Season description I. Spring

Seasonal descriptions

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Season description I. Spring

Because the shortest spring, which is still spring, can sprout grass in the snow, tender buds spit out from dead branches, can color, the most basic pigment of life, can be red, this flame of hot blood, and without color, there will be no melody, no poetry, no dance, no movement, and no all this! Spring gives the world color, hope, and the future.

Su Shuyang "Spring Dream"

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i. The arrival of spring

No one knows where spring begins. Spring doesn't have a ** like a runner. It was probably in the watery wilderness of Ivoteg, south of Lake Ogijubi, that spring was formed, vigorous, and spread, and as it stretched northward, the pace grew stronger and more distinctive. Here, in the southern tip of the United States, spring does not come suddenly, unlike some New England valleys, where poppy and ranunculaceae bloom in an instant. Here, the repetition of the seasons is slow, the pendulum of the seasons swings slowly, and the arc of the swing is not so long.

Ewen Wyll Thiel "Spring in the North"

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At the tip of the Florida Peninsula's tropics, spring trails are not easy to spot unless you look for them. But here, north of Lake Ogijubi, spring has become the obvious season. Early in March, with strong winds blowing, we drove through miles of grassland wetlands and noticed that the wildflowers were already blooming. The small white flowers of the grain grass have bloomed all over the water-stopped ponds and flooded plains, where the gray pointed nails of lobsters emerge above the tender green of the new grass. The swallow flowers also gather together and begin to bloom, and soon they will cover the ground with a brilliant blue. Flowers are discreetly planted in the vicinity by blue-eyed grass. And then there's the violet, the first violet flower we've seen on this long trip. From the Kissimmee steppes all the way north, violets can be found everywhere, in the mountains, on the seashore, and on the edge of the dark forests of the Northland. East of the Mississippi River, there are more than fifty varieties of violets in full bloom. Violets are a sign of spring in the northern United States.

Ewen Wyll Thiel "Spring in the North"

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ii. Early Spring

At this time, the flowers have not yet grown buds, the hibernating animals have not yet begun to wake up, and the greenness of the branches is really only a little star, if there is nothing, just like He Xun wrote in the poem: "light smoke seeps willow color", a little careless, maybe I really think that hovering in the treetops is just a wisp of light smoke.

Yuan Ying "Chang'an Willow"

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The yellow winds swept away the severe cold in the north and brought spring to the mountains. Spring here is not as bright and beautiful as in the south, and the sun melts only with the gray-yellow mountains, the houses and trees embedded in the mountains, the hills and ravines at the foot of the mountains, and even the pedestrians and livestock. As far as the eye can see, everything seems blurry, just like a patchwork of color photographs with minimal contrast. But those who are looking for spring can still feel the breath of spring from this blurred world. Under the rocks in your stream, three or two peach blossoms, four or five apricot blossoms, like a lit torch, are not calling you to tease you, so that you do not want to stop your steps and continue to search? They exude the brilliance of broken silver, and they run to bring spring to people. I would like to stay by the stream and listen to the whispering of the stream. At this time, I felt that spring was rising from under my feet. Tie Ning "The Season of Washing Peach Blossom Water"

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The cold winter is over. The east wind of Hexi blew all over every corner of the field, and the warm sun shone on the earth, awakening all things on the earth and bringing infinite hope to the earth. Ah, it turns out that the warm spring has come. The willows on the embankment and the trees on the ridge have all grown new branches and young leaves, showing infinite vitality. White ducks and swans swimming freely on the green waves of spring water are frolicking happily. The flowers in the field are also in full bloom, and the gorgeous peach blossoms are the first to bloom. Thousands of purples and thousands of reds are gorgeous. Bees and butterflies flutter among the flowers, birds sing on the trees, and the first song is the spring song, praising the brightness of spring and singing the hope that spring brings to the earth. Spring gives the earth new clothes and restores a sense of freshness. The farmers in the fields, with the advent of spring, are busy for spring ploughing. As they ploughed, they sang loudly, and the whole field was filled with joyful singing and atmosphere. Spring is such a beautiful season, spring is the most beautiful season of the year, therefore, we must not let it be wasted, we must cherish this bright and short spring.

Ling Yingjian "Spring"

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The gradually increasing heat of the sun rejuvenates the earth. Spring is like a beautiful fairy in a fairy tale, it leaps from the ocean to Hainan Island, and from Hainan Island to the southern tip of the mainland, all the way to the north to deliver the news of spring. Everywhere she went, the snow melted, the trees budded, the flowers bloomed, and the hibernating animals opened their sleepy eyes and woke up. Although it is a long distance from south to north, from the Leizhou Peninsula to the Heilongjiang River Valley, this beautiful fairy has to run for five or six months. However, by the time she arrived in Lichun, she had already crossed north of Guangzhou. The road she walked immediately became a colorful road, with goose yellow, tender green, purple and red, and the leaves and flowers were full of life. Those bell-shaped flowers, like hanging bell flowers, seemed to emit a subtle sound, and laughed indulgently like a wild little girl: "Spring is coming!

