, a
sense of sadness and departure.
- Thomas Wolfe
10. autumn is leaving
tugging each others' branches
two pine trees
- Shiki's Autumn Poem
the spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world By their increase, now knows not which is which. - William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream 2.No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow. - Proverb from Guinea 3.Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance. - Yoko Ono, Season of Glass 4.Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. - Stanley Horowitz 5.For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad. - Edwin Way Teale 6.There is a harmony In autumn, and a lustre in its sky, Which through the summer is not heard or seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been! - Percy Bysshe Shelley 7.Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. - George Eliot 8.Winter is cold-hearted. Spring is yea and nay, Autumn is a weather-cock, Blown every way. Summer days for me. When every leaf is on its tree. - Christina Rossetti 9.Then summer fades and passes and October comes. We'll smell smoke then, and feel an unexpected sharpness, a thrill of nervousness, swift elation, a sense of sadness and departure. - Thomas Wolfe 10. autumn is leaving tugging each others' branches two pine trees - Shiki's Autumn Poem。
A creek twines the vast green field just like the blue color satin ribbon, a distant place modelling is being plain, color harmonious hut, a school of beautiful moving rural scenery!
An ancient windmill, windmill's wind leaf opens likely the wing, rotates against the wind, with the green grass, the wild flower constituted the unique view this fairy tale world addition mysterious color!
A right color bright, fine gorgeous, is drafting the happy love sabot likely! Also has that magnificent tulip to fall the season which innumerable sweetheart 。。 the tulip smells as sweet, the tender and beautiful charming girl's smiling face like flower passes on fragrantly 。。
Spooky bund, windmill, green grass, den, satisfied prosperous curcuma fragrant flowers field, intermittent fragrant, windmill long extension! This is the dream?
The high construction is also one kind of artware, is classical, is graceful, looks like a rich paint color painting! everywhere is filling the green, is also fluttering including the air green grass taste all around green and glossy, the green startled colorful, the windmill also stops down, is infatuated with in the beautiful scene 。
At the Edge of the SeaThe shore is an ancient world, for as long as there has been an earth and se a there has been this place of the meeting of land and water. Yet it is a world that keeps alive the sense of continuing creation and of the relentless drive of life. Each time that I enter it, I gain some new awareness of its beauty and it sdeeper meanings, sensing that intricate fabric of life by which one creature is linked with another, and each with its surroundings.In my thoughts of the shore, one place stands apart for its revelation of exquisite beauty. It is a pool hidden within a cave that one can visit only rarely and briefly when the lowest of the year's low tides fall below it, and perhaps from that very fact it acquires some of its special beauty. Choosing such a tide , I hoped for a glimpse of the pool. The ebb was to fall early in the morning. I knew that if the wind held from the northwest and no interfering swell ran in f rom a distant storm the level of the sea should drop below the entrance to the pool. There had been sudden ominous showers in the night, with rain like handfuls of gravel flung on the roof. When I looked out into the early morning the sky was full of a gray dawn light but the sun had not yet risen. Water and air were pallid. Across the bay the moon was a luminous disc in the western sky, suspended above the dim line of distant shore — the full August moon, drawing the tide to the low, low levels of the threshold of the alien sea world. As I watched, a gull flew by, above the spruces. Its breast was rosy with the light of the unrisen sun. The day was, after all, to be fair.Later, as I stood above the tide near the entrance to the pool, the promise of that rosy light was sustained. From the base of the steep wall of rock on which I stood, a moss covered ledge jutted seaward into deep water. In the surge at the rim of the ledge the dark fronds of oarweeds swayed smooth and gleaming as leather. The projecting ledge was the path to the small hidden cave and its pool. Occasionally a swell, stronger than the rest, rolled smoothly over the rim and broke in foam against the cliff. But the intervals between such swells were lo ng enough to admit me to the ledge and long enough for a glimpse of that fairy pool, so seldom and so briefly exposed.And so I knelt on the wet carpet of sea moss and looked back into the dark cavern that held the pool in a shallow basin. The floor of the cave was only a fewinches below the roof, and a mirror had been created in which all that grew on the ceiling was reflected in the still water below.Under water that was clear as glass the pool was carpeted with green sponge. Gray patches of sea squirts glistened on the ceiling and colonies of raft coral were a pale apricot color. In the moment when I looked into the cave a little e lfin starfish hung down, suspended by the merest thread, perhaps by only a single tube foot. It reached down to touch its own reflection, so perfectly delineated that there might have been, not one starfish, but two. The beauty of the refle cted images and of the limpid pool itself was the poignant beauty of things that are ephemeral, existing only until the sea should return to fill the little cave.By Rachel Carson在海边海岸是一个古老的世界。
Spring is coming, every corner of the earth who filled with spring in the air.
