Song of the Four Seasons

Preface The season of the year begins with spring. Spring is here, everything wakes up and flowers bloom. The spring breeze blows on the earth, and the rain falls on the ground. When the pattering rain stopped, Xia's footsteps came. Hot, scorching sun, heavy rain, strong wind. When everything is golden, autumn suddenly appears, with the warmth of summer and the rustle of winter. While I was concentrating, winter swept over me overwhelmingly. The remaining clouds and snow curled up, and the dead branches swayed, but they contained the power of spring, like warriors who needed a rest, looking forward to the beginning of a new life. The clouds in the sky have witnessed the changes of the four seasons, singing and dancing for thousands of years. . . . . . I sang softly and narrated my song of the four seasons in detail. And yours? Are they just as gorgeous, just as ordinary, just as unique, and just as looking forward to their own songs?