1. An 800-word composition based on the story of autumn
Autumn is a season of harvest. The farmer uncle has harvested a lot of fruits, but I have gained a touch and a feeling from it.
Autumn is a kind of desolate beauty, and the lingering autumn rain will inevitably evoke some sadness. What's more, adding the word "autumn" to "heart" has become "sorrow". Literati and poets always associate autumn with desolation. Together: "Wherever the autumn wind comes, it rustles the geese back, and when the morning comes into the garden tree, the solitary guest is the first to smell it." "It keeps cutting, and the things are still messy. It is the sorrow of separation, and it is a feeling in my heart." Because she is an autumn wind. The season of desolation, when thousands of trees shed their leaves and thousands of flowers wither, also heralds the arrival of winter. But I still like this quiet, poignant feeling.
Autumn is still a great sacrifice. The leaves turn yellow and the maple leaves turn red, which is really beautiful. But when the autumn wind blows slightly, it is like a butterfly flying, placing "autumn" on the yellow land, but selflessly throwing it into the land to nourish the roots of the trees. The chrysanthemum also bloomed at this time, releasing its own beauty. What was waiting for her also withered and withered together, but she still persisted stubbornly. Maybe as long as I can bloom even for a moment, I will live up to this life. Oh, and fall is also a season of giving.
Autumn warms the heart. The warm sunshine of autumn stays in the blue sky, warm and soft. Looking up and staring, I don't feel dazzling at all, but more charming, with a warm and peaceful feeling.
Autumn is the smile of harvest, when all things are mature and fruitful. The brows are filled with joy and the heart is filled with joy. Persimmons with red lanterns on the trees, huge pear fruits, cotton like a sea of ??clouds, and rice bent over with laughter are all intoxicating and exciting. After sweating, there are always sweet fruits. , there is always a smile...
Autumn is beautiful, charming and colorful. She is a naughty child, and before summer has come to a perfect end, she plays a new movement in her lingering autumn rain. Waving the brush in a thick fog, I randomly painted golden rice fields, red fruits, blue sky, brown leaves... When the clouds and fog disappeared, everything became more touching inadvertently. Autumn is still a kind angel. It cannot bear to let people who have been busy for a year work in vain, so it sprinkles rain to wash away their fatigue and calm their impetuous hearts.
Autumn is beautiful. Beauty lies in harmony and joy, in the fragrance of yellow fields, red flowers and melting moonlight. She does not have the shyness of spring, the boldness of summer, or the coldness of winter, but she has the tenderness of spring, the enthusiasm of summer, and the charm of winter. Autumn is an end, so that the gestation of winter, the germination of spring, and the hard work of summer can have a sweet result; autumn is also a beginning. When we have one result, we will not hesitate to put in more efforts to win another. Harvest, which means being busy again.
In this charming season of autumn, let us put aside the honor, fatigue, and dust along the way, and wait for a new journey. Next autumn will be another harvest!
2. Composition The Story of Autumn
Autumn is my favorite season. It is different from the other three seasons and has its own charm.
In spring, the flowers are blooming. It is indeed beautiful, but it seems to be missing a bit of connotation. In summer, the heat is unbearable and the hot weather makes people feel irritable. Who wants to go out in winter? Heavy clothes make people breathless.
Autumn is much better, the weather is pleasant and the air is crisp. Although many people think that everything dies in autumn, which makes people sad, I don't think so. Just as Liu Yuxi wrote: "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring." In autumn, chrysanthemums bloom. The colorful chrysanthemums are like a rainbow. The stamens of chrysanthemum are larger and the petals are narrow and long. Some are curled, some are stretched, it can be said that they are in various shapes. More importantly, the fact that chrysanthemums bloom in autumn shows that he does not bow to difficulties and faces them head-on. This is the rhyme of autumn. No wonder the poet Yuan Zhen recited: "It's not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers, but there will be no flowers when these flowers are in full bloom."
There is another flower that is also deeply loved by people in autumn - osmanthus. In autumn, there will be a large number of people enjoying the osmanthus. The dots of sweet-scented osmanthus and the fragrant fragrance are so charming.
