Autumn has arrived, and the fields and hillsides are full of harvest scenes: cotton is as white as snow, and golden ears of grain nod frequently; Full-grain sorghum red is like fire ... the apples in the orchard are ripe. From a distance, they look like red lanterns. How beautiful they are!
The autumn sky is as blue as the sea and seems to have been washed by autumn rain. White clouds float slowly like a canoe sailing. Autumn is really cool!
Autumn is not as vibrant as spring when flowers are in full bloom, but it is not as vibrant as summer when trees are shaded. But it attracts people with attractive autumn colors and golden fruits. I like watching the bright moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival evening. Love to see the beautiful autumn chrysanthemums in the park; Love to watch the uniform geese fly south; I prefer to see grains piled up in the granary and heavy apples hanging all over the branches.
In autumn, some bright flowers wither, but chrysanthemums bloom in the bright sunshine. Some are yellow, some are white, some are purple, some are like dragonflies, some are like fireworks, and some are like beautiful butterflies, graceful in the breeze. Although the leaves are yellow, the pine and cypress are still so green. The maple leaves all over the mountains are red, as red as the sunset glow, as if challenging the cold autumn. It's really "frosty leaves are redder than February flowers."
In front of grandma's house is an orchard, and the dense branches and leaves of grapes spread around, just like setting up a green pavilion. The grape trellis is covered with clusters of grapes, red, green and green, with bright green, shining like pearls, in groups of five and three, head to head, face to face, as if whispering: "Young Master, welcome back, we all thought you had forgotten us." I smiled and shook my head and said, "No, I haven't forgotten you!" " "The most coveted is the pear in Huang Chengcheng. Thin skin and sweet juice make people want to eat the next one. A heavy persimmon, a crooked branch, kept nodding to me in the breeze, as if welcoming me.
Next to the orchard is a paddy field, and fragrance wafts from a field in Huang Cancan. The full ears of rice make the rice stalks stiff, as if thanking the earth for its kindness.
A clear river flows slowly from grandma's house. The love of Qingshan, which looks across the river, has brought my thoughts to far, far away places.
Ah! Autumn can not only bring good news of harvest, but also give people the courage and strength to make progress.
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The charm of autumn:
I love Qiu. I love not only its admirable fruit, but also its fallen leaves, and I like its charming charm best.
There is no lingering in spring, fanaticism in summer and indifference in winter; You are like a steed running and jumping from time to time in Yuan Ye, like a general who has experienced vicissitudes and is open-minded and cheerful, like a meteor flowing leisurely in the night sky. ...
Autumn is crisp. The sky above is high and wide, blue without a cloud; At the foot is a flat land, full of mature golden yellow and quiet streets. The rustling of yellow leaves in the wind is gently accompanied by a clear and transparent stream jumping happily. Everything is like that, please be pure and free and easy.
Autumn is warm. People withered by the heat cheered up in a slight coolness. The students started the new school year with confidence; Young people are also looking at Chongyang in high spirits, walking briskly and flying high, with new expectations.
Autumn is sincere. A gust of autumn wind blew away the hypocrisy and selfishness on weekdays, and people were open-minded and sincere. In this natural and refreshing season, how can we tolerate suspicion and melodrama?
The refreshing, warm and sincere, uncut natural expression, flowing freely, reveals refreshing new ideas, which is the noble and unique charm of autumn. Oh, the nobility of autumn, I admire you, the elegance of autumn, I admire you.
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A composition describing the autumn scenery
My family lives on the second floor. There is neither a balcony nor a yard, but the big yard of Uncle Li's house on the ground floor is full of flowers and trees, which have grown to my window. In addition, my father set up a simple flower stand in the window and put a lot of potted flowers and trees to make my window interesting.