Qin Mu "Colors and Sounds of Spring"

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In the spring, the earth wakes up from the cold of winter, and the old grass and trees that have been cut down by the people have pulled out the buds in a wild and vigorous way. They don't need to be cultivated manually, they grow under the caress of the wind and rain and the sun. At this time, there is a green sea as far as the eye can see, set off with red, white, yellow, and purple...... All kinds of wild flowers, a moist breeze blows, and the rich smell of pollen and grass goes straight to people's hearts. Whoever it is, they will open their mouths wide and breathe deeply, feeling intoxicated and refreshed as if they were drinking nectar.

Feng Deying "Bitter Cauliflower"

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There were four black trees under the gray sky, and at some point, some green dots had been ejected. In the blink of an eye, a green fog will appear. A few swallows happily change formations and gently skim my roof.

Yan Wenjing "A Bass Variation"

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Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the footsteps of spring are near. Everything was as if he had just woken up, and he opened his eyes happily. The mountains were moistened, the waters rose, and the sun's face flushed. The grass crept out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden, in the field, behold, there are a lot of them. Sitting, lying down, two rolls, a few kickballs, a few runs, a few hide-and-seek. The wind was soft, and the grass was soft. Peach trees, apricot trees, pear trees, you don't let me, I don't let you, they are all full of flowers. The red ones are like fire, the pink ones are like the glow, and the white ones are like snow. The flowers smell sweet, and when you close your eyes, the trees seem to be full of peaches, apricots, and pears. Hundreds of bees buzzed under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes flew around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named, nameless, scattered in the grass like eyes, like stars, and blinking. "Blowing the face does not chill the willow wind", good, like a mother's hand caressing you. The wind brought the smell of freshly turned earth, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air. The birds set their nests in the flowers and leaves, and they were happy, and they sang a tune that was like a turn, and they were in harmony with the light water. The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the back of the cow also sounded loudly all day long.

Zhu Ziqing "Spring"

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The ground was flat—as flat as a tabletop—and the withering brown weeds of the previous year grew on the ground, swaying slightly in the morning breeze, and there was new greenery beneath the weeds—a sign of spring. For some reason, there was a transparent aura that enveloped the distant vague outline of the city, making it seem like a fly buried in amber, giving it a subtle artistic meaning, which moved him.

Dreiser "Giant"

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Clear skies and bright sunshine. The spring girl was so sunburned that her eyes narrowed. The new green leaves are like her curly hair, and the mist and light smoke of the fields are like her clothes. With the pace of her spring, the green grass broke through the ground, and it was almost ready to come out with her feet.

Aitmatov "Farewell, Gulisaly!"

iii. Yang Chun

Before the Qingming Festival, the two banks of the Tang River are dressed in spring, and it is the time when the peach willow and green warbler are dancing and swallowing. The sun shines on the jointed wheat seedlings, giving off a pungent green fragrance of wheat. Barley is already in booting. The water in the roadside channel was crystal clear, and it drove it a long way back to the sea.

Liu Qing "History of Entrepreneurship"

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When the spring in February and March, the light and slight blowing, such as the drizzle of hair sprinkled from the sky for no reason, thousands of soft willows, Qi Shu their yellow and green eyes, red, white and yellow flowers, green grass, green leaves, all rushed to the market like a rush to the market, forming a splendid spring, those children, so clever and lovely, also flew from the south, joined the picture of this wonderful spring scene, added a lot of interest to the spring.

Zheng Zhenduo "Haiyan"

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Magpie in the branches. The spring breeze willow swallow shadow obliquely. The wind is like a crisp, and the flowers are like fire. Ten miles of peach blossoms are red.

After the rain, mushrooms have sprung up, competing to break the ground.

The wheat is green, a field of pink flowers and green waves, and in the fields near and far, the spring breeze ripples.

In March, the breeze is warm, and the green willows are smoky.

Soft catkins flew all over the sky.

Zong Pu "Words of Flowers"

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The enchanting spring generously spreads with aromatic scents, bringing joy and happiness to life. The rhododendron hides in the branches of the mango tree, awakening hope with its mellow and sweet chirping. Flocks of thrushes crouched on the branches of the mahu trees like a welcoming procession. Neem, pear, and gooseberry trees all seem to be intoxicated by their own fragrance. He Li walked into the mango orchard, and the fruit blossoms bloomed like stars.

Premchand, Godan

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Mid-spring

The south wind, with the breath of spring, blew his loose hair, and the swallows of spring roamed to and fro, and the air was filled with the sound of their murmurs. The new green grass slumped on the ground with a smile on its face, as if it was talking to the little yellow flower of the dandelion with its head down, and the soft stripes of the willow were swaying as if they were bitter, apparently because the peach trees on the side only had small young leaves, and felt too lonely.