Standing under the tree and taking a shower of sweet-scented osmanthus is really better than wearing perfume.
Autumn sings the song of harvest. Many fruits are ripe, people come to the orchard, and fruit farmers send cool fruits. Red apples, yellow oranges, everyone eats them as soon as they are full. "The fragrance of rice flowers tells of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds." In the fields, the wheat was heavy and the sorghum was red, and the old farmer smiled.
Autumn has colorful scenery, and it also makes people feel the joy of harvest. Its rhythm is very unique
This article comes from a junior high school composition, and I want to publish it too
3. A 500-word essay on the story of autumn
The Story of Autumn When the geese flying south leave their clear and long calls to the mountains and wilderness of the north, autumn, Quietly enter our Jiangnan with mature colors. Autumn is the harvest season. Are the vast fields an ocean of harvest? Are the villages and cottages dotted with islands scattered among them? Everything about autumn is so beautiful, but in the writings of literati of all ages, autumn is a symbol of decay, decaying grass, fallen leaves, falling red, and rain. But I don't think so, because I have experienced maturity and harvest in autumn. I remember that when I was only as tall as my father’s waist, I entered the elementary school. In the autumn of that year, I took the first exam in my life and gave me a sense of accomplishment for the first time. In the math class that afternoon, the teacher will announce the test scores of the first unit. I was very nervous. I put my hands on the table, closed my eyes tightly, and looked serious. "Thunder, 100 points..." The teacher was still reading, but I was so happy that I almost jumped three feet high. I was looking forward to the end of get out of class, looking forward to the end of school, looking forward to telling my mother the good news and letting her share my happiness. But for some reason, that afternoon became so long. It took a long time before the afterglow of the setting sun quietly dyed the window lattice red. School was finally over and I went straight to my mother's office. Along the way, I was like a happy bird, my heart was like a blooming flower, and all the joy was written on my face. I looked at the sky, the earth, the trees, the grass, and felt that everything was so beautiful. I was completely immersed in the sweetness... The next year, in that golden autumn, I gloriously joined the Young Pioneers. . When I put on the red scarf and took the oath in front of the team flag, I felt so sacred and glorious. In the autumn of my third and fourth years, I still had a smile on my face because I had been rated as one of the top three students every year. ... Last year's golden autumn was equally exciting. I had only learned calligraphy for half a year and actually won the gold medal in the "Tenglong Cup" World Chinese Calligraphy Competition. I couldn't believe it. What's more important is that I became a middle school student, and I was lucky enough to be the leader of the class in a somewhat dignified manner. This autumn is the harvest season again. I was rated as one of the "Three Good Student Models". When I walked up to the podium at the opening ceremony, under the watchful eyes of more than 3,000 teachers and students in the school, how did I feel? Was I nervous? No. Is it fear? No. I can't help but be excited! This autumn, although I did not participate in the election for class cadres, I am more optimistic, more confident, and more progressive than before. Without the sowing in spring and the hard work in summer, how can there be the harvest in autumn? I want to use my own sweat to create the golden autumn of life
4. Primary school students write an autumn story
The spring with flowers in full bloom is lovely, but the autumn colors with melons and fruits everywhere are even more enchanting. happy. In the field, the golden rice bent down, like a golden ocean. Sorghum holds the torch, dyeing the fields into red clouds. In the orchard, the apples show their red cheeks; the yellow pears are like small lanterns hanging on the branches; the persimmons are squeezing and touching on the trees, clamoring for people to pick them; the crystal-clear grapes with the same name are like strings of pearls, Round and cute. The leaves gradually turned yellow, and a cool autumn wind blew by. The yellow leaves fluttered in the wind and fell to the ground. Soon, the ground seemed to be covered with a thick blanket.
ah! Autumn is so beautiful
5. How to write an autumn story for primary school students
At dusk, where the water and the sky meet, a sunset has slowly gone away, and a few The thin clouds also left one after another, what is left? Only the slightly yellow autumn water told me that the sunset had arrived. Why was my grandpa not like this? My thoughts brought me back to my childhood in the autumn wind with the fallen leaves flying like yellow butterflies.