Every autumn, the tall pomegranate tree is full of fruits, round and big, which is really lovable. The huge fruit is bright and bright, the side illuminated by the sun is dark red, and the backlight side is green. Against the dense green leaves, there are several big pomegranates among the flowers that have exceeded June. Most of the pomegranate seeds in it are too big, and the skins are all crushed. The heads of water are coming out one by one, as if to say to me: Li He, would you like to try some yards? We are delicious, sweet and sour. I looked at this pomegranate and my mouth watered, so I picked one and peeled it. The pomegranate seeds inside are crystal clear in the sun, like small gems. Put it in your mouth and gently bite it, and the sweet and sour juice suddenly overflows your mouth, sweet and intoxicating; This kind of acid, abnormal acid, is really delicious. The neighbor of pomegranate tree is loquat tree, which has not borne fruit for a long time, but the newly picked leaves are light green with a layer of silvery white hair on them, which feels furry, soft and lovely. Dad told me that on the top bud in the center of this new leaf, there are buds for next year, which will blossom and bear fruit next spring. Oh, I thought autumn was just the harvest season, but it was also the starting point of a new life. In the autumn of harvest and pregnancy, you brought vitality to my window. No wonder the small maple tree kept clapping for you in the autumn wind, beating the red of the tambourine, which was better than the clouds in the morning and evening. Of course, I won't forget you, the five-needled pine and the phoenix fern that decorate the windows at home. ......
Flaming maple leaves; The lake is clear, can see the bottom, shines on people, just like a mirror; The chrysanthemums are blooming, so gorgeous and delicate, which is really unique. There are also thick corn, persimmons and red apples from Huang Chengcheng. Every autumn, the fragrant rice smells good, and the rice fields in Huang Chengcheng turn up the Jin Lang. Autumn has come quietly, with light footsteps and the hope and joy of harvest. The rice is ripe. Golden paddy fields and clusters of full ears of rice bear the sustenance and dreams of farmers for one year. The rice is ripe and the earth is boiling. The farmer took a sickle and drove his motorcycle back and forth in the field. The rumbling sound resounded through my ears, and the fields were full of busy people. Even children follow the adults to help pick up the ears of rice and do some work within their power. Hundreds of flowers compete for spring, and the spring is beautiful. This is people's praise for spring. In fact, autumn is more beautiful, and the colors in autumn are gorgeous.
In autumn, the seedlings in the rice fields are mature, and the fields are golden everywhere; The leaves on the tree, constantly changing colors, gradually become crimson, pink, reddish, golden, light yellow, orange ... showing rich and colorful. Autumn scenery is as beautiful as fairy tales and dreams. Autumn has come, and the weather is getting cooler every day, as if to tell people that summer has passed and autumn has begun. With the arrival of autumn wind, the colors of leaves of trees are constantly changing, turning yellow and red, and then falling leaves begin. The fields are golden and the gratifying scene of a bumper harvest gives people a feeling of "spring flowers and autumn fruits". In autumn, chrysanthemums are in full bloom and all kinds of chrysanthemums are not to be outdone. They bloom in various ways, and the colors of chrysanthemums are colorful: some are as white as snow, some are as black and purple as black jade, and some are as golden as gold ... It looks elegant and pleasing to the eye. Enjoy the sunshine and rain in summer. In autumn, the rice is ripe and dedicated to the farmers who take good care of them, with a golden smile! In the early autumn of the Great Northern Wilderness, the endless Jin Lang rolled around, and Mi Dou flowed. The rice harvester is busy in the golden paddy field.
October is the harvest season, and the beautiful northern country is picturesque: look at the endless rice fields, the rice waves are rolling and golden, like a golden ocean. People have a special preference for autumn. Spring is the season of farming, summer is the season of breeding, and winter is the season of gathering. Only autumn is the harvest season, not the autumn season. The autumn wind blew across the fields, bringing yellow rice and gold, and people bent over with laughter. Only in this way can people feel the sweetness of labor and the joy of harvest. The farmers in the field, whose smiles are tanned by the sun, don't know how much sweat they have shed. Now a bumper harvest is in sight.
