Children's Prose on Autumn 1 Autumn is not as beautiful and fragrant as spring; There are not so many small creatures singing in summer; Not as beautiful as winter. However, it is the most beautiful in my heart.
Although autumn is not as gorgeous as spring, it has a unique color-red. Maple leaves only blush in autumn. Seen from a distance, they are as red as the morning glow, and all the mountains are dyed red. When the wind blows, maple leaves float down like red snow. So people can enjoy it.
Although there are not so many small creatures in autumn as in summer, the scenery of fallen leaves in autumn is much better than them. When the wind blows, the leaves fall with the wind, and there is always a sound, as if to tell everyone loudly: "Who said there are no butterflies in autumn?" Am I not? How about it? Beautiful! "
Although there is no white dress in winter in autumn, its orange dress is also good! And it's much warmer than that white skirt in winter.
Autumn also has many unique features.
In autumn, plants seem to be rushing to the barber shop. Some people may ask, "Why do they go to the barber shop?" Dye your hair, of course. They should also follow the fashion!
In autumn, osmanthus trees are in full bloom, so that people far away can smell the intoxicating fragrance.
In autumn, it will make the farmers' uncles very happy, because the grain and fruit they have worked so hard to grow have been harvested. Wow, the thought of my favorite green orange makes my mouth water.
Autumn is a season that I miss. The fallen leaves in the yard and my thoughts piled up in a thick pile, but the full rice made the world in my heart happier.
Children's Prose in Autumn II. My favorite autumn is colorful. There are drizzles, red leaves and hazy fantasies. As the saying goes: it is quite critical. Indeed, autumn has come, the fruit is ripe, the leaves are yellow and the grass is withered. Autumn is a colorful world, colorful and Wan Li is bright!
I personally like autumn mornings very much. If you are lucky, you can hide in the fog and experience this quiet morning alone. When frost hangs leaves, it feels fluffy. At that time, persimmons were as red as a girl's face, and the earth was put on new clothes. When the sun comes out, it is crystal clear and shining everywhere! Breeze blowing, how good is a cool word, cool, is not the autumn wind rustling, it is simply a kind of enjoyment. When the fog slowly dispersed, thousands of miles of time, Wan Li floating! The whole scenery is enough for you to enjoy.
In autumn, it is inevitable to be a little bleak. Although everything shows its color, it will eventually wither. This is the law of nature. Only by removing the residual clothes can there be new life in spring. Just like Bai Juyi's poem "The mountain fire is not over, and the spring breeze is high" in Sui and Tang Dynasties. Glory is sad, just like the ancient grass is crying for leaving its friends. Another example is Wang Wei's "I miss my Shandong brothers on vacation in the mountains". A person is a stranger and misses his relatives every holiday. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. In this golden autumn season, relatives and friends who miss their hometown arise spontaneously. How many feelings were born in autumn, and how many scenes made many people sad! "Yellow flowers are all over the ground, withered and damaged. If someone can take it off today! "
But then again, it depends on a person's mood. Tao Yuanming is different. "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely." It is autumn now, but he has no time to pick chrysanthemums, enjoy autumn or have a drink. Looking at Nanshan and watching the birds go home together at dusk, this kind of complacency with others is indeed a realm.
Autumn is so hard to understand, and there is sadness in beauty.
Children's Prose on Autumn 3 Smelling the fragrance of wild chrysanthemums, I came to the endless fields from the colorful path of fallen leaves, looking at the heavy ears of rice spreading in the Huang Cancan, and suddenly felt that autumn had really come.
The sky is crisp and the white clouds are like flocs; The land is vast and the sky is far away, and the fertile land is like the sea ... I am intoxicated by the autumn colors, and I can't help but feel relaxed and happy. I sincerely sigh: the autumn colors are new, the autumn colors are beautiful, the autumn feelings are overflowing, and the autumn rhyme is infinite. ...
Autumn is a season of maturity, harvest and enrichment, and it is also a season of indifference, tranquility and lovesickness. Everything in nature, after experiencing the vitality of spring and the prosperity of summer, is no longer proud of being praised, no longer takes pleasure in being loved, silently dedicates itself, silently enriches itself, silently accepts human worries, silently turns to the earth, and is ready to accept the baptism of winter.
Autumn is a poetic season. There are maple leaves that are "redder than February flowers" and osmanthus flowers that are "sunset, fragrant clouds floating outside". There is "the most flowerless autumn chrysanthemum in bloom" ... even withered flowers and withered branches and leaves can still be regarded as a heroic romance. They are dancing, embracing the earth with a light posture, and falling on the soil in order to be open-minded and get rid of the world. Whether it's branches or dirt, it's a destination-"It's not heartless to fall red, but it's more protective to turn into dirt." Temporary silence breeds infinite hope and vitality for a more beautiful spring.
Autumn is the most changeable. Autumn is crisp for a while, autumn clouds are always cloudy and rainy for a while, and autumn pools are rainy at dusk for a while. So the reed flower turns white as soon as it enters autumn; I feel sad when I have autumn in my heart.