Mao Dun "Footprints"

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After a spring rain, the willow branches are green and the peach blossoms are smiling. The mountain stream is full of water, and one or two peach petals float on the water surface from time to time. The sky is as bright as glass. The sun rose from the eastern half of the sky with a smile on its face, as red as a girl's face, and it was beautiful and moving. The picturesque spring colors and magnificent mountains and rivers make people feel comfortable and vibrant.

Shi Peifa "The Man Who Spins the Net"

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Anyway, winter is over after all. By the beginning of April, the days were warm, and the nights were still cold: winter would not give in, but at last a warm day came, and winter was repelled, and the little rivers were watered and the birds were singing. The whole meadow and shrubs along the river were flooded by the spring tide, and a large area between Zhukovo and the high slope on the opposite bank was occupied by a large amount of water, and wild ducks flew off and down in groups here and there. Every evening, the fiery red spring glow and gorgeous clouds create new and extraordinary and bizarre landscapes, which people will not believe when they paint colors and clouds in the future.

Chekhov's "Peasant"

iv. Twilight Spring

"The light boat is bent in the fog, and the drizzle covers the distant mountains. "Every year in late spring, the green plums reveal yellow and clear colors, and the Jiangnan region enters the rainy season. At this time, the scorching sun is not willing to show up, sometimes the clouds open a line, show a smiling face, and drive the clouds, hide in the heavenly palace, so, sprinkled with the sun, it rains, sometimes there will be a "sun in the east and rain in the west" wonders. Mountains and rivers from the Tianmu Mountain in Zhejiang and Maoshan in southern Jiangsu have poured into Taihu Lake in large quantities. The lake swelled so much that it didn't have time to leak into the sea, and there was a scene of high sails, high bridges, and low islands. In the misty drizzle, the white waves of Taihu Lake are surging, the feelings are extraordinarily abundant, and the colors are also very distinct, just like a Danqing that has not dried up!

Chapter Zuosheng "Spring Rise"

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The southerly wind blew the rich smell of wheat into the village, and the soles of the croppers' shoes were as if they had been smeared with oil. Nature has delivered beautiful letters to people, and people read these familiar handwritings: catkins flying, elm money falling, butterflies and rape petals falling on the ground parting ways, and pea flowers turning into fat green pods. This is the final act of saying goodbye to spring to summer. There are so many props needed for this scene: the men are arranging the brooms with the nooses, and the women are packing the dustpan baskets and sewing the broken pockets. Especially in the morning, when the moon sets and the stars are sparse, a crisp summer rooster crows: "Summer is it, summer is it!" When people were woken up from their sleep, the sound of sharpening sickles in front of each thatched hut merged into a powerful sound stream.

Li Zhun "The Yellow River Flows East"

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The weather is intoxicatingly warm, and it happens to be the season when the cherry blossoms are gone. The sandy pavement is littered with pink flowers, some of which hang on the tiled green grass. Several pear blossoms are also dotted with tender white petals. The mountains to the north and west are covered with pale blue draperies, and the children wear and jump back and forth in the forest. It is the remnant spring of the good year here, and there are beautiful scenes everywhere that make people linger.

Wang Tongzhao "Mountain Rain"

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thoughts of love

At the foot of the mountain, a cloud of apricot blossoms is like a cloud. The valley was filled with streams swirling, rushing, clanging, and splashing with silver mist. There was life everywhere, and even under the thin ice in the shade, there was water and a dense stream of small fish. Not to mention the sunny place, a verdant green, from the grass to make in winter, this grass does not stop growing.

Wang Meng "Butterfly"

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The drizzle in April, sunny and falling, washed the air strangely cool. The leaves are still small, but there is some greenery everywhere. The shy spring sun only gently peeked out some soft light from the thin clouds, and the shadows of people on the ground and trees were very faint. The wild peach blossoms bloomed the earliest, and the faint pink swayed in the wind and rain, like a charming little village girl, dressed simply and beautifully.

Lao She "Two Horses"

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In the second month of the lunar calendar, the fields begin to shed their yellow coats, and various plants awaken from hibernation, trying to burrow out of the thawed ground and spit out green shoots. The most sensitive response to spring is the willows on the embankments on both sides of the river. The swaying branches of the wind, pale green, became pliable...... As a result, the musty smell of dead grass and rotten leaves that had been soaked in snow water was everywhere in the spring field, mixed with the fragrance of wheat seedlings, trees, and weeds.

Feng Deying "Spring Flowers"

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Spring seems to bring its warmth and fragrance to Beiping no matter what sorrow there is in the world. The water on the ground and in the river soon melted away, and thin green seedlings emerged from the river and from the roots of the walls. The wicker was adorned with goose-yellow dots, and the geese lined up in the air, echoing with a long voice. Everything has a business......

Lao She "Four Generations in the Same Hall"

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The small garden is already a little spring, first of all, the green mist rippling on the willow branches, followed by the warbler flying in the early morning; after a few showers of drizzle, the barren flat is painted with a light color, the green land, such as an oasis in the desert, is this not a ray of life in the bleak life?