Autumn is the harvest season. In the endless rice fields, you can see charming gold when you look around, which is even more dazzling under the sunlight, like gold all over the ground. Wow! No wonder the farmers who cut rice are so happy that they can't even close their mouths. Looking at such fruitful results, who is not happy to blossom! Autumn has come, and the sky is as blue as washed, like a sapphire washed with clear water. The autumn sky is as blue as the sea. White clouds are like a canoe sailing, floating slowly. When the wind blows, leaves fall and dance in the sky, just like butterflies in Huang Cancan. And maple, whose leaves are all red. When you shake it, you fall down one after another, as if you had laid a red carpet on the ground, which made the earth particularly beautiful. However, pine trees are straight and full of lovely pine leaves, just like open green velvet umbrellas, swaying gently with the wind. Miss Qiu came to us singing the song of harvest. The sound of machines rumbled in the rice fields, and the harvesters sang songs and shuttled back and forth in the fields, holding the heavy ears of rice in their arms.
Where is autumn? Autumn is in the golden fields. Golden rice fields are like a giant golden carpet.
Where is autumn? Autumn is in the beautiful park. Falling leaves are fluttering, red leaves and yellow leaves. Red leaves are like clouds of flames, and yellow leaves are flying in the air like golden butterflies. Chrysanthemum is red as fire, pink as chardonnay, yellow as gold and white as snow.
Autumn is beautiful. Autumn is like a painting, autumn is like a poem, autumn is like a song and autumn is like a beautiful fairy tale. Let's love and praise this beautiful autumn! Autumn is fruitful. It has no charm and charm in spring, no enthusiasm in summer, and no tranquility in winter when snowflakes are flying, but it has its own unique beauty.
When the autumn wind blows on your cheeks, in the paddy field, the full ears of rice are full of mature joy, bending over, hunching over and lowering your head. It seems to be a model of modesty for successful people. Autumn has come, fruitful, crisp, and a mature breath is coming. All this is a magical canvas-nature, carefully sketched out with lines of different thicknesses and colorful pigments. I love autumn, love the tranquility of autumn, love the simplicity of autumn, and love the nobility of autumn.
Autumn in the ancient capital
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Autumn, no matter where, is always good; However, the autumn in the north is particularly clear, quiet and sad. The reason why I have traveled thousands of miles from Hangzhou to Qingdao, and even from Qingdao to Peiping, is to enjoy this "autumn", the autumn flavor of this old capital.
Jiangnan, of course, there is autumn; But the grass is carved slowly, the air is moist, the sky is pale, and it often rains and windy; A person sandwiched between Suzhou, Shanghai, Hangzhou, or Xiamen, Hong Kong and Guangzhou can only feel a little cool. The taste, color, artistic conception and posture of autumn are always insufficient, lacking in taste and enjoyment. Autumn is not a famous flower, nor is it wine. Half-drunk is not suitable for enjoying autumn.
It has been nearly ten years since autumn in the north. Every autumn in the south, I always think of the reed flowers in Taoranting, the willow shadows in Diaoyutai, the insects in Xishan, the jathyapple in Yuquan and the bells in Tanzhe Temple. Even if you don't go out in Beiping, you can rent a shabby house and live in the sea of people in the imperial city. Get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea and sit in the yard, you can see the high blue sky and hear the pigeons flying in the blue sky. From the bottom of Sophora japonica leaves, counting a ray of sunshine leaking to the east, or in the broken waist, facing the blue morning glory like morning glory, you can naturally feel the autumn breath. When it comes to morning glory, I think blue or white is the best, followed by purple and black, and pink is the lowest. It is best to have a few sparse and slender autumn grasses as a foil at the bottom of the morning glory.
The locust tree in the northland is also an ornament that can remind people of Qiu Lai. Like flowers, but not flowers, they will spread all over the floor in the morning. When you step on it, there is no sound, no smell, only a little tiny and soft touch. After sweeping the street in the shade, the silk pattern of the broom falling on the dust looks exquisite, leisurely and subconsciously lonely. The ancient dream that the world knows autumn is in these depths.
