We have gone through a bright green spring and a colorful summer, and come to this fiery autumn full of * * *. In autumn, fallen leaves are the most striking beauty focus.
The autumn wind swept through the Woods, leaving leaves behind. They dance lightly in the air, like a beautiful butterfly and dancing elves.
Some people say that autumn leaves are withered and worthless. I don't think so.
Autumn leaves are sacred. Although fallen leaves are no longer lovely in spring and vigorous in summer, they are the most valuable dedication of fallen leaves under withering. When the leaves are covered in the spring of March, they begin to absorb sunlight and air, blossom and bear fruit. When the sun is scorching, the leaves join hands to form a huge umbrella, which brings coolness to the birds.
When autumn comes, the withered autumn leaves still decorate the earth with gold and red, showing their final beauty to the world. Autumn wind blows, autumn leaves fall peacefully and openly, blend into the soil, turn into nutrients, and give birth to the hope of spring.
I believe that there will be a faint smile of autumn leaves in the bud next spring. Ah! This is the cycle of life! Ah! Autumn leaves, you are a fairy tale full of affection. You left in a hurry without leaving any dazzling brilliance. You fly gently, regardless of whether you get any praise, but you are so satisfied and serene. This is your character. You absorbed the air and sunshine, and gave birth to flowers all over the sky. The fragrance of melons and fruits is selfless. This is your pursuit. You exhausted your youth and left the last dazzling and golden autumn with your dying body. You openly let the autumn wind take you back to the earth, melt into the soil, turn it into nutrients, and nurture the hope of spring! Autumn leaves, you are the hymn of life. All hearts are baptized because of you. With the autumn sunset, you left in a hurry, leaving no dazzling brilliance. You flew down gently, turning your limited life into eternity ... One late autumn morning, I was walking alone on the forest path, and what I saw was golden. I feel that autumn has taken a mature step towards us with the joy of harvest.
It was like a golden fairy tale, and I became the only visitor in autumn. In the rustling autumn wind, the dead leaves on the trees have fallen.
It slowly fell to the ground, making a sad "rustling" sound. Falling leaves! Are you mourning the shortness of your life? No, it's not! Leaves will not be so short of breath! Unconsciously, I have reached the end of the road.
I saw a clear stream in front of me, and fallen leaves fell on the stream with the wind, just like a golden boat. The stream kept flowing, and the fallen leaves whirled with the tide, starting their long and arduous journey ... Seeing that there was no way out, I simply lay on the luxurious carpet and looked up. There seems to be some green leaves left on the bare branches.
Maybe in a few days, this green leaf will fall and fall into the arms of Mother Earth. "Fallen leaves are not heartless things, but turn into spring mud to protect flowers.
"yes! It is paying its life for the coming year. Falling leaves! Your glorious life will not end with autumn, because the solid seeds have taken your hope to the next spring.
Falling leaves! You don't have to worry that the bare branches will be frozen by frost, because the tender branches of the past have become ruthless men. Floating leisurely, floating leisurely, and the fallen leaves are still hovering and scattered there.
It doesn't seem to be attached to the branches, and it doesn't worry about fate, just looking for its own home. It believes that since its life has an unusual beginning, it should have an unusual ending.
2. The wind blows the leaves and the autumn rain hits the face. Piles of dark gray clouds hold the earth low. It's already late autumn, all the trees in the endless forest are bare, and the old tree stands gloomy and brown moss covers its wrinkles. Ruthless autumn stripped them of their beautiful clothes, and they had to wither and stand there bald.
Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is fresh as dew. The sky exudes soft light, clear and ethereal, which makes people want to listen to the soaring songs of larks, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking of seeing a white sail. Sunset is the wings of time. When it flies away, it will spread out for a while. So dusk.
The earth put on a golden sweater, and yellow poplar leaves and bright maple leaves fell down, as if several colorful butterflies were flying in the air. Although the frost came, Grandpa Song Qing still wore a green robe and looked greener. Chrysanthemums in the garden are in full bloom, red as fire, pink as chardonnay and white as snow, which is beautiful. All the leaves on the persimmon tree have fallen, but the persimmons in Huang Chengcheng are still hanging on their fingers, like orange lanterns, large and small, with red begonia pressing the branches.
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.
When the autumn wind just brushed the calm leaves, it set off layers of waves.
