1. Look at the pictures and write words about fallen leaves in autumn
Qiu Feng is a naughty child.
One day, the autumn wind came to the big tree and blew down the leaves. The geese saw it and knew that winter was coming. They immediately lined up in a human shape and flew to the south to spend the winter. After a while, the autumn wind came to the orchard and ripened the fruits; the hawthorns were dazzlingly red; the bananas were as yellow as crescent moons. At a glance, the forest on the upper level of the mountain is completely dyed, like wearing a flowery hat. The chrysanthemums are gradually blooming. The chrysanthemums are swaying and dancing in the autumn wind, rustling as if singing a beautiful song.
Ah, the autumn wind turns everything into color!
Autumn is here, the leaves are turning yellow, and the leaves are falling down with the rotation of the wind. The ground is covered with a golden layer, like a carpet, and the yellow leaves in the air are dancing like yellow butterflies. 2. Please write a composition on "Autumn Leaves"
I like the spring when birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and I like the fruitful autumn even more, especially when the leaves in late autumn gradually change their new colors, and the colorful mountains all over the mountains make people feel like... Intoxicated.
On such a beautiful and picturesque day, my parents took me to the park to watch the autumn leaves. When you walk into the park, the first thing that catches your eye is the brilliantly burning maple forest. From a distance, it looks like a flaming mountain.
Walking into the maple forest, the enthusiastic maple leaves, blown by the breeze, nodded and smiled at us, welcoming us. I picked up a maple leaf and observed it carefully. There were seven numbers on a maple leaf. It is composed of small leaf petals, its edges are a little rough, and the red stem is long and slender, like an open palm. Another characteristic of maple leaves is its changing colors. The maple leaves in spring are green. , but in autumn it gradually turns red, fiery red, like a magician, extremely beautiful. After leaving the maple forest, I smelled waves of fragrance. Following the fragrance, I suddenly remembered that there is another kind of leaf that I like in autumn, and that is the leaves of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.
Sure enough, after passing a few corners, vigorous and tall osmanthus trees miraculously appeared in front of me. I looked up and saw that the osmanthus trees were still like a little girl, shyly hiding. Behind the leaves, only half of the face is quietly exposed. The leaves on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree are densely packed and oval-shaped. Its edges are zigzag-shaped and the whole body is green. Under the sunlight, it shows an emerald color. I like it. It prefers that it cares for the stamens, just like a mother cares for her child. Among these leaves, the most interesting ones are those of the ginkgo tree. They are also green, like a fan or a big umbrella, and have thin patterns on them, because in late autumn, the edges of the leaves are a little withered and yellow. As if adding lace to it, when a gust of wind blows, many ginkgo leaves will fall from the air, flying like beautiful butterflies.
Autumn is a beautiful season, and the leaves in autumn are a moving song in this season, which makes people like to linger. I love autumn, and I love these strange leaves in autumn even more. ----------------------------- Fallen leaves in autumn Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons alternate.
We have gone through the green New Year, the colorful midsummer, and now we have come to the hot golden autumn full of passion. In autumn, fallen leaves are the most striking and beautiful focus.
The autumn wind passed by the trees, pulling down the leaves one by one. They danced lightly in the air, like beautiful colorful butterflies, and like dancing elves.
Some people say that the fallen leaves in autumn are withered and have no value. I don't think so.
The fallen leaves in autumn are sacred. Although the fallen leaves no longer have the loveliness of the spring leaves and the vigor of the summer leaves, under the withering, they are the most precious dedication of the fallen leaves. When the leaves are shaded on the third day of spring, At the time of the moon, it begins to absorb sunlight and air, giving birth to flowers and fruits. When the sun is scorching, the leaves hold hands and form a huge umbrella, bringing cool patches to the birds.
When autumn comes, the autumn leaves that are dying will still decorate the earth with golden and fiery red, showing their last beauty to the world. The autumn wind blows, and the autumn leaves fall magnanimously and peacefully, blending into the soil, turning into nutrients, and giving birth to the hope of spring.
