spring
The sun shines on the railing outside the hall, and the flowing water flows around the corridor. People who return from the cool breeze are bathed in the spring breeze and brings the fragrance of flowers, singing poems while walking. The birds that stop on the branches are my friends who accompany me to study; the fallen flowers floating on the water can inspire me to make wonderful articles. Don’t waste your time, reading is the best thing in life. What is the fun of reading? It’s like green grass growing in front of the window without cutting it off. Looking around, it’s a thriving scene.
summer
bamboo grows down against the eaves, and the house is surrounded by mulberry trees . My little study is quiet and bright, and it shines in the bright sunshine. The day becomes longer. After reading, listen to the cicadas chirping on the trees. When reading at night, the lanterns fall down one after another, and fireflies fly into the curtain. Just because I have always known the joy of reading, I lie leisurely under the window to the north, just like the people from the Xihuang era in ancient times. The fun of reading is endless, like bathing in the warm south wind and playing a song with Yaoqin .
Autumn
Last night, I heard the sound of leaves falling in front of the courtyard. The purple beans on the fence were blooming, and crickets were chirping. Before we knew it, the scent of autumn was everywhere in the wilderness, and the various sounds of nature contained a deserted meaning, a bleak scene. Thanks to a low lamp next to the bed, the effect of reading is twice as good as it can. The fun of reading is very pleasant, like getting up to enjoy the bright moon on a lofty autumn night.
winter
The bamboos grown in the roof hang down and mulberry trees are planted around the house. My little study is quiet and bright, and it shines in the bright sunshine. The day becomes longer. After reading, listen to the cicadas chirping on the trees. When reading at night, the lanterns fall one after another, and fireflies fly into the curtain. Just because I have always known the joy of reading, I lie leisurely under the window to the north, just like the people from the Xihuang era in ancient times. The joy of reading is endless, like bathing in the warm south wind and playing a song with the jade zither.