Autumn is the most emotional time. "Dead vines and old trees faint crows/small bridges and flowing people/old roads and thin horses/sunset/heartbroken people are at the end of the world." Ma Zhiyuan, one of the "Four Masters of Yuan Opera", used only 28 words to express his feelings about autumn, which pushed his feelings about autumn to the extreme. But through his life background, we may find clues to his loneliness. The descendants who only knew how to shoot an eagle with a bow set up a shady dictatorship for Confucius' hometown. People are divided into ten classes, the eighth class is prostitutes, and the ninth class is Confucian scholar Malik Zhiyuan. In his lonely wandering career, he left behind the sad Autumn in the Han Palace and the exquisite Qiu Si. At that time, there might be no spring or summer in his world, only autumn in first frost.
Qiu's character is unruly. "The sunset is lonely in Qi Fei, and the autumn water is * * * one color." As early as before the Preface to Wang Teng-ting, Wang Bo, a young genius who was listed as the first of the "four outstanding figures in the early Tang Dynasty", was famous in the ruling and opposition circles for his unique bold poetic style. I think that autumn, an upper-class scholar sang "However, when China holds our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor" to bid farewell to Du Shaofu, who took office in Shu. However, he held the passion and debauchery of his youth and offended the founding fathers and the country. After a humiliating prison life, Wang Bo was far away from the luxurious society. On the Wang Tengting Pavilion of the Double Ninth Festival, I listened to the fishing boat singing late, overlooking the cold. At the age of 26, Wang Bo wrote a magnificent swan song. Mysteriously left Qiu with uncontrollable waves.
In autumn, there is a poem by Lin Daiyu in A Dream of Red Mansions: "Autumn flowers are bleak and autumn grass is yellow, and Qiu Guang has long autumn nights; I already feel that autumn is endless, so it is as bleak as wind and rain ... "
Children's Prose 4 describes that autumn has arrived in late autumn and the weather is very cold. An autumn rain came, and the future and yellow leaves all fell dark green. The autumn wind gets colder day by day; All is silent. Early deciduous trees in the distant mountains are as bright as a residual fish bone. Under the grass slope on the mountain, there are only patches of dark colors, large patches of' purple, yellow and light green'. Like Picasso's paintings, the colors are so abrupt. But I feel more like Van Gogh, not only because he loves Huang's paintings, but also like him. A person who only ends his life in autumn without winter.
Autumn is so lonely and silent that people feel hysterical resistance. It uses such cool colors to express the strange beauty after its prosperity, which is indifferent and dignified. The thick stroke on the yellowed paper was too shocking. Yellow weeds sway with the wind, the earth is covered with frost, and fallen leaves wear thin jade, which is tears in the sun. It's so beautiful, so heartbreaking, so beautiful. Touching it makes people feel cold. It is the scenery in the ice, transparent but inaccessible. It's a window flower in winter, and I can't help letting anyone near it.
Autumn is like a dying beauty, with residual makeup on her face and beautiful rouge on her yellow face. With disdain in his eyes, he is unwilling in his heart. After all the glory, she tried her best to continue the prosperity and seize all the remaining colors. She wants to keep all the beautiful traces, even if she refuses to lose them. Because she used to be so arrogant and arrogant. I don't want to leave only the remaining memories and the desolation of reality, although it is only in vain. Because no one is changing their destiny. So she is more helpless, more powerless and more vulnerable.
The lonely beauty in autumn is fate. Maybe we should let go, be free and easy, and greet and embrace the terrible peace with an unswerving heart. Let all the dust settle, even if the sea is difficult for water, the heart will move with the environment. The four seasons go round and round, and fate never goes round and round. I've changed it, hoping to ease it.
Golden autumn has come, and the sky covers the earth like a sapphire. Clean by the autumn wind, beautiful.
In autumn, red apples open green leaves and look out; Jujube is covered with branches like a little red lantern; Grapes like purple agate hang in strings under the grape trellis. How charming!
There are dead leaves half a foot deep in the bushes. As soon as the wind blows, they spin and fly, and then scatter evenly, covering the path that spirals diagonally to the top of the mountain.
In the paddy field, a piece of rice in Huang Chengcheng turns up with the autumn wind, and in the green vegetable field, the full leaves are shining with crystal dew.
In autumn, the sky is clear and white clouds are smiling. Tall poplars are clapping their hands, and the wind is quietly conveying good news.
In autumn, after a fierce harvest, everything faded in a blink of an eye, and a large area of land was exposed to yellow.
Autumn wind blows gently, cool, blowing flowers and trees, as if a warm mother is gently humming a lullaby to send her children into a sweet dream.
Autumn symbolizes the arrival of autumn. The sky covers the earth like a sapphire. Small pond outside the village, clear eyes staring at the beautiful sky. A pair of little white geese cocked their heads to appreciate their shadows in the water. The leaves of maple trees in the valley are as red as fire after drinking too much wine. The rice in front of and behind the village, bent down, silently waiting for people to harvest in the autumn wind. In mid-air, the geese lined up in a "human" shape, singing happily, bidding farewell to people and slowly flying to the horizon. ......