On the way to school, the plane leaves have lost their elegance. The breeze in early autumn is still as usual, and the leaves gradually turn yellow under the touch of the wind: when the autumn wind touches the leaves again, the leaves can no longer stand the attraction of the wind, and the leaves grind their teeth and separate from the branches; Autumn wind is not heartless. It holds the leaves in the palm of your hand, makes a circle in the air, and slowly and gently sends the leaves to the ground.
Ye: What's wrong with me? My vitality was taken away by the bleak talk of autumn wind.
I have nothing to say, because I am a loving leaf. When I fell to the ground, I found that I had something to lean on. Lying quietly on the road is much more reliable than swinging from tree to tree.
Now that you have left the branch, don't think about the happiness on the branch. You have come to this land, and you must find your own happiness. Camera 2: It's raining today. I didn't ride a bike. My classmates and I walked home. Although I was soaked to the skin, the leaves of the plane could shelter me from the wind and rain, which made me feel a little relieved.
In September, it rained continuously, and it rained lightly all day. Walking under the buttonwood tree, in order to let the leaves shelter me from the wind and rain.
Somehow, I'm soaked, and the wind is blowing, which makes my hair stand on end. The autumn wind is very strong. Looking up, the leaves on the tree are not so dense, and some leaves are still falling off.
A drop of rain hit the leaves, another drop.
The leaves couldn't bear it, so I turned around and the raindrops fell. At this moment, my eyes only stared at the raindrop and knocked on my forehead vertically. At the moment when my eyes trembled, raindrops splashed all the pores on my face.
Stick out your tongue and take a sip. It is salty. Is it raining? Are they tears? Tears are not salty.
The leaves on the tree don't know the happiness of the leaves under the tree, and always think that the autumn wind is persecuting them. They can't bear to leave the branches with tears, because they have been endowed with vitality since spring, and they can't open and dress up trees until summer. They haven't paid off the branches yet, and maybe this life is still unclear.
The last tear of the leaf has gone with the wind.
Write a composition on the topic that I have a leaf that can't be blown away by the wind. May is urgent, and the flowers and leaves are gradually opening. The early summer I was looking forward to has finally arrived.
After lunch, I picked up my schoolbag and went back to study.
On the way, although there are old leaves that can't be destroyed by the enemy's short life, new flowers and new leaves begin to welcome summer, and there is a youthful and lively atmosphere everywhere.
I finally got to the classroom. Why does the teacher's face look so heavy? Are the students so attentive? I naively thought, but I knocked on the glottis a few times, and the teacher motioned me to sit down.
"Dear classmates, alas. . . Unfortunately, Xiao Xuan just had a car accident on his way to school and left us. " The teacher looked sorry and then sank a little. I can't help thinking: Xiao Xuan, what's going on? On weekdays, he is also very kind to us, studying together and being a model student in the class, alas.
Seeing the teacher's sad face and the consternation and sadness of some classmates, I couldn't help looking at a tree outside the window. The scenery of the four seasons has its own characteristics. Why does this time seem to add a feeling of sadness and disappointment?
"Well, even if Xiao Xuan left us, don't be sad, classmates. We wish him a good life in another world. After hearing the teacher say this, I looked at her carefully, but she still couldn't help taking off her glasses and drying the tears in her eyes.
After studying, I chose to go home alone.
It's getting dark, the gray clouds gather together, and the sunny day is over.
I look up to heaven. Why, Xiao Xuan, regardless of our friendship for several years, would you like to go by yourself?
His appearance suddenly appeared in the sky, which was a very nice smile.
At this time, suddenly there was a cold wind blowing and rustling sound. I quickly stepped up my steps. As I ran, I looked at the fallen leaves all over the sky and looked at the sky. It seemed that it was going to rain, so I had better hurry back! I said to myself.
I was about to walk to the door when I saw a green tree. Although I don't know its name, I feel particularly sad.
I stopped to take a closer look, and all the leaves on the tree were left, leaving only an old leaf that gradually turned yellow.
Its roots are not enough to support its weak body.
Seeing that all the companions around him are gone, it has a faint sadness that is hard to hide. However, it did not give up to continue its life, and it still stands still. With its small trunk, it supports its strength, rain or shine, and continues its own wonderful.
At this time, the sky suddenly cleared up again and the dark clouds dispersed.
I don't know if it's Xiao Xuan. He saw my gloom and laughed at me for being so stupid.
Seeing that immortal leaf, we are full of pride and perseverance. Why are we human beings, sometimes frustrated, inferior to it?
Rest assured, I will learn from the leaf that never falls. Even the ups and downs will not blow away my firm and unyielding strength. Even though Xiao Xuan has left us, we should still look forward to a beautiful new life!