Tang Tao "From Spring to Autumn"

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Spring is getting stronger day by day. The spring rains that have just fallen have washed the earth and swept away the lifeless remnants of the long winter on the earth. Under the influence of the spring breeze, the mountains and fields are becoming more and more active day by day. The sun's rays gently embraced everything, and the warm air trembled with the steam rising from the awakened ground. The next year's grass turned green again, the new grass lazily slumped on the ground, a layer of green smoke rose from the willow branches on the riverbank, the air was filled with their murmuring as it swept over the river and in the willow smoke, and the stone frogs cried vigorously in the narrow and deep mud holes on the riverbank.

Xiao Jianguo "Empty Mountain Old House"

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v. Spring scene

Spring. The yellowed fields turned green. Fresh green leaves grow on dead branches. The sun is gently smiling at everyone, and the birds are singing and flying. Flowers are open, red flowers, white flowers, purple flowers. The stars twinkled, red stars, yellow stars, white stars. The blue sky, the free wind, the beautiful love of dreams. The windows were wide open, and the sunlight crept in with a smile. Flowers smiling at butterflies outside the window. Bees and flies flutter around the house.

Ba Jin, "Autumn in Spring"

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Spring is here, and my hometown is full of prosperity. The willow trees of the Ishikawa River are beginning to sprout, the grass of Mt. Jiko is sneaking out, and all kinds of flowers are quietly blooming. Your shores and foothills: pink peach blossoms, snow-white pear blossoms, delicate begonia flowers...... They were all smiling. The grass is green, the flowers are red, and the river is thawing. At this time, if you come here, nature will leave the latest and most beautiful pictures in your mind.

Chen Yueli "Please Come to Our Hometown"

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The posture of spring is gentle and beautiful: on the grassland at the top of the treetops, the buds slowly pulled out, green, pale green, like a girl, solemn and lively. Spring seems to exist for them. The catkins and poplars floating in the spring space are also as if they have to take the opportunity to wander at this time, completely discarding the hypocritical shyness, and provoking people everywhere; the sky is dark blue, the sun is as soft as a sponge; the wind blows on people and makes people obsessed with happiness. People are so enchanted that they are about to dissolve in this situation.

Ge Dihe "The Mystery of Spring"

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vi. Late spring

That evening, in a guest house on the Pilzvase River, we sat by the fireplace with birch wood and sat by the fire, reminiscing about the journey and feeling honored. There will never be a second spring like this in our lifetimes. As we stepped out in the middle of the night, the sky was clear and the stars were shining. But in this starlight, spring quietly left. Tomorrow we wake up in the summer.

In all corners of the Northern Hemisphere, spring has come. It is like a sound, which expands and spreads until it disappears in space, and like a gust of wind, it blows through the earth, and we ourselves are aware of the changes it causes. It is like a gentle blow on a wheat field, and it is also like a flying shadow cast by a flowing cloud. It's like a cosmic life, and you touch it, but you can only get a part of it. And just when you think you're facing it, it's quietly gone. Of course, it is only in the calendar that spring disappears so suddenly, and in reality the seasons are gradual.

Ewen Wyll Thiel "Spring in the North"

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vii. Spring scenery on the top of the mountain

In March, climb to the top of Jiufeng Mountain and look at the mausoleum area, which is really refreshing. In the distance, the steep mountains are in a thousand shapes, and they are far and near in the misty clouds and smoke. The nearby hill is green after several spring rains, the whole mausoleum area is like a green harbor, the thick green pine forest and the verdant Tang willow forest belt are intertwined, the deep lines are intertwined, the spring breeze blows, like the tide of the undulating advancement; the palace located in the bushes, revealing the glazed tile roof, just like a golden island; and the cars on the mountain road are the small boats cruising in this bay.

Hezi "Ancient Tomb Song"

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viii. Harimitsu Yamano

Spring is surrounded by thousands of mountains, and it leaks late. The peach blossoms were still blooming there, and the roaming clouds flew from one peak to another, sometimes pausing for a moment, in order to block the sun and teach the flowers and plants of the ground to shelter from the frightens of the light and flames in its shade.

The shade under the rocks and beside the bottom of the mountain stream are overgrown with ferns and other anchovies. Red, yellow, blue and purple grasses dot the greenery.

The skylarks in the middle of the sky and the golden warblers in the forest puffed out their tongues. The breeze squeezed them together and distributed them to the creatures of the mountains. Peach Blossom listened attentively, and couldn't help but shed a few tears, and froze on the ground one by one. Xiao Caohua was drunk when she heard it, and she also fell down with the beat of the sound for a while, and got up for a while, when she was not calm.

The thin clouds that you swim in still fly from this peak to that peak.

Listen: the song of the lark and the golden oriole is still in the air and in the forest. In this peach forest surrounded by thousands of mountains, except for the noisy children, everything appreciates the spring light so that their hearts and eyes are foggy.

