春天：The Cold winter passed, spring came and quietly without interest. Grass sprouted, if you want to grow up overnight. Flower beds, flowers are contests, and fear behind the others. On jasmine, slender branches before opening the golden flower. Backwards look like a small horn, like a string of beautiful necklace. Those are several strains of crimson flowers bloom, you see those flowers bloom, came earlier than leafless, cluster of a cluster to open full branches.

　　夏天：Summer is a sailor in a rowboat and ice-cream on your dress when you're four years old. Summer is a man with his coat off, wet sand between your toes, the smell of a garden an hour before moonrise. Summer is silk itself, a giant geranium and music from a flute far away!

　　秋天：Autumn, the ripe fruit. the pears, the bright red apples, is the sparkling grape. A cool breeze blowing, fruit child nodded, emitting a scent attractive children.

　　冬天：In winter, a piece of white, the whole world like spread on the white carpet, snow sister dance in this season. In the morning, I woke up from a dream, open the window and found great white quilt cover all the world. At first, snow, after a while, under the snow, the greater the product became a about a metre high snow drifts. Snow floating down from the sky, the soft body posture, like a little girl.