I looked at the lingering leaves, smiled and entered the room.
In the morning, Uncle Feng seemed to be angry and had a particularly bad temper. The wind hung fast, and the cold wind whipped everything like a whip. The calm sea baby has now become an angry old man; Clever soil and sand mud have become unreasonable villains. Flying sand and stones have robbed people's noses and fascinated people's eyes.
Even the leaves on the tree are rustling, becoming a beautiful symphony and playing happily. Look, a leaf is suffering from this whip. In an instant, it broke away from the branches and became a "tramp" flying around. The leaf in the air is like a dancing butterfly, and sometimes it is like a beautiful woman in a golden skirt dancing classical steps and gently falling to the ground.
Uncle Feng's temper is still lingering. The poor leaves continue to follow in Uncle Feng's footsteps. The wind is getting stronger and stronger. Leaves are like runners in competitions, and leaves are more like puppets. Let uncle feng manipulate it, but it has no resentment.
I think: the leaves have a big heart. Where the wind blows, it lives. Leaves are good fertilizers to help trees fertilize. It always pays silently, but does not ask for anything in return. In summer, it provides us with shelter from the wind and rain, and in winter, it turns into fertilizer to fertilize trees, so that trees can thrive and make their own modest contributions to us.
If we can learn from this small leaf and give a little love, we will be less sad and less contradictory.
6. Leaves in the Cold Wind Composition 400 words Last night, I don't know when a strong wind blew. When I woke up, I only heard the cold wind whining and blowing the branches outside. Some dead branches could not stand the attack of this strong wind and broke with a click.
In the morning, the temperature dropped several degrees. I got dressed and went to buy breakfast with my father. When I went downstairs, a cold wind cut my face. Alas, the winter wind is so annoying.
On both sides of the road, the leaves on the branches turned yellow, and the once vibrant grass could not hold on, some fell down and some withered. On the mountain, except for the pine and cypress, there is a yellow scene everywhere.
There are few pedestrians on the road. Some people wear scarves and gloves, shrink their necks and run all the way. Some children covered their ears with their hands, hiding from the limelight and walking backwards. I think these are all caused by the north wind. I said to my father, "If it is winter,
If only there were no wind! "
Dad said, "If there is no north wind in winter, there will be no cold current and it will not be cold."
7. the composition "the moment when the wind blows the leaves" feels like a knife cut. I asked my mother, and I rushed over to tell her, but she returned it. I'm going to sleep: "Do you need a warm water bag? It's only about 7 o'clock now. " Our only child is spoiled now. It was a winter day in 2004. My mother came over and handed me a warm water bag. Every time I think of it .. study hard, I am really happy at that moment: "What about you? I felt very warm at that time. " But it's already half past eight. Some people say that it is a drop of dew in the desert, and the cold wind blows on my face. Now it's really dark and cold at home, and I think of happiness. Life is full of happiness. Thank you for your concern. What is happiness? "The bed is very cold now." But my mom said to kill time. My mother smiled and said to me, just after the heavy snow, "I won't be cold if I sleep with it." I was so happy at that moment? " My mother lied to me and said, "But I still don't feel at ease. It's snowing again soon, and we adults are not afraid of the cold. I am at the door. Go home at night and finish your homework. I intend to have a good rest. Flashlight I called my mother, so I had to sleep. When my mother was asleep, I heard a voice and watched TV with relish: "Nothing? Some people say that it is the warm current in the winter night, and once again feel the greatness of maternal love. We should cherish time, in fact, happiness is under the eaves. "I gave it to my mother. My parents are old and they feel happy. It's really a blessing in disguise, and it's freezing outside: "No, all the candles are used, and there is no electricity yet. It's too dark. Some people say ... on a cold and dark winter night. I feel very nervous and uneasy. Don't catch cold. But it turned out that it was my mother's old habit again. Immediately, the lighting equipment in our home was fully started. I have no choice. I was really happy at that moment. I am dubious: "Mom. "Mom is always grateful. I can't work without electricity and air conditioning.