At that time, I just started to remember things. In my memory, my grandfather was always smiling, and his wrinkled hands were constantly trembling - this was the root cause of his illness when he was young. Those hands were always so cold, like the snow falling in winter, so cold that there was no warmth, and warmth was far away from him. Grandpa likes to put his hands into my neck often. Whenever this happens, I will yell and quickly hide away. At that moment, I seemed to see the flash of sadness and hurt in my grandfather's eyes. . . . . . Grandpa's eyes dimmed a lot, his chapped lips were about to open and close, and his thin, cold hands returned to his waist helplessly. I looked at my grandfather's back under the setting sun. His rickety back was full of disappointment and sadness. His footsteps were as heavy as lead, moving slowly, step by step towards the sunset. When the figure disappeared, I felt an indescribable sourness in my heart. I wanted to call out "Grandpa," but I was choked with sobs and couldn't.
How can the crooked figure endure the bleak autumn leaves and the late wind?
I clearly remember that that year, when my younger brother was born, the sad news came that my grandfather had passed away. Mom was like a thunderbolt, like a grass that had lost the protection of a big tree and lost its support. The huge blow made her almost crazy. She could not stand firmly. She waved her hands in the air vigorously, as if trying to catch something. For a moment, she forgot to cry.
On the way to the funeral, everyone burst into tears. Their tears wet their clothes and they forgot to wipe them away. The sound of firecrackers resounded through the sky, the wails echoed throughout the mountains, and straw-yellow paper money was scattered, mixed with the autumn leaves, and turned into dust amidst the long and sad calls of the wild geese.
As an inexperienced person, I was isolated in the rustling autumn wind, with fallen leaves flying in front of my eyes. I felt that my grandpa had gone far away, and I followed the yellow butterfly into the depths of the sunset. I felt that something was missing in my heart, empty. . Yellow butterflies were flying in confusion in front of me, screaming sadly, but there were no tears on my cheeks. My ignorant eyes fell on my mother who was paralyzed on the ground and wailing.
That year, I was six years old.
Now, it is dusk again when yellow butterflies are flying, and the coldness that has been absent for seven years rushes into my heart. Grandpa’s rickety back and blurry face loom among the fallen leaves. But I can no longer feel the warmth. All that is left are memories, only a sad story, an autumn story.
A leaf fell with the wind, taking away the infinite nostalgia of the branches, and fell on my shoulder, bringing me back to reality from the deep longing. I don't know when tears took over my eyes and rushed out freely. I closed my eyes, and amid the crystal tears, the bright moon touched me like grandpa's cold hand. This time, there was no roar, no fear, the quiet moonlight was full of grandpa's love, which was late, seven years late.
I tried hard to wipe away the tears. Let the fertile soil of the soul nurture this precious longing and irrigate it with affectionate tears. In the coming year, the most beautiful and enchanting flowers in the world will surely bloom in the empty space in the heart!
6. Composition "The Story of Autumn" 500 words
Autumn is not as colorful and fragrant as spring; nor is it like so many little creatures singing in summer. ;It is not as beautiful as winter. However, it is the most beautiful in my heart.
Although autumn is not as gorgeous as spring, it has one color that is unique in the world - red. Maple leaves only blush when they encounter autumn. Looking from a distance, they are as red as the morning glow, dyeing the mountains red. The wind blows, and the maple leaves float down like red snow. So that people can come and enjoy it.
Although there are not as many little creatures in autumn as there are in summer, the landscape of fallen leaves in autumn is much more beautiful than them.
When the wind blows, the leaves fall with the wind and make sounds from time to time, as if telling everyone loudly: "Who said there are no butterflies in autumn? I am not? How about it, it's beautiful!"
Although autumn does not have white clothes like winter, its orange clothes are not bad either! And it’s much warmer than that white dress in winter.
Autumn also has many unique features.
In autumn, plants seem to rush to the barber shop. Some people may ask: "Why do they go to the barber shop?" Of course they go to dye their hair, and they also want to be fashionable!
