spring

Green wings hold up the green soul.

When the traditional ice and snow melt and the east wind of awakening falls from the sky, the seeds of new hope will struggle in the expected soil. Two little leaves swaying against the original sun are its wings full of fantasy.

Look, the green heart is soaring in the first clear sky.

summer

Love burns in a blazing flame.

The hurricane ignited the fire, and the earth seemed to tremble with enthusiasm.

Branches extend into the sky, as if propping up the whole sky; Roots are all around the earth. It wants to hug the earth tightly. Every leaf hole is beating, absorbing sunlight. Every blood vessel is boiling, and it greedily sucks the milk of feelings in order to enrich the ovary of thought. The red fire wave has overflowed the bank, but don't worry, everything in the future is gestated in this wave of fire.

autumn

Finally, the wind and waves stopped and the sea was calm. Rational cliff stands on the edge of the land, thinking deeply.

The green leaves that once quarreled in the wind were silent, and the hundred flowers and ten thousand flowers that competed for each other quietly bowed their heads. Their happy and melancholy tears float slowly in the mature soil.

Only the golden fruit shyly sticks out its cheeks from the mist, and the deep red lips seem to be waiting for a warm kiss.

Everything is finally mature. In the forest, on the grassland, in the fields, on the hills, and in all places where there is life and breathing, the happy footprints of the goddess of comfort have been left. ...

winter

Still not the end, solidification does not mean death.

When the ice and snow are as heavy as the century of resurrection, do you hear their dying groans of pain?

When the last dead leaf in the world left the shriveled branch, I saw it bid farewell to the past time with a sweet smile. And in the faintly discernible buds on the high branches, all the information of the second spring is stored!

Then, let the ruthless ice and snow bury the stale past. Perhaps, calm thinking will bring more wisdom and sensitivity. The future will belong to another brand new and better season!

cloud

I am floating in the boundless blue sky, not because of frivolity and loftiness; Nor did he leave lush vegetation, steep mountains and rushing rivers in order to seek freedom without any constraints.

When the scorching sun scorches the earth too hot, I am willing to cover the summer sun with my body and bring tenderness and coolness to the world; When the vast land suffers from thirst, I turn into a continuous drizzle, land on the seedlings in the field, and devote myself to the cracked land, so that they can be nourished by new blood.

I gathered at the top of the mountain and swam in the green fields, but I never forgot that I was the son of Mother Earth. She sent me flying high to adjust the temperature and even the rainfall in the sky; It makes the water on the earth circulate back and forth, nourishing all kinds of vitality. Therefore, it may be said that without me, there would be no life.

Not to show off my white skirt and ever-changing beauty, so I rose so high and floated so far. Ah, when I fly, it is to land in the arms of my dear mother earth again!

I come from the earth, and eventually I will return to the earth.

rain

How can I say that I have given the world rain?

Don't forget that I am the soul of the cloud and the tears she shed when she missed Mother Earth.

The fog drops condensed on the golden maple leaves in the autumn morning, the dew flashing in the morning light on the green grass tips on the roadside, and the clear tears splashed by the leaping stream Zhang Qingquan-I am your sister, I have the same image as you, and I have the same pure heart.

So, welcome me, dear, I'm back among you.

thunder

Don't think I have a rough and stubborn heart just because my roar is deafening.

Please believe that I am as full of passionate love and tender feelings as you are.

Don't believe it? Please see, when I meet my lover, I will call from afar and smile at the sky to express my deep memory, joy of meeting and infinite loyalty.

Believe it, thunder is actually my happy cheers and laughter of love. ...

electric current

A soul without sparks is stupid.

I would rather live only one second to light up the world than live in a dark corner for ten thousand years.

Flash, that's my heart burning violently!

fog

Zhang Xiuya

I like fog.

I like the fog that makes the world look hazy and beautiful. I admire the misty brushwork that symbolizes the poet.

It has been said that when the fog comes, the whole world becomes a white room, and this room has neither doors nor windows. You can neither come in nor go out, but you can only play hide-and-seek with your own shadow in that vast white space. This is really a very interesting statement.

There are many poems about fog by ancient and modern poets. Qin Guanlang, a poet in the Song Dynasty, once wrote this sentence:

The town disappeared into the fog.

Moon maze crossing

These eight words have shown the vague realm of an armchair strategist.

Modern American poet carl sandburg once wrote:

The fog is coming.

Attached to the kitten's feet.

His imagination is really rich. What can show the soft mist falling silently better than a cat's foot?

In the fog, there is a magnificent world hidden. We wander in the fog, just like reading a poem with lofty artistic conception and far-reaching implications, and its beauty can only be understood by ourselves. When you walk forward step by step in the fog, it's like reciting the wonderful sentences in the poem word by word. ) When you suddenly hear the familiar gurgling sound of the river through a thick fog, you really can't feel the joy when the sun is shining.

I like misty morning light, just as I like cloudy and drizzly weather. Although the world shrouded in mist and light smoke is so confusing and sad everywhere, isn't it infinite hope that the fog disappears? ——

When the fog cleared,

You will see more beautiful sunshine.