In autumn, there is no vitality in spring, no sun in summer, and no withering in winter. So I like the autumn harvest. Ripe grains bring us all kinds of ideas. When the seeds are still one or several, they are simply so small. But in autumn, people miss autumn very much because of the golden ginger fields in the fields.
Mature autumn reminds me of my dead grandmother, who left too early, and my mother and menstruation haven't been filial! I feel very sorry. Grandma has suffered all her life, and the happiest moment is the sight of autumn wheat ears. She always carries a quilt. During the holiday, I clamored for my mother to take me to the countryside to play, and my mother agreed. As soon as I arrived, I ran to my grandmother's house and shouted "Grandma, Grandma ..." No one answered, so I went to other places to find her. Grandma saw me at a glance. She smiled happily, showing only a few teeth left. She called my nickname. I looked at the golden wheat field behind her and said, "Grandma, did you harvest a lot of food this year?" "Well, drag my little granddaughter's blessing." Say that finish, her rough hand gently touched my head. I often think of such a cordial conversation with my grandmother, but when I think of her leaving everyone like this before she has a happy day, my nose hurts and my tears fall.
Whenever autumn comes, I always go to the country to have a look. In the sunset, I seem to see grandma's kind and wrinkled face again. ...
2. Imitate the homesickness in autumn and write a 600-word composition with fallen leaves in autumn.
I'm walking on the Golden Avenue, and it's already autumn. Everything is ready to hibernate, and Ginkgo biloba leaves are sprinkled on the earth like a thick layer.
Thick golden carpet, small light spots shooting down from the top of the head. What a beautiful autumn this autumn will be!
The paths in the park are covered with yellow leaves, and the usually dense ginkgo trees turn into golden trees. The whole world is like gold. The sun fell on the trickle of a stream, and the stream became sparkling. Lingering: describe clear water and clear stone. The waves are bright and clean. ], flashing dazzling light, is the golden soup. The low bushes are dotted with golden light, and golden leaves fall on them, as if golden spheres were placed in the forest. Ginkgo biloba and Chinese parasol trees are towering by the roadside, and many leaves are swaying on the branches. When the breeze blows, the scattered golden leaves are waltzing and ready to sleep on the road! There are faint clouds floating in the sky. The sun radiates golden light and reflects on the clouds. The clouds turn golden and the sky is golden!
Looking back on summer, the heat enveloped the earth, the scorching sun hung high in the air, and the dazzling sunshine exposed the whole park to the red sun, but the boulevard was still cool and pleasant. Dense ginkgo and phoenix tree propped up a green sunshade, and the sun could not shine in. The shade of trees is green, cool and pleasant, which is much more comfortable than the air conditioner at home. The stream flows gently on the edge, singing refreshing [note: Qin: infiltration], which means fragrant and cool air or drink, making people feel comfortable. He also described the poems and articles as beautiful and moving, giving people a fresh and hearty feeling. 】' s song, running happily ahead. Under the bushes, countless hard-working workers are continuing to carry out magnificent projects, and the awning is above their heads, which makes them have an extremely comfortable workplace. When the tree is growing, the green leaves block the heat and the branches block the feeling of heat. They are silent [note: no sound, no smell. Metaphor has no reputation and is unknown. ] Work hard and contribute to the world.
I accidentally saw a white line and walked quickly forward. It was a small piece of paper that was torn off, and several big letters were clearly written on it. These leaves provide shade for people in summer, these fallen leaves cover the earth in autumn, and these dead leaves also wrap the trees with a new coat in winter. But don't go back, don't be famous, as long as you are on the avenue. This handwriting seems familiar, but I don't know who it is. After reading the content, I am thoughtful [note: if: it seems. As if thinking about something. ]……
Memories of Autumn 600 Memories of Autumn The weather is getting colder and colder. When autumn is over, we are greeted by a cold winter.
However, autumn has aroused my faint nostalgia. In autumn, there is no vitality in spring, no sun in summer, and no withering in winter.
So I like the autumn harvest. Ripe grains bring us all kinds of ideas.
When the seeds are still one or several, they are simply so small. But in autumn, people miss autumn very much because of the golden ginger fields in the fields.
Mature autumn reminds me of my dead grandmother, who left too early, and my mother and menstruation haven't been filial! I feel very sorry. Grandma has suffered all her life, and the happiest moment is the sight of autumn wheat ears.
She always carries a quilt. During the holiday, I clamored for my mother to take me to the countryside to play, and my mother agreed.
As soon as I arrived, I ran to my grandmother's house and shouted "Grandma, Grandma ..." No one answered, so I went to other places to find her. Grandma saw me at a glance. She smiled happily, showing only a few teeth left. She called my nickname.
I looked at the golden wheat field behind her and said, "Grandma, did you harvest a lot of food this year?" "Well, drag my little granddaughter's blessing." Say that finish, her rough hand gently touched my head.
I often think of such a cordial conversation with my grandmother, but when I think of her leaving everyone like this before she has a happy day, my nose hurts and my tears fall. Whenever autumn comes, I always go to the country to have a look.
