After the fierce wind of howl passes, receiving spring before day warms this world is waked up, all of everythings on earth is static. Far transmits scamper suddenly to ring, pounding ear beat, lightning has delimited night sky, take even air brightly, spring made acoustical call with you so. Before long, all of everythings on earth is long, became silent the land of a few months, swaying the flowers and plants of bright red verdure, the red peony that if be contended for on the hillside,admires, resemble greenly cause in the corner dark long small grass. Air, soil, Shui Bo becomes fresh, it is flourish opportunity of survival everywhere, of multicoloured, resemble the palette in painter hand.
在呼啸的狂风过后，在迎接春日暖阳唤醒之前，万物俱静。远处忽地传来一声炸响，冲击着耳鼓，闪电划过夜空，连空气都照得雪亮，春天就这样跟你打了声招呼。不久，万物俱长，沉寂了数月的土地，摇曳着鲜红碧绿的花草，红的如山坡上争艳的牡丹，绿的像角落里滋生暗长的小草。空气、土壤、水波都变得鲜活，处处都是茂盛的生机，五颜六色的，像画家手中的调色板。
Summer, hold a Chinese book, face wind to listening to the cicada between the tip of a tree to cry. It is not to think early cicada probably too high to be popular, I begin morning to read, with me that clang strong voice and cicada cry to be being performed jointly about summerly dance music. Outside the window gradually clear, cicada song also begins desultory, I raise a head, the Xia Yang June already crossed n to write a composition the line rises up, sunshine falls on desk through the clearance of the leaf, perhaps be the sun the early cicada Jing outside the window, I also put down the book that morning reads, run go out, double arm is opened on the clearing that is without block, those who enjoy summer morning is cool and refreshing, what bath faces south is warm, the heat that waits for a body to go up to be illuminated by the sun is hot, I just leave.
夏天，持一本语文书，临风听着树梢间的蝉鸣。大概是不想早蝉曲高和寡，我开始晨读，用我那铿锵有力的嗓音与蝉鸣共同演奏着关于夏的舞曲。窗外逐渐敞亮，蝉鸣声也开始断断续续，我抬起头，六月的夏阳已穿过地平线向上升起，阳光透过树叶的间隙落在书桌上，也许是太阳把窗外的早蝉惊了，我也放下晨读的书本，跑出门，在毫无遮拦的空地上张开双臂，享受夏日早晨的清凉，沐浴朝阳的温暖，待身上被太阳照的热辣，我才离去。
Cool wind the earth blow fierily, autumn color spreads all over field, then autumn breath diffuses to that hilltop from this hilltop. My angle autumn comes to the field of relaxed and happy making a person, the spike of rice of stretch to the horizon is waved with the wind, face a road a small rice field that cuts early, as the flue that go out is being ironed on sofa. Farmer uncle is in field work, sweat slides from forehead, soaking sleeve. Although be pains, but there is bright smile as before on their face, formed this land to go up beautiful beautiful scenery, let originally drab much goldener a few minutes honest ashen. After-thought has the way when coming, wayside be full of huge and full orange, huang Li is being appeared red, hang on the tree, static beauty is unruffled.
凉风将大地的炽热吹去，秋的颜色遍布田野，于是秋的气息从这山头弥漫到那山头。我追逐秋天来到令人心旷神怡的田野，一望无际的稻穗迎风舞动，临路一小块早割的稻田，如同沙发上烫出的烟洞。农民伯伯在田间劳作，汗水从额头滑落，浸湿着衣袖。虽是辛劳，但他们的脸上依旧洋溢着灿烂的笑容，构成了这片土地上靓丽的风景，让原本单调的金黄多了几分淳朴的灰白。回想起来时的路，路旁尽是硕大饱满的橘子，黄里透着红，挂在树上，静美安详。
In the winter, those who come home is street by, be blown to fall by cold wind sweet camphor tree of Huang Xie, appear alone all the more, the arrival of snow, drape white new clothes to them. I am carrying goose feather heavy snow on the head to go to late market, nocturnal evening reachs when, streetlight shines, snow falls even more compactly, the person all round quickened the pace that puts in the home 's charge, the car on the driveway is very few already, look at a myriad twinkling lights of a city, people should be the housekeeping of respective and busy harmonious happiness, I and the snowflake that do not know exhaustion then are in remnant join in cold wind, my footstep stops in village doorway, borrowing streetlight, piled a snowman with one's own hands, it is this a myriad twinkling lights of a city and the picture scroll with white pure white snow to increase trifling interest only, so as to is accompanied accompany by sweet camphor tree. The home is in front call, lights enlightens snowman, heavy snow sends me to come home.
冬天，回家的街道旁，被寒风吹落黄叶的香樟，显得格外孤单，雪的到来，给他们披上洁白的新衣。我顶着鹅毛大雪向深街走去，时至夜暮，街灯亮起，雪下得越发紧凑，周围的人加快了归家的步伐，马路上的车辆已寥寥，看着万家灯火，人们该是各自忙碌着和谐幸福的家事，只剩我与那不知疲惫的雪花在寒风中作伴，我的脚步停在小区门口，借着街灯，亲手堆了一个雪人，只为这幅万家灯火和白雪皑皑的画卷增添些许趣味，借以陪陪道旁香樟吧。家在前面召唤，灯火照亮雪人，大雪送我回家。
The four seasons has shed years, it is my amorous youth, each days are life is moist, each season is the cry that grow.
四季流过岁月，是我多情的青春，每一天都是生命的滋润，每一季都是成长的呼声。