I believe that in the buds of next spring, there will be a faint smile of autumn leaves.
ah! This is the cycle of life! ah! Fallen leaves in autumn, you are fairy tales full of affection. You leave in a hurry without leaving any dazzling brilliance. You fly gently, not caring whether you get any praise, but you are so satisfied and peaceful. Dedication is your character, you absorb the air. The sun nurtures the sky full of flowers, and the fragrance of melons and fruits is your pursuit. Selflessness is your pursuit. You have exhausted your youth and left the last dazzling and golden color of autumn with your withering body. You magnanimously let the autumn wind carry you back to the earth and merge into the soil. , turn into nutrients to give birth to the hope of spring! Fallen leaves in autumn, you are the hymn of life. All hearts are baptized by you. Accompanied by the autumn sunset, you leave in a hurry without leaving any dazzling brilliance. You fly down gently, turning limited life into eternity... ---- -------------------------- Fallen Leaves On a late autumn morning, I was walking alone on the path in the forest, and what caught my eye was It is a golden color, and I feel that autumn has taken a mature step towards us with the joy of harvest.
This is like a golden fairy tale, and I have become the only visitor in autumn. In the howling autumn wind, the withered yellow leaves on the trees fell one after another.
It slowly, slowly fell to the ground, making that sad "rustling" sound. Fallen leaves! Are you mourning the shortness of your life? No, it's not! Luo Ye would never be so short of breath as a hero! Before I knew it, I had reached the end of the road.
I saw a clear stream in front of me. The fallen leaves were falling on the stream in the wind, like golden boats. The stream kept flowing, and the fallen leaves were swirling and drifting with the current, and they began their long and arduous journey... Seeing that there was no way to go, I simply lay down on the luxurious velvet blanket, looked up, and There seemed to be a few green leaves left on the bare branches.
Perhaps these green leaves will fall down in a few days and fall into the arms of Mother Earth. "Falled leaves are not heartless things. They turn into spring mud to protect flowers.
"Yes! It is sacrificing its life for the coming year. Fallen leaves! Your splendid life will not end with autumn, because the abundant seeds have carried your hope to the next spring.
Falling leaves! You don't have to worry about the bare branches being killed by frost, because the former twigs have turned into strong men. Floating, floating, the fallen leaves are still hovering and falling.
It seems not to miss the branches, nor to worry about its fate, but is just looking for its own destination. It thought: Since its life has had an unusual beginning, it should have an unusual ending. 3. Composition on Fallen Leaves in Autumn
The autumn wind blew, ripening the fruits, opening the chrysanthemums... and also blowing off the leaves hanging high on the branches. When the first leaves fall, autumn has quietly arrived. Aren’t these autumn leaves the messengers of autumn?
I walked around the campus, looking for the traces of autumn. Suddenly, a flash of red light caught my attention. I looked closer and saw what red light it was. It turned out to be a maple tree. I stood on tiptoes and stroked them gently. The smooth and delicate maple leaves are close together, just like brothers close to each other, shaped like palms. Especially their color. That kind of red, as red as a burning fire, the rich red color seems to be dripping from the tips of the leaves. The fiery red maple leaves seemed to warm my heart, preventing me from feeling the chill of the autumn wind.
Just when I was watching with gusto, I suddenly found that I was stepping on a golden carpet. After taking a closer look, it turned out to be a "carpet" made of ginkgo leaves. It made a "rustling" sound when you stepped on it, which was more comfortable than a real carpet. This reminds me of Gong Zizhen's poem: Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. I picked up a ginkgo leaf and looked at it carefully. Its surface is slightly rough. A thin ginkgo leaf is like a small cattail fan, and how like a butterfly wing! The long petiole drags behind the leaves, like a long braid. There seems to be no veins on the leaves, weird, weird, weird!
Suddenly, a "swishing" swaying sound squeezed into my ears. I looked up suddenly, and it turned out to be the sound of sycamore leaves falling from the tree. Sometimes they were like parachutes, descending slowly; sometimes they were like a group of flying swallows, gliding leisurely; sometimes they were dancing on a string of swings... I caught a sycamore leaf and observed it. It doesn't feel smooth. Although the color is very similar to that of ginkgo leaves, the veins of the leaves are clearly visible, like a magical colored drawing. This is really different from ginkgo leaves.
There are also the pine leaves that are not afraid of the severe cold, the still green holly leaves, the exquisite and delicate palm leaves...each one is so cute and moving. It is autumn leaves that bring people the good news of a good harvest; it is autumn leaves that decorate autumn.
Colorful autumn leaves, you are falling from the branches, when the first rustling autumn wind blows...