In the sunset, I seem to see grandma's kind and wrinkled face again.
4. Imitate the nostalgic composition of autumn 700. In a blink of an eye, autumn has arrived. After being away from home for so long, some children miss home.
We picked wild cotton together and went down the river to catch fish together ... that day was really enjoyable. Because of my mother's job transfer, I was transferred to the city and never saw that day again.
My mother told me not to be sad, just to think about the interesting things I had with my friends in the past, and I would be very happy. I remember one time, Mingming and Lili were still at school and came to my house to play at night. We played the game taught by our teacher. I am a Chinese teacher and they are students. While I was writing, someone knocked at the door. I quickly asked my student Lili to open the door. She opened it, but no one opened it and closed it again. We felt a little strange and thought there was a ghost outside the door.
Just turn off the lights. We discussed it. If there is another knock at the door, we will go out and fight the ghost. I asked Lili to take a poker, obviously with a hook, and I took a kitchen knife. We were standing behind the door when there was a knock at the door. We opened the door in a panic, and the three of us squinted and bared our teeth at the door with weapons. We only heard the weapon "click click click", and the shadow of the knocker had already disappeared. We opened our eyes, scared to death, but smiled shyly.
In those days, we all wanted to know who the knocker was. We think this must be our illusion. Mingming and I are still very close friends.
Whenever I feel that I have nothing to do, I run to Mingming and ask her where to play. I'm sure she'll feel the same way. When we get to the place to play, we will throw stones into the river to see if the river is deep. We found that the river was neither deep nor shallow, just right, and we ran over. At the same time, we say the water is too cold. We have many similarities except language and action, and our expressions are the same, for example. Even my mother said we really looked like twins.
I think that's true.
Another autumn has come, and the weather is very cool, which seems to be similar to the previous autumn, but the scene is different! Even the autumn wind is full of faint sadness.
I remember when I was a child, I always liked to go to my uncle's house in autumn, because every time I went, he would send us rich fruits and other delicious things. Of course, the main reason is that he will play with me.
I was lonely at that time, not because I didn't want to play with others, but because I was surrounded by adults. No one e69DA5E69E79Be5Baa63133638135 was willing to talk to me, so my understanding of adults is: a group of wood, no human feelings. When I met my uncle, my idea collapsed. ...
My uncle likes children and animals very much, so he has a childlike innocence. Once, I saw my uncle's cat, so fat that four calves seemed unable to bear their own weight. I asked my uncle, "Uncle, how did you make it so fat?" "Because it misses you." My uncle looked at me with a puzzled look and said, "Well, eat if you miss, eat if you miss, and eat if you miss too much.". Speaking of it, this is also your credit! " "Ah, does it really miss me so much? Then I will come here often in the future! " Simple children, so easy to promise others. If not, there won't be so many wonderful chapters in my childhood memory!
Last autumn, it was a pity that we couldn't go to my uncle's house because of something. However, just the night before we decided to go, a phone call broke the peace of the night. The content is: My uncle died.
"How is that possible? I don't believe it. It is impossible that he is in such good health. You must have heard it wrong! " This is what I heard from my mother. My mother just patted me on the shoulder. "You stay at home, I go to the hospital, I will go to mourning at noon tomorrow. You are not allowed to go anywhere. "
At that time, I didn't listen at all, and my sadness was magnified, magnified ... When I reacted, my face was full of tears.
At the funeral, I watched my uncle's body lying in the glass called coffin, and my childhood and uncle's days were replayed in my mind over and over again. Looking at my uncle's portrait, I was thinking: Uncle, did you have a good time there? Be sure to live happily there!
Autumn, a sad and full of laughter season, a lonely and not lonely season; And those memories, branded in my heart forever. Never forget.
6. Write a composition of not less than 600 words, the topic is to imitate the memory of the back and autumn, and seek the feeling of being loved.
There are all kinds of love in the world, including the love of elders for the younger generation, the love of teachers for students, the love of doctors for patients, the love of parents for children, the love of classmates and the love of friends. During my growing up, I got a lot of love, but the greatest and most selfless love I got came from my family and my parents. This feeling of being loved makes me feel extremely warm and warm.
Motherly love-a long stream of water
Motherly love is a tear. One night, I suddenly had a high fever, and my mother went to the hospital behind my back. My mother runs very fast all the way. When I arrived at the emergency room, the doctor said that I had a high fever and needed infusion. When I started infusion, it was already midnight. I have to add medicine. My mother called a doctor for me. I have to go to the bathroom. My mother helped me with the medicine bottle. It was like this all night. My mother didn't turn it off at all, and she was still crying with worry. A few days passed, and my illness improved, but my mother died after treatment. Ah! Motherly love is also a tear.
Mother's love is a sweet smile. I want to give my mother a surprise on Women's Day on March 8th. I bought a beautiful headdress with lucky money and put it in a beautiful box. When the gift was given to my mother, her mother opened the box and smiled happily. I see, because my mother felt my love from the flowers. Ah! Mother's love, in a sweet smile.