Summer is when the sun shines and the butterflies dance with the flowers。
At times the autumn rain keeps falling silandy on the trees and flowers and the ground. It washes everything clean.
Snowflakes fall down naughtily. They fall on branches of trees, on roofs of houses and on wheat fields. Soon the whole earth will be dressed in white. Everything is shining in the sun.
春天：Spring Spring is a delightful season. The temperatures are moderate, and the blooming trees and flowers make the city bright with colors. This is the time when we can begin to wear lighter and more brightly colored clothes and go outdoors more often. Smaller children like to bring their kites out to the spacious square. Also I enjoy going back to the village on this holiday after being in the city for the winter months. 春天是个让人欣喜的季节.气温适中，挂满绿叶的树和盛开的花朵给城市增添了明亮的色彩.在这个时节里，我们可以穿上轻便靓丽的衣服经常出门去了.小孩子们则喜欢在广阔的天空中放风筝.在城里呆了一个冬天之后，我也喜欢回到村子里度假. 夏天： Summer is the great season for all sports in the open air. It is the season for football which is often called the national sport because of its popularity. I usually watch television and read the newspaper reports about the football results of the little leagues. During the summer I like to go to the beach often because it is very close to my home. I usually go there during the summer vacation to relax after many months in school in the city. I feel very comfortable with the familiar quiet life of the villagers. 夏天是户外运动最好的季节.这是一个橄榄球的季节，橄榄球由于广受欢迎被称为全民运动.我常常看电视，看报纸，从报道中获得小联盟橄榄球赛的比赛结果.夏日里，我喜欢经常去海滩，因为那里离我家不远.在城里的学校呆了几个月后，暑假我常常去那里放松一下.此处有我很熟悉的村民们的宁静生活，这让我倍感舒适. 秋天：Autumn For me the autumn or fall starts in September when school starts its new term. I usually do some shopping. The mild weather made it very nice to study outside under the trees in a small park close to my house. I like to look up the leaves changing colors from green to red and yellow, and then brown colors. The park also has many bright fall flowers; sometimes I see a small squirrel coming down from the tree to hunt for food on the ground. On the weekends, I sometimes like to fly my kite. Usually on the street corners you can see street peddlers selling warm baked sweet potatoes. This is a nice time of the year. 我觉得秋天是在9月份新学期开始的时候来临.我常常要去买一些东西.宜人的天气让我感觉在离家不远的小公园的树下学习是件非常惬意的事.我喜欢抬起头看蓍枝头上的树叶由绿变红，变黄，然后再变褐.公园里还有许多鲜艳的秋花.有时我会见到小松鼠从树上跳到地上觅食.在周末，我有时会去放风筝.在街头的拐角处，常常会有街头小贩在卖烤红薯.秋天是一年中的好时节. 冬天：Winter Winter is very cold and windy in most parts of China. I usually look forward to the Spring Festival and the winter holiday when I can go to the south where the climate is warmer during these holidays. Also, I look forward to seeing my grandparents and my friends. Winter is the time everyone is in a festive mood. In the city, I usually do a lot of reading at home in the winter because of eh cold weather outside. 中国大部分地区的冬天是即冷又有风的。
Spring flowers Huan Down the drift spring, peach blossoms in the spring under the wake of the call. Crystal clear that if a piece of amber petals, such as beads , pink under a white light seeped into the table. Look far, it seems a touch of mist around the tree and spring Taolin laugh, make Taolin spring leaves up like Gone with the Wind， "沙沙沙-沙沙沙-" Like a Dream如幻， picturesque ~ ~ ~ Summer flower quality "Wow -" Summer Rain started off the summer. Rain, a cool and brush over body, left the aftertaste is long, suddenly the stars shine in the night sky, smell the flow. Filled the air, people relaxed and happy, star-shaped flowers crowded, and hilarious, and as the sky the stars, flashing in the darkness among the ~ ~ ~ Ren autumn flowers Mention the fall, everyone will think of her - Ju. One after another of the Ju Moon, one after another with a flower in full bloom, in the dew under the dress, shows color, bright red. Golden, daisy petals a slightly sinking, for example, on hooks may, face an entirely new look, bleak wind mercilessly carved their body, regardless of their likelihood cents, in the face of cold faithful. Kennedy spent winter When the snow drift in the wind in the dancing, in a snowy Lamei Like the world in full bloom, plum on in the near future, then into a crystal, into the water, tipped stamens immersed in water, all the more clear. Translucent, past, is still a plum, is it snow in the background ~ ~ ~ The 。
Spring is a lot of rain,summer is hot,autumn is the best season in a year,it is cool and busy ,winter is cold and sonetimes snowy.