In autumn, the osmanthus flowers on the sweet-scented osmanthus trees bloom, allowing people from far away to smell the intoxicating fragrance.
In autumn, it will make the farmer uncles very happy, because the grains, fruits, etc. they have worked so hard to grow will have a good harvest. Wow, my mouth is watering when I think of my favorite green tangerine.
Autumn is a season that makes me miss. The fallen leaves in the yard and my thoughts have accumulated in a thick pile, but the plump rice makes the world in my heart even happier.
Autumn reverie
Autumn is finally here. I grew up in the south and have an unusual love and attachment for autumn in the south. In the south, summer comes so long that the arrival of autumn It will always be later than in the north. However, the difference between autumn and summer in the south is still obvious.
Autumn is the season of alternation of cold and heat. There is an autumn rain and a cold. After an autumn rain a few days ago, there is no difference between autumn and summer. With the hot and unbearable temperatures, the raging autumn tiger suddenly disappears. People can go out of their homes, walk into nature, and enjoy the unique scenery of autumn; in autumn, there are no longer scorching ultraviolet rays that radiate and make the skin extremely spicy. , the autumn sunshine gives people a soft and charming feeling; the typhoon of *** and the howling rainstorm have gone away, and the autumn wind gives people a refreshing and comfortable feeling.
The difference between autumn and summer In addition to climate, there are many other factors, such as leaves. The color contrast between autumn and summer leaves is huge. In autumn, the green leaves on the trees are not so bright green, and slowly turn from green to yellow. As autumn progresses, most of the The leaves of the tree species are golden and brilliant. Sweeping by the gusts of autumn wind, the yellow leaves begin to fall to the ground one after another, which is quite spectacular. On the country roads, the earthy smell gradually becomes stronger, and during morning exercises and evening walks, I am accustomed to blowing The wind has a hint of coolness.
On the autumn night, the moon is no longer hazy, the moon is bright and clear, with a clear glow. The suburbs exude the fragrance of wild flowers and weeds; the nightingale sings in the forest, It is crisp and pleasant; among the trees and flowers, the chirping of birds is pleasant to the ears. The sounds of nature that accompany autumn are so wonderful, the sparse frogs and the faint chirping of cicadas seem to convey the departure of summer. The cessation of showers and the singing of birds tell people that autumn has begun.
Autumn is the season of ripe harvest. In the countryside, there are golden waves of rice; on the hillside, tangerines, oranges, and tangerines are everywhere. Persimmons and other fruits; the melon shed is covered with fruits, vines, taro and ripe fruits, waiting for the sowers to pick and harvest.
I like autumn because it is free from pathogens and pests; It's because it doesn't have storms or thunder and lightning; it doesn't have the purgatory of scorching sun and scorching heat; it doesn't have the coldness of freezing and cold. I like the crisp air of autumn and the fruitfulness of autumn. The impression that autumn gives me is a scene. , a scene, bright and clear...
I love autumn, appreciate autumn, am attached to the autumn in my hometown, and look forward to being reunited with my distant relatives in my hometown every Mid-Autumn Festival.
7. Autumn An 800-word story composition
The Story of Autumn
The prosperity of summer is over, the sky is high and the pure pages of books rustle with the wind. I suddenly think, it is autumn again.
The ethereal and cool autumn wind blew away the cold clothes and shook the fallen leaves overnight. It also brought bursts of fragrance of chrysanthemums, gently ringing the string of blue flowers in front of the window. The wind chime appeared in front of me like an old friend, gently blowing away a strand of thoughts.
Standing in the autumn wind, you will smell a familiar scent. It is the fragrance of crabapples and osmanthus blooming together. This autumn's Xiao Xin and Qing Han. Meditating in the autumn wind, you will inadvertently come across those past events that have been buried for many years. When you open those yellowed photos, you will find that some people have not gone far. Walking in the autumn wind, it is best to carry the drizzle, which can wash away all my worries and wash away the dust all over my body. I am not afraid of "the harsh autumn wind and autumn rain", nor am I afraid of "leaving lotuses to listen to the sound of rain". That is also the charm of autumn. Even if it is sad and lonely, it is also a beautiful mood. In response to the sentence "Autumn should be yellow leaves, rain never tires of moss."
