春天,风像一个勤劳的园丁,浇绿了小草,浇醒了沉睡的百花。夏天,风像一个令人讨厌的小气鬼,刚让我们感到一丝凉爽,就又消失得无影无踪了。秋天,风像一位神奇的魔术师,吹红了枫叶,变出了漫山遍野的瓜果,变没了树上的叶子。冬天,风像一位情感丰富的画家,画出了一幅幅银色的美丽图画。风,真是一个善变的“人”。 In the spring, the wind is like an industrious gardener, pouring green grass and pouring the sleeping flowers. Summer, the wind is like a nasty niggas, just let us feel a trace of cool, it disappeared without a trace. Autumn, the wind is like a magical magician, blowing red maple leaves, changing the fruits of mountains and plains, changing the leaves on the tree. In winter, the wind is like an emotionally rich painter, drawing beautiful silver pictures. Wind, really a fickle “people ”.