In fact, life is like four seasons: watching the leaves in front of the door fall more and more day by day, looking at these thankful leaves, looking at the yellow flowers flying down from the sky on the trees, I often feel special sadness in my heart

In fact, life is like four seasons: watching the leaves in front of the door fall more and more day by day, looking at these thankful leaves, looking at the yellow flowers flying down from the sky on the trees, I often feel special sadness in my heart, and I can't help but think of a person's life journey.

　　Childhood is our happiest and most carefree life, no worries, no worries, no know what life is, do not understand the value of life. At that time, life was like a blank piece of paper, very pure, very clean a blue sky.

　　Youth is our happiest and most meaningful life, with hard work, with hard work, with their own outlook on life, with their own motto. At that time, life was like a colorful rain and flower stone, a very real, very beautiful dream.

　　Middle age is the most exuberant and brilliant life of our life, with our own career, with our own family, with our own concerns, with our own space, at this time we are like fish swimming in the water, birds flying in the sky, although very tired and bitter, but the meaning of life still has its gorgeous page.

　　Old age is like the leaves falling from the tree now, with its own everything, with the rest of life, with a warm nest of its own, with its own piece of heaven and earth. Although the fallen leaves are cruel to us, this is the most beautiful end of life after all.

　　Life is like four seasons, spring is like childhood, summer is like youth, autumn is like middle age, winter is like old age, spring flowers are beautiful, summer flowers are brilliant, autumn flowers are plump, winter flowers are strong. When winter is over, it is spring, and when the ice and snow melt, it is the warm blossoms of spring. So our life is as strong as grass, endless, and the cycle begins.

　　Wildfires burn endlessly, and spring winds blow again. Life is sometimes fragile and lonely for us, sometimes strong and rational. Some people say that the flowers of the four seasons are very intoxicating, and some people say that the four seasons of life are more brilliant. But I want to say that life is like four seasons, there are no flowers blossoming and falling, how can there be a rainbow.

　　After walking through spring, summer, and autumn, I know that the flowers of life are so beautiful; after walking through childhood, through youth, and walking to middle age, I understand that the meaning of life is so gorgeous and colorful.