Xu Dishan "Spring Field"

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Huanzhi looked at the clouds, bright and fresh, a warm wind blew, with the news of new development and prosperity, conveyed to almost every cell. The distant mountains on the other side of the lake have woken up from their slumber, gazing at the hope of spring. The spring seedlings in the fields are like women playing in spring, dancing their tender green clothes freely. The willow silk on the river bank has just revealed goose-yellow leaf buds. Birds chirp and chase as if a great cause is underway. Several clusters of village houses, the form is roughly the same, and the roof tiles are numerous. And those who dwell in those houses, men and women, old and young, will rejoice when the earth will have a new cause and a new success, and they will not be lazy or shy away from work, but work hard there.

Ye Shengtao "Ni Huanzhi"

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ix. Gangnam Spring

The south of the Yangtze River in spring is beautiful, the wind is very soft, the air is very fresh, the sun is very warm; the wheat seedlings in the fields are like a sea, and the villages dotted with are unsinkable boats; the criss-crossing winding river channels, the willow branches by the river spit out the tender buds, the asparagus also drills out and the leaves are clear, and the calm water in the river channel wakes up from the simplicity of winter, and is dressed up by the colors of nature to be verdant and verdant; it is really a beautiful mountain and water, so moving. At noon on a sunny day, there are still schools of swimming fish, which are parked motionless, like a submarine team waiting for the wind to set off. At this time, the entire insect world is setting off an extremely huge liberation movement, and countless billions of lives are rushing out of the hibernating shell every second, so that spring has vitality, and spring is so rich!

Gao Xiaosheng "Wallet"

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Shanghai Spring

Spring came to Jiangnan, and spring came to Shanghai.

Shanghai, a big city that has always been slow to feel the season, is now strongly filled with the breath of spring, reflecting the colors of spring. You see: on the green belt of the ten-mile promenade on Zhaojiabang Road, the magnolia flower, which can be called the first branch of the east wind, blooms so warmly and brightly. The white, plain and lightly wrapped, crystal clear, slim and elegant, people can't help but produce a kind of noble feelings out of the mud without staining; Also, the peach blossom apricot blossom azalea camellia...... They are also budding and spouting, competing for beauty, and competing to report the news of spring to people. As for the inside of the park, it goes without saying, the willows and flowers are bright and beautiful. Even the trees on the sidewalks on both sides of the road, which not so long ago stood bare in the cold wind, now bloomed and dressed in green, happily welcoming pedestrians, pouring out the strong smell of spring.

Jun Qing "Spring Song"

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x. Spring in Paris

As the Parisians say: spring belongs to Paris.

Does spring really belong to Paris?

The first to be dyed in spring were the women's new clothes. The second is the small flowers that sprout on the meadows of the park. There are also bare branches dotted with verdant young leaves. There are also those small trees that bloom first and then grow leaves. And the doves and sparrows flew overhead in flocks, like fairies scattering flowers. Then, the open-air seats in front of the café began to fill up again. The deserted park has become a date spot for couples. The French know the art of living well, and no matter how busy they are, they always leave some space to enjoy life. Their art of living won my heart.

Mei Yuan "Spring, in Paris"

Seasonal description II. Summer

i. Early summer

Early summer is beautiful, and it is another kind of beauty that is different from the sunny spring. If the beauty of spring is in the competition of flowers, the beauty of early summer is the beauty of all kinds of green. What words should be used to summarize the scenery of early summer? "Green, fat, red, thin"? No, it is written about late spring flowers; "green, dark and red, thin" -- this is almost the same! "green" and "dark" describe the intensity of green; "red" and "thin", it can be seen that the fragrance is gradually fading, but it is not absolutely nothing. Where is it? I looked around, and I found it, and there were a few little red flowers blooming in the wild roses on the edge of the ditch? But the red seemed to be very faint, faint and almost lonely, especially in the thick green around it, and it was even more apparent, "the evening flowers are faint and shallow." Again, it is layered, boundless, green and heavy, green and cold, green and shining, and staring at it for a while, as if the whole sky has been dyed green.

Chen Yifan "Early Summer"

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The wheat in the field turned from green to yellow before you knew it, and the field suddenly changed its appearance. The wind blows with a slight warmth, and the cuckoo calls from time to time tell us that "spring has returned" and that it is the season of early summer and April.

Shen Congwen "Sorrow"

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Spring is gone with the falling flowers, and the green leaves in summer are beating in the warm breeze. ...... The leaves of the poplar trees on the street are moving in the sunlight with a layer of green light, and the blue sky upstairs is surrounded by a layer of white gas that looks like fog but not fog.

Lao She "Two Horses"

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On an early summer morning, a thin mist shrouds Tung Chung Village. The sun did not come out, and the warm wind blowing from the Pearl River carried a damp coolness. Kapok has bloomed, peach blossoms have bloomed, snow pea flowers and cauliflower of various colors have bloomed, and the flat fields outside Tung Chung Village, the soft and soft rice seedlings that are green and dripping, and the green and green bushes of banana leaves, swaying in the wind, presenting a business.