Qiu Chan's faint lingering sound is a specialty of the north; Because there are trees everywhere in Beiping and the houses are low, you can hear them singing everywhere. In the south, you have to go to the suburbs or the mountains to hear Qiu Chan's cry, which is like a cricket and a mouse in Beiping and a housefly that every household keeps at home.
There is also autumn rain. The autumn rain in the north seems to be stranger, more delicious and more decent than that in the south.
Under the gloomy sky, a cool breeze suddenly came and it began to rain. Under a layer of rain, the clouds gradually rolled to the west, the sky turned blue again, and the sun appeared again; Wearing thick green shirts or jackets, idle people in the city bite their pipes and walk up and stand under the bridge in the shadow of the oblique bridge after the rain. When they meet acquaintances, they will use a slow tone and say with a sigh:
"Oh, it's cold-""This word is pronounced very high and dragged on for a long time. )
"Isn't it? A layer of autumn rain is cold! "
Northerners always read array characters like layers of words, which are flat and even. This mispronounced rhyme is just right.
Fruit trees in the north are also a miracle for Qiu Lai. The first is jujube; It will grow up in the corner, on the wall, beside the toilet and at the door of the kitchen. This is the heyday of autumn. Like olives and pigeon eggs, jujube trees show light green and yellow in small oval leaves. Jujube leaves fall, jujube is red, and there will be a northwest wind. Convenience in the north is a dusty world. Only these dates, persimmons and grapes ripen at the turn of July and August, which is a good day for clear autumn in the north and the best golden day of the year.
Some critics say that China's bachelor of arts, especially poets, are full of decadent colors, so there are many words praising autumn in China's poems. But what about foreign poets? Although I don't read many foreign poems and essays, and I don't want to write bills for autumn poems and essays, if you look through the collected works of poets in Britain, Germany, France, Italy and other countries, or the philosophy of peace in poetry and essays in various countries, you can always see a lot of praises and lamentations about autumn. There is always a part about autumn in the long pastoral poems or four seasons poems of famous great poets. It is the best and the most interesting. It serves to show that sentient animals and interesting human beings can always cause deep, distant, severe and bleak feelings for autumn. Not only a poet, but also a prisoner in prison. In autumn, I think I will feel a kind of affection that I can't have; Autumn belongs to people, so there is no country, let alone the difference between race and class. In China, there is an idiom "autumn scholar" in the text, and there are very common readers such as Ouyang Zi's Autumn Sound and Su Dongpo's Red Cliff Fu, so we feel that the relationship between China literati and autumn is particularly deep. However, the strong smell of autumn, especially in China, can only be felt in the north.
Autumn in the south, of course, also has its unique places, such as the bright moon on the Twenty-four Bridges, the autumn tide in Qiantang River, the cool fog in Putuo Mountain, the residual lotus in Lizhi Bay and so on. , but the color is not strong and the aftertaste is not lasting. Compared with Qiu Lai in the north, it is like yellow rice wine and dry rice, porridge and steamed bread, bass and crabs, yellow dogs and camels.
Autumn, autumn in the north, if I can stay, I would like to fold two-thirds of my life for a third of it.
The gorgeous four seasons and autumn colors are the most beautiful.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, with four distinct seasons, are the most beautiful scenery endowed by nature. Flowers are fragrant in spring, sunny in summer, Ye Er in autumn and snow and frost in winter; Spring is prosperous, summer is lush, autumn is gorgeous and winter is pure; Spring is vigorous, summer is noisy, autumn is lofty and winter is quiet; There are flowers in spring, moons in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter. American famous sentences describing the four seasons, just like the changing seasons, have their own aesthetic feeling and charm. Everything the elder said is ready. In my mind, autumn scenery is the most beautiful of the four seasons.