Spring is a wonderful season to celebrate rebirth and new life.
The long, cold winter is over .
The weather is warm and sunnier.
The trees again have leaves and the flowers are blooming.
Everythings biooms in spring.
Weather is hot in summer .
Leaves tured yellow after fall.
I love winter best because of the snow.
一。 Spring Robert McCracken Today is the day when bold kites fly, When cumulus clouds roar across the sky. When robins return, when children cheer, When light rain beckons spring to appear. Today is the day when daffodils bloom, Which children pick to fill the room, Today is the day when grasses green, When leaves burst forth for spring to be seen 二。
April Days Days of witchery,subtly sweet, When every hell anstree finds heart, When witer and spring like lovers meet In the mist of noon and part--- In the April days. Nights when the wood frogs faintly peep Once-twice-and then are still, And the woodpeckers' martial voices sweep Like bugle notes from hill to hill- Through the pulseless haze Days when the soil is warm with rain, And through the wood the shy wind steals, Rich with the pine and the poplar smell, And the joyous earth like a dancer reels- Through the April days! Springtime When springtime comes upon us Filling freshness in the air Showing natures own beauty With flowers blooming everywhere. Trees start slowly budding Opening to the sun's warm rays Start the birds to singing Touching our hearts in these ways. The grass starts turning greener Pushing up out of the ground. Nature is waking up Sending forth her beautiful sound. Kenng Rutherford 诗句。 when in spring the sweet showers fall That pierce winter's drought to the root and all。
文章。 A Spring Morning It was early in the spring morning. The sun was just rising out of the eastern horizon? emitting steaks of red hue through the clouds and across the sky. Soon the campus was battled in the first rays of the sun. The lake? the trees and the bamboos looked as if they were all gilded. The ground was covered with tender grasses and the beaded dewdrops stood on their tips and reflected the sunshine. Birds flew about in the woods twittering restlessly. Some boy students who were absorbed in reading leaned against the trees with buds peeping out from within the gray barks. A couple of girl students read English aloud while walking up and down the gravel path around the lake? where a sort of stream rose? forming a thin mist. It was really a morning of beauty? of vigor and of hope. Today, look at the blue sky, hear the grass growing beneath your feet, inhale the scent of spring, let the fruits of the earth linger on your tongue, reach out and embrace those you love. Ask Spirit to awaken your awareness to the sacredness of your sensory perceptions. What a miracle it is. No matter how long the winter, how hard the frost or how deep the snow, Nature triumphs. No season is awaited so eagerly or welcomed so warmly as spring…Each year I am astonished by the wealth of flowers the season gives us: the subtlety of the wild primroses and violets, the rich palette of crocus in the parks, tall soldier tulips and proud trumpeting daffodils and narcissi. Picture this: The air and the earth interpenetrated in the warm gusts of spring; the soil was full of sunlight, and the sunlight full of red dust. The air one breathed was saturated with earthy smells, and the grass under foot had a reflection of blue sky in it. Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment. In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against Nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth. Spring are not always the same.In some years,April bursts upon Virginia hills in one prodigious leap-and all the stage is filled at once,whole choruses of tulips,arabesques of forsythia,cadenzas of flowering plum.The trees grow leavws overnight. In other years,spring tipoes in.It pauses,overcome by shyness,like my grandchild at the door,peeping in,ducking out of sight,giggling in the hallway."I know you are out there,"I cry."Come in”And April slips into our arms. The dogwood bud, pale green,is inlaid with russet markings.Within the perfect cup a score of clustered seeds are nestled.One examines the bud in awe:Where were those seeds a month ago?The apples display their milliner's scraps of ivory silk,rose-tinged.All the sleeping things wake it,feel it, crumble April in your hands. Look to the rue anemone,if you will,or the pea patch,or to the stubborn weed that thrusts its shoulders through a city street.This is how it was,is now,and ever shall be, the world without end.In the serene certainty of spring recurring,who fear the distant fall?。
The trees, like the longings of the earth, stand atiptoe to peep at the heaven.
The fish in the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing. But Man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.
The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness。
spring is a lot of rain,summer is hot,autumn is the best season in a year,it is cool and busy ,winter is cold and sonetimes snowy.