8. A composition describing maple leaves shows that maple leaves are flaming, glowing and bright red, dancing in the autumn wind and smiling in the sunset, showing their praise. Looking at the fiery maple, I can't help but think of Du Mu's poem in the Tang Dynasty: "Frost leaves bloom in February. In the morning, I found that the trees in the park did not fall into the lush leaves. The autumn wind blew the fallen leaves and danced like a beautiful butterfly in the wind, and the fallen leaves withered. Just faint with silk green; A few days ago, I was eaten by insects. I raised my eyes. The maple leaves in the red maple forest are bright and red. I walked into the maple forest and picked up a maple leaf. I took a closer look. Maple leaf is like a beautiful red five-star, like the veins of palm. It looks self-beautiful, but it is also quietly beautiful. I looked at the maple leaf. The color of maple leaves is really beautiful. Red is bright and beautiful. In the harvest season, beans, corn and sorghum are all ripe and tired. Autumn is as crisp as Pangu. The blue elephant painter painted blue pigment in the air, the poplar leaves turned yellow, the autumn wind made Yang Shulin sway, and the crops were beaming and thriving. Everyone is talking: You see, I am strong, I can rank first in crops, I am stronger than crops, and the crops are rich and sweet, but what I leave for myself is gradually turning yellow. Campus lawn grass secretly drilled a military uniform like green; The beautiful teaching building whispered to me: I want to learn from the wind and rain, and the surrounding scenery looks like everything. I said, I'll compare with you, and Miss Liu whispered. Difficult crops are comforting: although not beautiful, it is beautiful. Miss Liu finally laughed at autumn. Very beautiful. The scenery in Qiu Qiu is getting colder and colder. The leaves are beginning to change. The yellow wind blows the leaves. Trees are falling down. All the leaves are dry. Autumn rain creaks. The rain is always dripping. It hurts me. The air becomes fresh and dry. The rain stopped. Autumn is crisp and beautiful. The water in autumn harvest season is especially red and sweet. Pears are sweet, sour, orange, orange and orange banana ... I can eat three bananas to end my autumn. Looking forward to, looking forward to the hot summer, finally the footsteps of autumn are approaching, the autumn is crisp, the clouds are fresh, the crickets sound cool, the grass is not completely gone, and the green garden is still full of children running around, turning a few somersaults, picking up a few drops, throwing at each other and competing with each other to see who can throw farther and more accurately. Green trees are full of lush and profound styles, showing their unique temperament. They are as golden as agate and as bright red as emeralds. The Green Bay painter painted this picture carefully. Bird migration is busy with ants collecting winter rations, and daisies, string reds and petunias can be seen everywhere: oranges, purples and reds are fighting with each other, with carpeted flower beds and smiling at the autumn wind. Love things turn into spring mud to protect flowers. Into spring mud, nourishing branches full of love. Autumn rain falls, red leaves and yellow leaves, luxurious maple leaves are mixed with green and yellow leaves, delicate green leaves and ordinary shaved leaves ... The baptism of autumn rain has become more gorgeous, trees have become more and more mature, farmers have become more and more busy, and urban and rural workers are enjoying the beautiful scenery, relaxing their mood, enjoying and enjoying autumn colors, collecting samples, doing their part, cultivating and harvesting, and working hard to the god of color to gradually thicken the colors of plants. Autumn is like a bumper harvest. Autumn is like a happy harvest. Autumn is like a happy harvest. It's full of names. Autumn is golden, with light steps and quiet. In the morning and evening, the cooked rice is heavy and floating in the wind, like a golden blanket covered with cooked rice noodles. When I passed by the yellow rice, I seemed to see it. You see, the mountains are ripe, and I see wood and stone. At noon, the farmer's name is in the field. Rows of brothers, like a game, menstruation cut the cooked rice with a sickle. I looked down as if I saw a golden snake with a golden image. In the afternoon, farmers are bullying, sticking to the numbers, waiting for dinner, and roaming in the autumn fields. The golden leaves in the fields have scattered, and the leaves turn yellow and gradually fall. For disaster relief, farmers began to eat early, but they didn't eat. When they looked out in autumn, the more beautiful they looked. Night has finally arrived. I like autumn, and I prefer the scenery in autumn. Autumn is like the god of joy, with many names. Autumn is golden, walking lightly and quietly. In the morning and evening, cooked rice is heavy and floating in the wind, like cooked rice noodles covered with a golden carpet. I thought I saw it when I passed the yellow rice. You see, all over the mountains, rows of cooked, I see. In the afternoon, the farmers worked hard in the fields. Rows of brothers, like a game, aunt took a sickle to cut cooked rice. I looked down as if I saw a golden snake with a golden image. In the afternoon, farmers are bullying, sticking to the numbers, waiting for dinner, and roaming in the autumn fields. The golden leaves in the fields have scattered, and the leaves turn yellow and gradually fall. For disaster relief, farmers began to eat early, but they didn't eat. When they looked out in autumn, the more beautiful they looked. Night has finally arrived.