Everything is complacent in the wait and see. The so-called poetic style is nothing more than natural beauty in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Only those who know how to appreciate can appreciate its beauty. Autumn scenery is the most poetic. Lush trees, blooming flowers and thick grass. Lush plants and beautiful scenery are the beautiful world endowed by nature. It's really intoxicating and haunting. Birds in the forest, butterflies in the flowers and dragonflies on the grass represent the songs of life. Listening to cicadas in the forest, enjoying lotus flowers in Chi Pan and boating on the lake are the best enjoyment. There is a cool autumn wind blowing head-on, and it feels so comfortable and amazing. The starry autumn night, the bright moon, the bright starry sky and the breeze bring people a lot of reverie and fantasy, which can't help but make people feel moved and deeply touched. How many beautiful scrolls are painted by how many painters, and how many touching poems are written by how many literati and poets. It's really picturesque and fascinating.
The scenery in autumn is beautiful, charming and colorful. Autumn is the harvest season, which brings people the joy of harvest. Everything is mature, fruitful, beaming and happy in my heart. Round orange persimmons hang on trees; Golden pear fruit, covered with branches. Snow-white cotton is like a sea of clouds, yellow corn is piled in the yard, bright red peppers are hung in front of the window, and crisp red dates are hung on the trees. The sun is shining, the breeze is blowing gently, the mountains are everywhere, and the land is autumn scenery. Can such a beautiful autumn be beautiful? The beauty of autumn scenery can be appreciated not only with eyes, but also with ears. You can also chew with your mouth and feel with your heart. Otherwise, people say "spring flowers and autumn fruits"?
The beauty of autumn scenery is a bleak beauty. Autumn is the season when the autumn wind is bleak, all trees fall leaves and all flowers wither. "An autumn leaf, a little banana and a little sorrow". The word "autumn" plus "heart" becomes "sorrow". Therefore, autumn is always nostalgic and full of melancholy. Liu Yuxi, a great writer in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem: "When the autumn wind comes, the geese will be sent in the rustling, and the lonely guests will smell it first in the morning." In the classic Dream of Red Mansions, there is also a saying that "autumn window is endless, and autumn rain can help desolation". The fruit has experienced wind and rain, showed its true colors, fulfilled its mission, brought joy to people, but dedicated itself. The leaves are yellow and the maple leaves are red, which looks good, but the autumn wind blows slightly, and the leaves pile up and become fertilizer to nourish the roots; Flowers also bloom brilliantly at the last moment, releasing beauty. Wait for it to wither together, wither together. For flowers, as long as they can bloom, even for a short moment, they will not live up to this life. In fact, isn't it the same in a person's life?
The world is not perfect. Whether it is flowers in spring, fruits in summer, fruits in autumn or grass in winter. Their growth is not smooth sailing, and there are always shortcomings of one kind or another. But they all worked hard, struggled, persisted and flourished. Although bleak, it is beautiful. I have always liked Tagore's poem, "Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves." I appreciate the saying, "Even the last sunset at dusk will shine brilliantly. It is the last struggle unwilling to degenerate and sink, and it is also a pursuit of active love for the supreme life. It doesn't care that it will be covered by green hills in the end. Perhaps this is what nature wants to tell people about life. "
Autumn scenery is the most beautiful of the four seasons. It not only brings people beautiful enjoyment, but also brings people wonderful feelings. Friend, are you right?
Autumn, chrysanthemum forever.
Text/Red Moon
Autumn wind blows gently, blowing the beauty of autumn, leaving the troubles of teenagers behind in the season when wild chrysanthemums are fragrant. ...
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The autumn wind is strong, blowing away tenderness;
The lingering autumn rain brings acacia.
It's autumn, and the wind is full of stars and cold. Open the window will feel cool, will feel the autumn wind and autumn rain, sad fans. "When the first leaf falls, I know that autumn is coming quietly. So, put on that warm milky cashmere sweater and take good care of this sad season. Milky white is his favorite color. He said I looked more like a doll in milky white.
When the fragrance of chrysanthemums begins to diffuse, I always think of the small town full of wild chrysanthemums in my memory. I know I have something on my mind, such as the irresistible growth of vines and grass under the call of spring. My heart is the wild chrysanthemum on the grass in front of the building. My heart is the wild chrysanthemum on the slope of my hometown town.
