1. Fields of Four Seasons [Fields of Four Seasons]

Whenever I see the golden ears of wheat in the autumn field, I will be attracted by the beautiful scenery in front of me. The sun shines on the ears of wheat, and the ears of wheat are shining, as if decorating themselves and dancing in the ballroom. They are decorated with wild flowers and green grass all year round, so simple. In spring, wheat seedlings quietly leaned out of their cute little heads, stretched out the warm spring breeze comfortably, and looked at everything on the earth. The grass also changed into green clothes, stood out and surrounded the wheat seedlings, as if to protect them. In summer, the ears of wheat were strongly irradiated by the fireball-like sun, and farmers watered them, but they soon dried up. Grass covers the ears of wheat, tirelessly blocking the sun. The pupils wrote "Fields of Four Seasons". In autumn, the ears of wheat have changed into golden dresses, which is really pleasing to the eye. Autumn is joyful, and everyone is busy harvesting their own ears of wheat. The wild chrysanthemums open by the roadside exude a strong fragrance, attracting butterflies to dance on them, and the grass dances with the wind. They seem to be celebrating the arrival of autumn. In winter, the ears of wheat have already been harvested, the grass has dried up and the fields are unusually calm. The ears of wheat have been processed into wheat, which has made contributions to people. The ears of wheat in the field are not like us, but the grass is like our teacher. They teach us knowledge, care for us when we are in trouble, and let us thrive and become the pillars of the motherland.

[Fields of Four Seasons] Essay: What is failure? Nothing, just a step closer to success; What is success? That is, after all the roads leading to failure, there is only one road left, and that is the road to success.

2. Composition "Fields of Four Seasons" Whenever I see the golden ears of wheat in the autumn field, I will be attracted by the beautiful scenery in front of me. The sun shines on the ears of wheat, and the ears of wheat are shining, as if decorating themselves and dancing in the ballroom. They are decorated with wild flowers and green grass all year round, so simple.

In spring, wheat seedlings quietly leaned out of their cute little heads, stretched out the warm spring breeze comfortably, and looked at everything on the earth. The grass also changed into green clothes, stood out and surrounded the wheat seedlings, as if to protect them.

In summer, the ears of wheat were strongly irradiated by the fireball-like sun. Farmers watered the ears of wheat, but soon the ears of wheat dried up, and the grass covered itself on the ears of wheat, stubbornly blocking the sun.

In autumn, the ears of wheat have changed into golden dresses, which is really pleasing to the eye. Autumn is joyful, and everyone is busy harvesting their own ears of wheat. The wild chrysanthemums open by the roadside exude a strong fragrance, attracting butterflies to dance on them, and the grass dances with the wind. They seem to be celebrating the arrival of autumn.

In winter, the ears of wheat have already been harvested, the grass has dried up and the fields are unusually calm. The ears of wheat have been processed into wheat, which has made contributions to people.

The ears of wheat in the field are not like us, but the grass is like our teacher. They teach us knowledge, care for us when we are in trouble, and let us thrive and become the pillars of the motherland.

Everyone's hometown has a bright side. I love the fields in Qingyang, my hometown.

Although it is not the best, it is the brightest in my heart. The fields in spring are the hope of farmers.

They sowed seeds in the fields, and at the same time they sowed hope. Seeds grow day by day, just like parents raise children. The farmers watched this seed grow sturdily, their faces were filled with gratified smiles, and they silently wished it a good harvest.

The fields in summer are the expectations of farmers. They watered and fertilized the fields, leaving their hard work in the fields, and the seeds lived up to expectations, breaking ground and spreading green leaves.

Farmers are sweating like rain while waiting for the autumn harvest. The fields in autumn are the joy of farmers.

The golden rice smiled and bent, and a gust of wind blew, and the rice layer rushed to the next floor, making a "rustling" sound. Sorghum is red, greet people.

Rape flowers are golden, like gold. The farmers worked tirelessly and harvested a bumper harvest of grain, with happy smiles on their faces.

The fields in winter are thick and thick, and they are not afraid of snow and ice. Any bad weather will breed new hope in the snow and ice. The fields in my hometown are the homes where farmers live. I love the fields in my hometown.

4. Composition describing the four seasons in rural areas. Beautiful fields.

The four seasons are picturesque, and the fields change with the seasons, changing his beautiful clothes.

In spring, everything comes back to life. Grass grows quietly from the ground, tender and green. Look, it's all over the place. The flowers looked up and smiled at the sun with a beautiful smile. The tree also took off its yellow clothes and put on new green clothes. They stand upright in the spring breeze. Under the tree, the cheerful river is singing a ditty and running away. He's here.

In summer, the sun is scorching. The grass is getting greener. Like your eyes, it grows very luxuriantly. The whole field is green. The sun is like fire, and flowers and trees turn yellow with joy. Petals and leaves curled up, and the river became cool, nourishing the nearby trees.

Autumn is fruitful. The fields are golden, golden and beautiful. The rice swayed and sang in the wind. By the river, maple trees are like fire. A gust of wind blew, and a flaming maple leaf left its mother's arms and floated on the river for a long time. Maple leaves follow the geese and the rivers in towards the distant.

So soon, so soon, winter is coming. The whole field looks like a thick quilt, and some grass colors are faintly exposed in some places. It's like wearing a floral dress. The river stopped running forward and stopped his steps. His tired body froze. The shining ice reflects the blue sky and white clouds. ..

The four seasons are picturesque, and the fields change with the seasons, changing his beautiful clothes.

