如果春天是一个天真无邪的孩童,那鲜艳的花朵就是儿童脸上灿烂的笑;如果夏天是一个意气风发的青年,那青青的草地,碧绿的树叶就是青年身上充满活力的朝气;如果秋天是一个踌躇满志的壮年,那金色的菊花,红色的枫叶犹如壮年骨子里的那份成熟,那饱满的穗子,那沉重得不想挪动的果子,就是壮年血液里沉淀的财富。那么冬天呢?是风烛残年的惋叹?是悲 If spring is a naive child, then the bright flowers are a brilliant smile on children’s faces. If summer is a spirited youth, the green grass and green leaves are the vigor of youth. If the autumn is a Proud of the prime of life, that golden chrysanthemum, red maple leaf is like a share of mature bone, then full of ears, that heavy did not want to move the fruit, is the wealth of blood in the prime of life. So winter? It is a sad year of remorse? Is sad