The beautiful fields are changing and gestating in the four seasons of nature, bringing us infinite happiness and supporting our ancestors.

The four seasons are like a magician, changing colors from season to season: tender green, dark green, golden yellow, snow white... The green wheat seedlings grow oily, and there are faint green buds on the top of the trees. Seen from a distance, they are like covered with a light veil. The grass also pokes out curiously between the field and the field, finds the beauty of the world, and grows quickly. The cute little swallow flitted across the vast field. "Spring is the plan of the year"! In the field, the farmer uncle led the cattle on the ridge and worked hard to plow and spread seeds.

In summer, the sun is scorching like a fire, and the sun is scorching the crops. The crops are white, and the leaves are bent over their heads. They lose their luster and spirit. The earth on the surface of the ground is also cracked. On a June day, the child's face will change as soon as he says. Suddenly, dark clouds were gathering. With lightning, Grandpa Lei played a big drum. After a gust of wind, some copper coin like raindrops rushed down from the sky. In the rain, the crops had water to drink, they became radiant, and the leaves slowly stood up. The busy people in the fields ran quickly in the heavy rain, laughing and scolding.

Autumn is coming, the harvest season is coming. At that time, people rushed to the fields to harvest seeds. Looking around, the sky is blue and cloudless, and the golden fields are full of people with straw hats and a towel on their shoulders. Their strong bodies are busy in the fields, and the glistening sweat drops keep falling from people's rosy cheeks, just like rain. The fields were full of laughter, and farmers' hearty laughter rang through the sky. Although they are very hard, they are very happy.

From time to time, there are several cute little voles carrying the seeds left by people, but people do not catch them. At night, there is almost no noise from children. They have entered a sweet dream, while adults are still talking together in twos and threes to share the joy of harvest, with sweet smiles on their faces.

At a glance, the open fields have been harvested, the withered weeds are disordered, and the bare branches are not matched with green leaves, which makes them very monotonous. The brook is very lonely without noisy water, noisy children and swimming fish.

The four seasons in the countryside are like a butterfly, colorful and colorful.