5. Write a composition of four seasons, only one season. What would the world be like if 600 words had no color? -Inscription Spring is green; Summer is red; Autumn is colorful; Winter is white. Green Spring Spring gives hope to all things in the world and restores their exuberant vitality. The most dazzling stars of spring breeze are those flowers and trees, which are the products of nature. Flowers compete for spring, and only spring is the first to open, reporting the good news of spring. I love those unknown little wildflowers, roadsides and fields. Although they are inconspicuous and not beautiful and noble, I just like them. Maybe. There is a little green on the land, and those trees are taking advantage of the good opportunity of spring to spit out green buds. Green is the most basic pigment of life. Spring is the origin of life. Spring is green. "Red Summer" In summer, the fiery red sun overhead has become extraordinarily industrious and indescribable red. The strong sunlight hit the ground like a flame, almost killing the living things. Red. Red. The flame of life is burning. In summer, it is red. Colorful Autumn In the maple forest, one maple leaf after another is so lovely and full of vitality. It is red. The rice harvested in the field is so heavy that the stalks are bent. It's golden. After the rain, I looked up and the sky was crystal clear, just like a piece of freshly scrubbed debris. Blue is intoxicating. It is blue. The wind blew away the leaves. Ye Er spinning fell to the ground, slowly stabilized. It's soft to step on. It's gold ... color, the magic of life Autumn is the joy of life. Autumn is color. "White Winter" The messenger of winter is snow. It's beautiful beyond description, but she's too cute. The whole place was covered with snow, but it also killed bacteria and purified the air. White is a sacred pigment. In winter, this dreamy world is white. God has given mankind a precious and beautiful treasure-these colorful four seasons.

6. Field composition is 300 words all the year round. My grandmother lives in Yutai, where there are large fields. The fields are green and yellow, of course, because there are spring, summer, autumn and winter!

I have seen the fields in spring, and the wheat has just sprouted. From a distance, wow! Attractive new green. Shaking in the breeze, it seems beautiful. Swallows flew back from the south and flew over the fields, shouting happily, as if to shout "Long live the fields, long live the fields!" "There are some newly sprouted grass in the field, as if enjoying the beautiful spring. Occasionally, several rabbits run out from a distance and jump around in the field, attracting groups of colorful flowers. This is the field in spring.

I have seen fields in summer. The wheat is ripe, and a large piece of golden yellow is like gold. The farmer's uncle worked hard to harvest wheat and plant rice, and the golden wheat was reflected in the crystal clear stream, which was beautiful! Oh! By the way, there are big lotus flowers in the stream, red, pink and white ... like a little girl, shyly hiding behind the lotus leaf, small fish swim around underwater, hiding under the lotus from time to time, as if visiting the beautiful lotus. At this time, a large group of ducks swam in and put their heads into the water to feed from time to time. Their carefree life is really enviable. There are several dragonflies flying in the distance, as if fascinated by this charming scenery. This is a field in summer.

I have seen fields in autumn. When the rice is ripe, it looks like a golden wave from a distance, which is particularly beautiful. Birds flying in the sky can't help drooling when they see such a beautiful rice field, but they can't get anything to eat, so they have to fly away in frustration. The farmer's uncle worked hard to collect rice and his clothes were soaked with sweat. In this way, a golden rice field will turn green again. This is a field in autumn.

I have seen fields in winter. Snowflakes are floating in the sky, covering the wheat seedlings with a thick quilt. They seem to say, "This quilt is so warm!" "Some children are still having snowball fights and making snowmen! Mai Miao seems to think it's fun, and bravely sticks out one green little head. It's so cute! This is a field in winter.

The fields are beautiful all year round. I hope everyone can feel the pastoral scenery!

7. Spring has come and the sleeping earth has awakened. Sister Chun decorated the earth with colorful colors and knitted a green dress for Mother Earth. In this beautiful and peaceful season, people invite each other: "Spring is coming, spring is coming, come to the park for an outing."

I also went for an outing with my mother. Along the way, I kept asking my mother, "What is spring like?" Mother pointed to the blue sky, white clouds, clear running water and warm wind around her and said softly, "Isn't this spring?" I looked in the direction of my mother's finger. The green mountains and green waters are so charming that they are really picturesque! As soon as I entered the park, there was a coolness floating over, with a faint fragrance of flowers, which intoxicated me ... Looking around, there was a breath of spring everywhere. In the blue sky, magpies are singing "Song of Spring" happily. On the earth, the grass poked its head playfully. Encouraged by the spring breeze, it looks around and shakes its little head from time to time. There are many beautiful flowers in the flower bed, competing with each other. You won't let me, and I won't let you. Red as fire, pink as chardonnay, white as snow, willow branches and leaves on willow trees are dyed green by the palette of spring breeze and sky spring rain. One by one, the buds crept over the branches. Under the spring rain, they seem to be a colorful girl. Spring breeze is like a pair of scissors, which makes it more beautiful. In this situation, I can't help but think of that poem: "I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors."

This is the spring I found. Did you find it?

8. Describe the beautiful spring in the fields all year round. The grass in the field sticks out from the ground, and green adds infinite vitality to the earth. From a distance, the fields are green, as if Miss Chun had painted the yellow grass green. Grass is tall and short, thick and thin, all kinds and different shapes. Some stretch, some bend, some stretch, some sag ... from a distance, it looks like a green carpet. When the breeze blows, everyone floats to one side. If you lie on it, it will be soft, soft and very comfortable!

Summer, little flowers come, one, two … yellow, white, purple, pink … colorful, beautiful!

In autumn, chrysanthemums are in full bloom, and the graceful chrysanthemums give people a faint fragrance. Its petals have various shapes, such as tubes, strips and filaments ... it's amazing.

In winter, plum blossom frost and snow, just as the poet said, "The sword is sharpened, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold." Yes, plum blossoms have such vitality, which really makes me admire!

I like the fields all year round!