The years that have passed in life, the purity of winter snow, the beauty of autumn leaves, the beauty of summer flowers, the persistence of spring grass...
Winter snow
A pen, a person, a season's review.
Accustomed to contain snow season, accustomed to the cold temperature, accustomed to a person standing at the window still looking at the distance, the snow outside the window so thick, covered with all the vegetation on the earth, in the sun, shine with the light of glittering and translucent get rid of is appeared, good beauty. Time already for a long time didn't feel this kind of elegant and demure, watching snowflakes dancing in the city, like a beautiful butterfly, in the air across its most elegant life, decorated with the city is beautiful and solemn. I love the snowflake, the spirit of pure and pure spirit silently falling in every corner of the world, falling on my palm, instantly become a teardrop, a drop of angel tears.
The autumn leaves
A dream, a person, a fairy tale of autumn.
Autumn is a romantic season, both mature charm, zen and free and easy, a rain, mountain dim, hazy, water floor hazy, such, experiencing the naivete of watered out an exquisite heart, the rustling autumn wind blowing, cold light, the most beautiful scenery in autumn is not flowers, but see the leaves of deciduous, that is so sweet the leaves dance in the wind, make the most beautiful, with calm and calm after the weather-beaten, has experienced vicissitudes of life after the understanding and liberation, who can say this is not a nirvana, is a kind of rebirth, in autumn, is a suitable season miss, miss that one encounters, that a shy, that is scattered in the end of the world's heart missing, so I think of that sentence, you are I shouldn't have read the book, but I still don't read carefully, so you will live in my heart, never forget again.
Summer flowers
A lamp, a person, all the way flowers.
Life be beautiful like summer flowers is bright, there is no doubt that the summer is a colorful, light is bright, meet a wisp of Mr. Xia, with fluttering butterfly, as the clouds cast ZiYing, flowers in the most gorgeous color, the fragrance of the season. Those blooming flowers, colorful color on the draw for the earth, the skeletons, and bundles, or half containing the arts of, or wanton open, with their unique enthusiasm, write the taste of summer. The summer bug, with its own special musical instrument, beat up a piece of classical music. The summer sun is the warmest, and it seems that all the cold and sorrow are slowly smoothed out at its hot temperature.
Spring grass
A song, a person, a hope.
Spring is the beginning of a new hope, when winter snow is melting, when gradually put on green field, when the corner of the tree grow tender bud, that is the messenger of spring, spring seems to be faded the winter cold and sad, no enthusiasm, in the summer it with its special tender feeling, make the grey world usher in the spring of vibrant and jump while preparing for the lasting life. Dream, is a shining bright in the spring, the leaves that shine in the sunlight, is our persistent pursuit of the flash dream. Go to every city with its own destiny, look at each one of the beautiful scenery of the life, and use all the power in the limited life to send out the most unique and bright light of its own. I think, I have a dream, if life is a story, the story, which I would like to create my own is the most wonderful, I hope I can use words recorded every memorable images, can be moved a lot of a lot of people.