Chen Remnant Cloud "Fragrance Floating in the Four Seasons"

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The shady poplars on the side of the road, and the endless grape trellises in the fields...... In early summer, wildflowers of all colors bloom: red, purple, pink, yellow, like brilliant spots embroidered on a large green carpet, and swarms of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying to and fro......

From Wei Hee's "Roses for Doctors"

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Previously we were a year away from the date of the summer trip, then a month apart, and then a day apart. Time that could not be changed, stopped, or rushed finally brought June and the summer solstice and the beginning of our journey. Now we are turning west. We've left behind the wooded Maine and White Mountains, their old-fashioned elegance. We're crossing northern Vermont, where rice-eating birds leap in the sunlight from the meadows dotted with goldiheads and wild swallows.

The sap of early summer is flowing all around us, in weeds and herbs, in low shrubs and tall trees. The sap passes through tens of thousands of miles of tiny channels that surround the leaves and stems. We try our best to imagine what a vast lake and what a mighty river it will be.

Ewen W. Thiel "Summer Travels"

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ii. Midsummer is the turning point of the summer, when the harvest of the year has been determined, and the sowing of the coming year has begun to be considered, and the mowing of the grass is about to begin, when the rye is full of ears, though not yet full, is still light, and a wave of light green wheat ripples in the wind, and the green oats, together with the clusters of yellow grass scattered about, stretch out jaggedly over the field that is late for sowing, when the buckwheat planted earlier has sprouted and cover the ground, and the fallow land, which has been trampled hard as stone by the domestic animals, has been half ploughedThere were only unplowed paths, the dry manure heaps piled up in the fields at sunset emitted the smell of meadowsweet, and the lowlands stretched out like a sea of sickles in the grasslands where the stalks of the cut sorrel were piled up.

Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

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iii. Midsummer

The sky was clear, there was not a single cloud in the sky, the sun was scorching the ground, and a south wind blew and swept a wave of heat from the earth, suffocating the ground. The weeds couldn't withstand the sun, and the leaves were rolled into thin strips. In the afternoon, people tend to feel tired, as if they have just woken up, and they don't want to move. Even the birds in the forest rested on the trees with their mouths open, too lazy to fly out to forage for food.

Jin Jingmai "Song of Ouyang Hai"

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The midsummer sun shone on the Hangu Pass in Shenxiong, and the fish on the roof ridge and the sunrise double phoenix on the entrance of the gate seemed to be wheezing.

There are a few poplars outside the pass, and the large fat leaves turn into a blazing brilliance in the air. Countless cicadas are screaming hoarsely.

On the burning earth, only a shadow remained under these poplar trees.

Guo Moruo "The History of the Pillar"

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The green leaves of the eucalyptus trees swayed, the ripe rice fields were golden, and occasionally a field of taro was so green that it seemed to drip oil, and sometimes a few lychees appeared on the roadside, and the fruits were gradually turning red to the sound of cicadas. What a picture of midsummer with intense colors!

Qin Mu "Gambling Competition"

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The scorching August sun is like an umbrella, and at noon, the sky is dazzling, like a large piece of hot tinplate. The branches of the weeping willows by the roadside were motionless, the shadows of the trees shrunk into a ball, and the leaves covered with a layer of dust were wilting and curling. The asphalt pavement was also softened by the sun, and when you looked into the distance, there seemed to be a transparent vapor rising on the silent and uninhabited road.

Wang Xinji "The Return of the Soul"

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On a road in the west of the Shoushan District, there was no disturbance at this time. Although the flaming sun has not yet shone directly, the sand on the road seems to be shining brightly, and the heat is full of air, and the power of midsummer is everywhere. Many dogs stick out their tongues, and even the crows in the trees have their mouths open to pant,—— but there are exceptions. In the distance, the faint sound of two copper cups clashing against each other reminded people of sour plum soup, and they vaguely felt cool, but the interplay of lazy monotonous metallic sounds made the silence more profound.

Lu Xun "Showing the Public"

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What a heavy and stuffy time it was in the middle of summer, with the fiery sun sweeping away the morning dew and dominating the universe until after dusk! Under this oppression, people lazily seemed to have lost their active vitality, especially in the afternoon, when it was terriblely steaming, and the small stones lying on the road made a diligent noise, and the burning heat of the soles of people's feet. At this time, in the little garden, the phalaenopsis and the little red roses with drunken heads, all showed a weariness for the frightening light and heat, and only the gold and silver vines hidden in the foliage vines were in full bloom. When a summer wind passed through it, it blew the thick scent of medicine into the door that was open to the courtyard.

Lu Yin "Ivory Ring"

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In the summer of this year, the weather is very hot, although our Xiling Township is a mountain township, the day is so hot that people can't stand it, you take off your whole body, only wear a pair of shorts, sweat is still flowing. It wasn't until the evening when the sun had set that the wind blew from the side of Pekan Mountain, chilling and smelling of absinthe and pine resin.

