英语作文200字四季

英语作文200字四季
英语作文200字四季

英语作文200字四季
There are four seasons here in Beijing.Spring,summer,autumn and winter.
Now it is spring.The weather gets warmer and warmer.But sometimes it has lots of winds.The flowers are everywhere and grass is green.The trees turn green and swallows come back.It's best to fly kites in spring.
Summer comes after spring.It lasts from June to August.It's the hottest season of the year.People like to go swimming in summer.Students have a summer holiday for about two months.
Autumn is a harvist time.Farmers are busy with their crops.The sky is the bluest of the year.We often celebrate Mid-autumn Festival in October.
Winter lasts from December to February.It is the coldest time of the year.People like to ski and skate in winter.It sometimes snows then children go out and play with the snow.

冬天
Winter is cold. Let’s play the snowball and make snowman. The snowman is big . I like to play snowball. I am on the snow. The snow is cold. I have a scarf and coat. So I am not cold. I like t...

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冬天
Winter is cold. Let’s play the snowball and make snowman. The snowman is big . I like to play snowball. I am on the snow. The snow is cold. I have a scarf and coat. So I am not cold. I like the Christmas. Because I can see santa clus in Christmas . Christmas tree is beautiful. The presents are on the Christmas tree. I like winter. Do you like winter?
夏天
When Spring came, she found the earth cold and bare, but she soon changed all that, and by the time Summer arrives, the world is a very different place. It is a green world now, green leaves on the trees, green grass in the fields, green plants crowding in the hedges and flowers opening everywhere.夏天伴着它那温暖的明媚阳光而来，使我们想起了各种美好的事情：在农村的度假，野餐活动，还有那翻晒干草时节的聚会……
The days are long and the nights are short, for the sun gets up early and goes to bed late in sunny June. It is one of the best and brightest months in the year. Birds sing from sunrise till long after sunset.白天长了，夜晚短了；在明媚的六月里，太阳早早起床，很晚才入睡。这是一年里最美好最有生机的一个月。鸟儿从太阳升起一直唱到太阳落山以后才停息。As night falls, one after another the birds stop their singing, and after a few last sleepy sounds, put their heads under their wings to rest for an hour or two before beginning again. They do not all sleep, however. When other birds are silent, comes a soft cry, then, after a few moments, another, louder this time; and soon the nightingal pouring out his wonderful song.
Not only at night does the nightingale sing. On almost every warm day in early June, the little brown bird sings away in the roads and woods, but, as all the other birds are also singing at the same time, we do not notice his voice so much. It is at night, when he has the field all to himself, that we hear the nightingale at his best.当别的鸟儿静下来之后，传来一阵柔和的叫声；再过一会，声音大了起来，很快，夜莺尽情地唱起它那奇妙的歌。
春天
Spring are not always the same.In some years,April bursts upon Virginia hills in one prodigious leap-and all the stage is filled at once,whole choruses of tulips,arabesques of forsythia,cadenzas of flowering plum.The trees grow leavws overnight.
秋天
The Colour of Autumn
Autumn comes , it gets cooler and cooler. The sky is blue and the clouds are white. You would say autumn is blue and white.
Look ! Birds are flying from the north to the south. The leaves are yellow. Some are hanging on the trees, some are on the ground ,some are dancing in the wind. Someone would say autumn is yellow.
There are so many fruits in autumn in Xinxing . Pears ,peaches. Mangos, oranges and so on. They’re fresh and healthy.
Oh! I see. Autumn is a harvest season. Autumn is colourful. What a beautiful season !
In other years,spring tipoes in.It pauses,overcome by shyness,like my grandchild at the door,peeping in,ducking out of sight,giggling in the hallway."I know you are out there,"I cry."Come in”And April slips into our arms.
The dogwood bud, pale green,is inlaid with russet markings.Within the perfect cup a score of clustered seeds are nestled.One examines the bud in awe:Where were those seeds a month ago?The apples display their milliner's scraps of ivory silk,rose-tinged.All the sleeping things wake it,feel it, crumble April in your hands.
Look to the rue anemone,if you will,or the pea patch,or to the stubborn weed that thrusts its shoulders through a city street.This is how it was,is now,and ever shall be, the world without end.In the serene certainty of spring recurring,who fear the distant fall?

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