A mother's love for her children is like this lily, which has neither the beauty of a rose nor the fragrance of a peony, but that fragrance cannot be replaced by any fragrance. Motherly love is like continuous fine water. Although it is not so stormy, it still flows.
Dad's love-the mountain is sublime.
On the night of June, the wind is clear and the clouds are light, the moon is quiet, the gardenias are in full bloom in front of the window, the breeze blows, and the fragrance is fragrant and lingering for a long time. A person sitting in front of the computer, letting his thoughts fly away, let the past time flow quietly into affectionate words, not only because of the arrival of this beautiful June, but also because there are festivals belonging to his father in June. When I think of my father, I seem to have a lot to say. Father's love is still the deepest pain in my heart.
This is a man who can carry the whole world. He is young and energetic. His chest is always straight. He is always ready to shelter us from the wind and rain ... Now, I understand that the great men in my impression will eventually be ordinary, or you are an ordinary person living in an ordinary world. However, for me, my sister, my sister and my mother, you are unique. You are the sky, you are the earth, you are as high as the Alps, you are as deep as the Aegean Sea ... enjoying being protected by you, being loved by you, and your love is as high as a mountain.
This is a world full of love, we are surrounded by love every day, and it feels good to be loved! It feels good to be loved by your loved ones! From the moment I came to this world, my relatives gave me all their love and made me grow up happily. . .
7. In the second day of junior high school, I imitated the composition of Missing in Autumn, with 500 words.
The bleak autumn wind blows a fallen leaf. After the intense harvest, everything withered in a blink of an eye, and the vast land was yellow.
My grandparents and I were sitting in the car, looking at the autumn outside, and there was a bleak feeling.
Grandma is in poor health After a long walk, she felt very tired, so she had to sit on a stone and have a rest.
Looking at the cheerful and lively me in front of me, grandma cheered up again and stood up with the help of grandpa.
Grandma used to be a teacher and a strong woman. There is no one in the village who doesn't know her. It is not too much to describe her as "walking like the wind and sitting like a clock". She is a good teacher at school. She is a good mother in her father's eyes; In my eyes, she is a good grandmother.
I was weak when I was a child. Father is very busy and has no time to accompany me. So the burden fell on my grandmother. Grandma is the pillar of the school and has a heavy teaching task. She runs at both ends of the school alone, cooking and cleaning up the housework. I am weak, and I have been in hospital for almost a year. She runs around the school and hospital, panting all day long, and sometimes doing needlework at night. Once strong grandma was knocked down by a disease.
Now grandma's body is greatly discounted and has become a medicine jar, just like autumn leaves, which gradually turn yellow and pale.
I ran behind my grandmother and picked up my cell phone to take a photo with them. But that scene shocked me, and then I burst into tears-
After grandma was weak, she turned a little closer to grandpa, and her steps were a little hard. Gray hair drifted in the wind, and there was a pale face below. How straight grandma's back used to be! Now look at some slightly hunched back on grandpa, the figure of two people and autumn scenery, see people feel a little sad.
Autumn is here, can vibrant spring be far behind?
8. Love autumn 600-word composition, imitate autumn homesickness, anxious autumn is the most romantic and yearning season! Wine is in Dongli, poetry is in the west window, and life is a kind of enjoyment. Listen, the autumn rain is falling-the tall building looks forward to dusk, and there is no rain on the plane leaves; You see, autumn is pleasant-the rain invades the new moss green of the urn, and when it enters the autumn of the cross forest, the leaves are red; You see, Mianmian, an old friend of Li's, has never heard from him, so he plans to invite Jiang Tou to break the flood. The ancients loved autumn so much that I don't lose them now! I love autumn because I love autumn!
Love is in autumn, love is in early autumn. "The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cool", which is incorrect. After beginning of autumn, although the summer heat is hard to disappear for a while, there is still the afterglow of "autumn tiger" during the day, but the weather is getting cooler at night. My mother, who has always been humble, began to compete with me to take a shower first, which made me a little puzzled and I couldn't help asking a big question mark?
That night, my mother took a shower and sat on the sofa watching TV. I walked over naughty and said to my mother glibly, "Mom, when you go to Qiu Lai in summer, the weather is changeable.". Are you infected, too, so you took a shower first? " Obviously, my mother is at a loss about my question and doesn't know how to answer it She just looked at me with big eyes in confusion, but she quickly reacted and deliberately said, "My dear daughter, my loving mother was here before autumn, and my baby doesn't feel cold!" " Before the words were finished, my mother covered her mouth and burst out laughing. She bent down and pointed at me and said, "You really bite Lv Dongbin-you don't know how to love! It's early autumn now and it's cold at night. If I take a shower first, I will catch a cold easily. After I wash first, the temperature in the bathroom can be raised by at least 3℃, so you will be comfortable without washing for the second time. Do you think mom is getting better? "
After listening to my mother, my face turned red. I tossed and turned at night, listening to the scattered frogs and looking at the bright moon outside the window, I couldn't help but feel that autumn is so beautiful! Love is in autumn, and love in autumn is the most beautiful!