Ren Dalin "Cricket"

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Not a drop of rain had fallen for two weeks, and a milky mist filled the air, enveloping the trees in the distance, and from there, there was a burning smell. Many gray clouds with hazy outlines floated leisurely in the blue sky, slowly crawling past, and the strong dry wind continued to blow, but could not drive away the summer heat.

Turgenev, The House of the Nobles

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July has passed, and with it comes the "summer moon", which seems to be the natural aspect, the lovers in the hedge factory are so enthusiastic, especially to fight with them. The air in this place, which used to be very fresh in spring and early summer, has become stagnant and makes people sleepy. A thick breath always weighed on them, and at noon the whole earth seemed to faint. The higher slopes of the steppe are all shaded yellow by the same scorching sun as in Ethiopia, but where the water is murmuring, there is a vivid green grass.

Hardy's Tess of the D'Urbervilles

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iv. Late summer

The sun shines through the dense layers of elm leaves, shining the full shadow of the sun on the ground. The south winds of late summer and early autumn bring the aroma of new wheat and the scent of artemisia grass. Late summer and early autumn in North Manchu are beautiful seasons, and this is the best day of the year. The weather is not cold, it is not hot, the ground is still a little blue, and people are not too busy.

Zhou Libo "The Storm"

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As soon as the storm stopped, the yellow dust rested on the ground. The withered yellow sand gangzi, like a dead dragon, lies horizontally in the grassland. The late summer sun, emerging from behind a thin bluestone slab, seemed to drop countless fireballs from the sky and rolled down on the grassland, scorching almost everything on the grassland. The willows by the river, hanging their leaves and bowing their heads. The wild chrysanthemums, which have just bloomed, also wrinkled up their petals and shrunk under the green grass. It's hot, so hot that people can barely breathe.

Shagangzi seemed to be on fire. On the sandy slope, the shepherd boy climbed up alone. He crawled for a while, sat up to catch his breath, and continued to crawl. He kicked barefoot on the scorching sand and climbed to the top of the sand hill. The sand he had kicked through was like a trickle of water, making a low "sprinkling" sound, flowing down to the hill.

Ulan Bagan "Prairie Beacon Fire"

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v. Gangnam Summer

The scenery along the road is really not bad, the midsummer in the south of the Yangtze River is a picture of a paradise in the sky. There is not a single wasteland along the way, it is all green rice, green trees, and green mulberry forests. Occasionally, I saw some ponds, and there were also thick lotus leaves and small water chestnut leaves floating on the water.

Zheng Zhenduo "Bird"

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vi. Northern Summer

In early summer, the wilderness of the northern countryside is active and beautiful. The white clouds in the sky floated slowly, and the peasants on the vast land were working hard. Tender willow silk hangs low on the edge of the quiet river. The naughty boy by the river spoiled the silence of the river: "Loach, this little toad!" The cries and laughter drifted in the morning when the flowers were in full bloom, and one could not help but feel the joy of summer deeply.

Yang Mo "Song of Youth"

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When the winged wheat finch calls every day in the countryside sweet, and the longing of the black earth golden yellow, and the undulating waves, the season of the most provocative croppers is ripe from the sickle and the red tasseled whip, and from the bronzed pectoralis major biceps and drunken hazy smile!

In May, it is a mango seed......

Ren Zhixi "Yimeng Landscape"

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vii. Summer of the City

In the summer in the north, the heat is really strong! The leaves are white, and the asphalt road is soft and syrupy. The old lady who sells popsicles in a cart has already sold them all. Outside the door of a restaurant, several sweating workers with open arms, holding beer cans, leaning their necks and pouring down, like drinking horses, sweating and sweating, as if the beads of sweat were volatilized by the beer......

Xiao Fuxing "Happened in the Hot Summer"

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viii. Township summer scene

How happy and lively summer is!

The climate made us take off our shirts and trousers, wearing only sweat vests and shorts and forks, stretching our arms and kicking legs, running and chasing, not to mention how relaxed. During the day, you can go fishing and touch the crabs, if you want to swim, you can jump into the river at any time, splash on the river surface and have a water fight, open your eyes and play hide and seek...... Oh, and that cool river can make you forget everything in the world.

The night is also enchanting, if you step out of town and into the fields. There is a bright moon and stars in the sky, and a frog drum in the ground. You can shine on the yellow cockroaches in the paddy fields, you can catch small birds in the bamboo forests, and the most interesting thing is to catch fireflies -- what a wonderful sight that is! In the hazy night, a green lamp flies silently among the grass on the stream, this lamp goes out, and that lamp turns on again. As far as the eye can see, it is sparkling and fluttering......

Liu Jianping "Flickering Fireflies"

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ix. Summer in the mountains

As soon as summer comes, the green mountains are the same day by day, after the scorching sun and the shower, the grass and trees will quickly grow up and become verdant and black. At this time, a green gauze tent was raised in the mountains, and those wolves, lynxes, and hares were ...... Feel free to be active in it, like a fish swimming in the ocean.

