In December, the snowflakes are dancing

It is a short and thick tail, starting from the end of white is also empty white, every morning when you get up, you see your own breath of white air floating, through the glass window, write your name, if there is still time, in the painting of a heart, as to say good morning to you! Start your day with a smile on your face.

In November, the cold wind is unbridled

From it on, it can be regarded as saying goodbye to autumn completely, saying goodbye to a certain person can move his limbs under the warm sun, and he can also take a shower after going back. I had to take out the autumn clothes and pants pressed at the bottom, although I was not happy, but when I thought of crying if I hugged my legs when I was old, I still chose to listen to my mother and be a good child.

October, golden sunshine

The sky is so pure blue that you can see the bottom and see the dreams you want to see. Every gust of wind is carried with joy or sorrow, with sadness or joy, with you or me, with a trace of melancholy and surprise......

In September, the autumn breeze is blowing

The leaves began to dress themselves in new clothes, and the fruit was smiling at the people who were looking at it, sweet and sour. The children walked into the school gate with their school bags singing happily or sadly, and when they saw the familiar faces, the previous troubles were probably omitted.

In August, the trees bloom

On the tip of the nose, the fragrance of osmanthus wanders away, it is so indifferent and so warm, every touch of fragrance is refreshing, every posture is small and lovely, staying in front of the windowsill, jumping on the fingers, as if to tell the world, only miss will become a poem.

In July, summer is in full swing

Remember the little girl on the swing by the pond? Remember if the fruit on the mulberry tree was white or purple? Do you remember fishing for shrimp in a small ditch together and accidentally stepping into the thin mud? Remember those songs we sang together that summer?

In June, Tian Tian lotus leaves

The lotus flowers are full of flowers, and many lotus leaves have been plucked, and they have become lotus leaf monsters walking on the path of sheep intestines, and you spit out the little lotus seeds that are not yet ripe, and grin at me, and I don't think I see you giggling.

In May, Gardenia Pure

A heavy rain washed away the disappointment of yesterday, looking up and seeing the rainbow in the distance, so that the newly born summer not only became colorful, but also, because of the beauty of gardenias, everything was felt to be very perfect, just right.

April, who lies

It's not a lie about April, it's just that it's so beautiful in this season. The transparent ones have sprinkled infinite spring light, and the sunlight has left its own footprints on the earth, shuttling wantonly in the world. The flower is waiting, waiting for the moment when it blooms at its best, and then quietly telling it a little secret about you.

In March, spring grows

The daylight was very gentle, and the greenery was stretching, opening his arms and embracing everything. With the lightest steps, look at the mountains in the distance, the creek nearby, and the grove on one side, wave the magic wand in your hand, and the masquerade ball officially begins.

In February, he was ashamed to leave the cabinet

The snow is still there, the wind is still there. It's just that, in the dark, everything is slowly spitting out its own fetal buds, quietly pregnant, silently, this is their common hope and wishes. This season is the real beginning.

January, still waiting

After the blizzard, the world presents its gradually colorful appearance, time stretches, everything is revealing its own appearance, although it is still a little vicissitudes, but, after waiting, it is the beauty you don't expect, let go of irritability, just wait.