In the small town in my memory, the poetry of wild chrysanthemums should be everywhere this season, right? Are you still deeply homesick for the sigh that people are thinner than yellow flowers when you tasted chrysanthemums with me on a small slope?
Colorful rich chrysanthemums on the soil slope are content with a plain and pure situation and are not afraid. It has the appearance of indifference, such as water; It has experienced the destruction of wind and frost, like a sword. Silently telling the story of autumn, some small promises. ...
On the way home, there was a small forest with tall poplars standing upright and overgrown with weeds. I haven't paid much attention to them before. What is there to see in a pile of live wood?
When I went yesterday, suddenly some cicadas were chirping. That sound is like meeting a long-lost friend on the road, stimulating the almost forgotten memory in my heart! It made me stop involuntarily, looked up and looked closely, and the cicada was in my eyes.
For cicadas, my childhood memories are full of fear. I'm afraid of the touch of that little thing struggling in my hand. They have serrated legs, swaying irregularly up and down and left and right, which can scratch my goose bumps. No wonder they can dig such a deep tunnel from the roots of trees. When I think of it, the sawtooth seems to be a drill bit again, which makes my palm ache. I quickly threw it away and cried in fear. ...
I was four years old then, and now I'm twenty-four years old. At the age of 24, I can't cry if I hold them in my hand again. When I watched their slender legs and feet swing up and down irregularly, I also saw something interesting. Relying on it, how can cicadas bend the bottom of their roots in the dark underground, dig mud and break ground bit by bit, and create a vertical tunnel, so as to drill a hard surface and break through the ground?
This is really a very strange phenomenon. Perhaps, everything in the world has a characteristic that seems to be a godsend. Don't we humans have an old saying called "Man struggles upwards"? Cicada probably has some human nature. They also know how to climb high, drill out of the dark ground, shed their heavy armor, dry their thin wings like gauze, flap their wings and fly to high branches, happily and tirelessly suck the sap from trees, and then sing with their wet throats. What an old cicada! This must be a hymn to your strong endurance and will, right? Or because I tasted the sweet fruit of labor, I couldn't help humming a little song? ..... Beautiful old cicada! What a resounding song of victory! It's like announcing the completion of its great project to the world as an ordinary worker!
This little life gave me a little nameless warmth in the cool evening of early autumn! That night, I dreamed that a little cicada was digging in a dark corner. Below the city, it used almost all its strength to deal with thick soil that is ten million times harder than its legs, feet and brothers. I remember this little cicada wiping the blood from her fingers and corners of her mouth over and over again, and stubbornly tearing at the soil on her chest. When sunlight and flowers are scattered into the tunnel, the whole world is bright and dazzling!
On a crisp autumn weekend, I rode back to the country. There are white clouds floating in the blue sky in the country. I am looking for the breath of autumn in this sunny weather.
When they walked into the field, the first thing they saw was a large piece of golden rice, and they bowed their heads modestly. A breeze blew, and a tumbling golden lang appeared in the rice field.
Further on, several maple trees dot the river. The maple leaf on the tree is influenced by the autumn sunshine and blown by the autumn wind, and it is as bright as agate; There are yellow, as delicate as rape blossoms; There are also green ones, which seem to be dripping in the long summer. The autumn wind blew, and several maple leaves fell down and landed in the river. The clear river sends the red maple leaves to the distance, which seems to convey the message of autumn.
Walking through the river and the bamboo forest, I have unconsciously returned to the backyard. Just want to go back, suddenly attracted by a few precious chrysanthemums. Their colors are colorful. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay, white is like snow, and yellow is like gold ... It really dazzles me. Among them, the most striking thing is the pot of "golden hydrangea". Its stem is very slender, its flowers are spherical, and its petals bloom outward from the center. Touch by hand, the texture is soft and elastic. Seen from a distance, it looks like a lotus lamp. Next to it, there is also a Yuanyang chrysanthemum. Its biggest feature is that the stamens have two colors, just like two mandarin ducks snuggling together. ...
What a charming autumn scenery! I love this golden autumn, and I love the autumn colors of this field even more.
Regret in the autumn wind