Feng Deying "Bitter Cauliflower"

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x. Miscellaneous

Summer in Hangzhou

In the hot summer, I came to Hangzhou again. At this time, Hangzhou, like the Mule Mother in the lama temple, put away the meekness of spring and became extremely powerful. The scorching air rushes through the streets like a flowing flame. The cool West Lake has become a pot of boiling water, steaming hot.

Qi Mingchang "Yaolin's Reverie"

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Snow-capped mountains and glacial lakes in early summer

In early summer, riding a horse on a snow-capped mountain is the most ideal. At this time, the height of summer is approaching, and the snow in the mountains has melted, and on the slopes where the snow has been covered for more than half a year, there are streamers-like sheep intestine trails. The blue sky is as clear as a turquoise lake because it is rarely rendered by sand and dust. Looking into the distance, the white Bogda main peak gives people a sense of majestic and beautiful demeanor. When the wind blows, the snow dances on the mountains, like the blue sky flying through the milky white light veil, and like the fog that covers the earth in the early spring morning......

Of course, there are cliffs and cliffs, fountain meadows, but what is even more bizarre is the sparkling glacial lake. The lake is blue to the bottom, and the reflection of distant mountains floats on the surface of the lake. In the evening, you set up a tent in the meadow by the lake, raise a bonfire, the stars in the frozen lake, and the snow-capped mountains dyed red by the bonfire, you can forget the scorching heat of midsummer, as if you are in a mythical world.

Zhang Mengliang "Snow Mountain Scenery"

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The summer of the Great Northern Wilderness

In the Great Northern Wilderness in July, the weather is clear, the breeze is coming, and it hits people's clothes. The dense grass is thickly covered with colorful flowers, which glows with a charming fragrance. Pink cosmos, bright red wild lilies, and slim golden needle flowers, like velvet splendor, decorate this boundless earth. Bees, butterflies, dragonflies, and flying, with colorful wings, fly. Pheasants, ducks, herons, and waterfowl are jumping happily in the low and humid marshes, and muntjac roe deer are running on the high slopes. It turns out that the owners of the Great Northern Wilderness, those black bears, wild boars, wolves and foxes...... Unwilling to retreat to the remote area, nostalgic for the blue mountains, reckless grasslands, and often sneak into the crops to find food, invading the new owner. On the surface, it is a fertile wilderness where all living things fight for their growth and survival. The view of the farm surrounded by this beautiful world is even more spectacular. The corn is green, the wheat is yellow, the paint is bright red, the tractor, the combine harvester, like a ship, gallops in the golden sea, splitting the wheat waves, rolling forward. When they walked through a line, they revealed a black earth, and the pyramid-like haystacks were arranged in piles on the land, and the sun shone on them, shining with dazzling golden light.

Ding Ling "Du Wanxiang"

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drought

In the summer of 1971, Pangu Mountain experienced a drought that lasted for 40 days.

There was no wind, no rain, scorching sun, and the heat was unbearable. Located in the valley, the "55 kilometers" small flute field is even more hot. The towering mountains and the forests above the mountains formed a barrier that surrounded the individual houses. The air burns with the sun. The trees hung their long arms limply, the paraquat was yellow, and they crouched on the hot earth and stones, waiting for the early death, the daylily, the daisy, the mother-in-law, the broom plum, and the white peony, all withered in the bud, and the sun could not allow them to smile, so they turned it into dust and left the world without opening their eyes, and the thin thick plum was a persimmon every day, and the shriveled red pear in the mountain clove left the mother body that could not bear them, and fell under the roots of the mother who gave birth to him...... The world here has temporarily stopped its progress, and everything is at a standstill. Occasionally, a deer roared and a tiger roared, piercing the silence, and the long tail note lingered, containing the fear of death and the hardships of life.

It's a burning world.

Even Kurbinhe suddenly became emaciated. In the center of the riverbed, the river is as thin as a gossamer, slowly heading towards **, hoping to continue its hopeless life.

Liu Pengyue "The Family of Music"

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It was a dry summer. The water of the Don River opposite the village had become shallow, and the place where the rapids had once flowed was now a shoal, and the water was no more than their backs when the cattle walked across the other bank. Every night, the dreary heat blows from the hills into the village, and the wind blows the scent of grass into the air. The basil on the pastures was burning, and the sweet quinoa covered the banks of the Don like a tabernacle. At night, the sky on the other side of the Don was covered with black clouds, and the thunder was dry and rumbling, but not a single drop of rain fell on the steam earth, and the lightning could not stop and cut the sky into many sharp blue patches.

The owl cries every night from the bell tower. A terrifying cry was heard over the village, and the owl flew from the bell tower to the cemetery where the calf had been trampled and hummed on the brown grassy top.

Sholokhov "The Quiet Don"

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