Every autumn, I always use autumn to hide my melancholy stubbornly, but the autumn wind does not calm down because of my disobedience. Her sadness.
Who is sighing lowly in the autumn wind, and who is playing the harp in the autumn wind? Who stands in the sycamore tree and is soaked in the autumn rain, and who is as thin as a yellow flower in the west wind in the curtain alley? The dawn wind and the waning moon on the willow bank have wet whose blue shirt, whose return journey has faded? The autumn wind has already blown through my heart. I wonder when it will break through this layer of Zen.
The autumn wind is accompanied by the flowing water. It is clearly close at hand and within reach, but it is quietly blowing by us without a party. No matter how earnestly we try, we cannot grasp it. Lu You's sentence "The wild geese come in the evening of autumn and the sky is cold. The night is full of sorrow," which can be said to be a complete article about autumn.
"Sad, autumn is full of energy! It is desolate, and the grass and trees are swaying and decaying..." These sadnesses spread from the ancient poems, and they seem to be far away from the ground, making people feel lonely.
"The jianjia is green, the white dew is frost, the so-called beauty is on the side of the water." I would like to imagine autumn as a woman walking out of Pingting in ancient ink paintings, with lotus steps like clouds, neither delicate nor beautiful. , but it is ice muscle and jade bones, born fresh. This feeling belongs only to autumn.
I will also feel the heroism of "the strong and strong nature of the autumn wind", the richness and handsomeness of "the southern mountains and autumn colors, the momentum is both high", "the long wind sends autumn geese thousands of miles away, and you can enjoy this high-rise building" "The dripping feeling of autumn wind, every ray is different.
Once you are used to seeing the autumn wind and hearing the autumn rain, the fluctuations in your heart will gradually calm down, and then a sense of comfort will rise leisurely.
8. The Story of Autumn (Composition)
Autumn is here again, and the drizzle covers the whole sky again. I stretched out my hand, and the raindrops fell on my hand. , so comfortable. Suddenly, I saw the flower umbrella, and I remembered that beautiful story that happened in autumn.
That day, the rain came and went erratically, sometimes it was pouring, and sometimes it was drizzling. When I was about to step out of the kindergarten gate, it started to rain again. I had no choice but to wait patiently. One minute, two minutes, three minutes¨¨¨The rain seemed to be playing a joke on me. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore, and just when I was about to pick up my schoolbag and "rush", she appeared and handed me a flower umbrella. I looked up and saw that it was her, so I said to her, "You lent me your umbrella. What are you going to do?" "It's okay, my home is close to the school." She said. At that time, I held up the umbrella and went home without thinking too much.
The next day, I took the flower umbrella and was about to return it to her. But she wasn't there. The teacher said to us during class: "A classmate is sick today and cannot come to school. Please ask the classmate who lives in Yangshashan to bring her homework!" "Yangshashan!" Her family actually lives in Yangshashan. , this place takes half an hour by car! Besides, her family has to walk a long way, so it would be strange if she doesn’t get sick! At that time, I regretted it very much, because if I had not taken her umbrella, she would not have gotten sick. If she had not gotten sick, she could come to school happily today. Sigh, this is all my fault, I really shouldn’t have taken this umbrella! In the afternoon, she came to class, and I immediately picked up the flower umbrella and gave it back to her. She took the flower umbrella and said to me, "How are you? You're not wet, are you?" I blushed and said, "No, I I'm sorry." "It's okay, it's just an illness. Why bother?" After saying that, we both laughed happily.
Kindergarten is over, and we are about to say goodbye. On that day, I gave her a pencil case, and she gave me an umbrella, the flower umbrella, which established the friendship between us. flower umbrella.
I touched the flower umbrella, and the classmate’s voice and smile appeared in front of me again. Ah, that flower umbrella that I love so much, when will I be able to share it with your master?