Autumn is like a painter with full personality, dyeing gingko golden, maple leaf red and grass yellow. At first glance, the world is full of gold flowing and red burning. Not satisfied, she breathed gently and turned all the leaves into smart butterflies, falling slowly from the tree one by one. Now, all the colors are flying in the air, as if full of vitality. People were stunned by this poetic scene. They all began to write poems: "The autumn wind blows my heart, heading for Yumenguan forever." "The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening." Qiu Xi nodded.
Autumn is like a loving mother, nourishing the earth with her own milk-autumn rain, which makes many creatures give birth to more life: insects lay eggs and take it as new hope. The autumn wind is blowing, urging the brown bear to quickly store food and prepare for hibernation; She helped the geese to line up again and held them in the blue sky with both hands. Send the bird back to the nest. She takes the squirrel home. At this moment, she stopped and smiled, her face was full of tenderness and kindness.
Qiu is also a generous devotee. She distributed ripe fruits to farmers who had been looking forward to it for half a year. Look, the golden wheat is bent with laughter. Sorghum, who had never seen a stranger, blushed. Apples hide in the bushes and look out. Pomegranate opened its mouth happily, and the grapes shone like agate. Farmers are too busy to stop, but they are also happy to keep their mouths shut. What a bumper harvest! She took out her most cherished chrysanthemums and showed them in various ways: some hung their heads shyly and wanted to open and close them; Some stretch their petals and dance in the wind, showing her graceful dance; Some are in full bloom, standing upright in the cold wind, as if to become heroes who stand proudly in frost and snow. Autumn holds up her mirror, the full moon, for people to enjoy, and people take this opportunity to reunite with their families, enjoy the moon, talk to each other, kiss for warmth, and live in harmony.
After doing this, Qiu quietly left, leaving joy.
2. Write an autumn composition. Use a poem to describe personification and fluency. 600 words Autumn is coming. She came quietly. I didn't realize that summer and autumn were quietly exchanged.
Leaves fall one by one, and I know that autumn is coming.
Autumn is beautiful. I walk in the fields in autumn, which is a harvest. The rice on the roadside was ripe, and suddenly an autumn wind blew, setting off a wave of bullying rice. . . . . Oh, autumn is golden.
A few steps forward, it is red, like an endless sea of fire. Small and exquisite red flowers, like small bells, seem to jingle when touched. Huh? Autumn, why is it red again?
No, look at those white wild chrysanthemums. They are not as beautiful as chrysanthemums in the park, but the white color is also very refreshing, like angels in white dancing in the fields. Oh, maybe autumn is white!
It rained, and there was no thunder or lightning, which made me too late to dodge. The rain is flowing quietly, and it is Miss Qiu who confides in her heart! I don't know how long it has been raining. The rain stopped quietly, just as it came quietly. The blue sky is like washing, the blue is fascinating, and the blue is like a crystal clear sapphire. Autumn is blue again.
In front of us, there is a large grassland, some of which have withered, but some of them are proudly standing up. From time to time, some dead leaves fall, just like a beautiful Huang Die. Large leaves fell on the quiet path. The gray-black path is covered with a golden carpet, and it is soft to step on. At this time, autumn is golden again.
What color will autumn be in your eyes?
3. The composition about autumn is about 400 words (mostly poems). Autumn is cool. The grass slowly took off its green clothes and put on its yellow autumn clothes. When the wind blows, leaves fall one after another, as if a fairy were spreading flowers and dancing like Huang Die.
The flowers in the garden are in full bloom: chrysanthemums, irises, lilies, roses and some unknown flowers ... colorful, red as fire, pink as Xia, white as snow, very beautiful!
Students should all know that autumn is a harvest season! Look! Uncle farmer is harvesting rice! They bow their heads, bow their waists, face the loess, turn their backs to the sky and look up, and their faces are filled with the joy of harvest!
The fields were covered with golden rice, and the heavy rice bowed its head shyly. Like a shy little girl, sorghum blushed with laughter, cotton climbed the branches like a snow doll, eggplant hung on the branches like a purple lantern, and wax gourd lay lazily on the ground like a fat doll.
Orchard is another scene! Haitang reveals its little face and looks out with a smile; The apple hides under the green leaves, opens the green leaves and looks out; Pears are hidden among green and yellow leaves, like a shy little girl, and crystal clear grapes ... There are all kinds of fruits, very rich: red, yellow, green and purple ... colorful.
I also like autumn rain. Autumn rain is light, like gauze, like fog, like feathers. She doesn't float like spring rain, nor does it pour like summer rain. She has her own unique way.
Ah! I love autumn, I love colorful autumn, I love fruitful autumn.
4. For writing, the more poems describing the beauty of autumn, the better the poems describing autumn: "Mountain in Autumn Night" and "Empty Mountain after Rain, Late Autumn Stand" by Tang.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. The Nightingale on an Autumn Night Tang Guipo was born with autumn dew, but she was too thin to change clothes.
The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep. In the middle of the night, a bright moon enveloped the capital in the Tang Dynasty.
The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border. When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?
"Qiu Deng Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Building" In the Tang Dynasty, Li Bai's Jiangcheng was picturesque, with beautiful mountains and clear waters and clear skies in Wan Li. The rain caught the mirror and the rainbow fell on the double bridge.
Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old. Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?
Night berth Jiande Jiangtang Meng Haoran When my boat was sailing in the fog, the days were getting shorter and the memories of the old days began. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
Autumn country-specific ones are among the white clouds in the northern peak of Jiao Ran, which is beautiful. Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese.
Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn. Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest.
The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon. I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.
"Autumn Night" Tang Du Muyin painted a cold screen with a candle and a small fan flapping at fireflies. Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.
Climbing the mountain, Tang Du Fu sobbed in a sharp wind from the wide sky, and the birds were flying home to the clear lakes and white beaches. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.
In the Mid-Autumn Moon in the Song Dynasty, Su Shi's twilight cloud overflowed, and silver and Han silently turned to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
"Mid-Autumn Moon" Tang Bai Juyi is full of calendar, incredible, adding sorrow and hating the world. Who is stationed outside Gansu for a long time? Where is the new parting before the court? After falling out of favor, Ji returned to the hospital that night, but when the veteran went upstairs.
According to how many people are heartbroken, Jade Rabbit and Silver Toad are far from knowing. Words describing autumn: "Su Mu Zhe" Song Fan Zhongyan has blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke and green waves.
The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun. Dark homesickness, chasing travel, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep.
The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears. "The Pride of Fisherman" Song Fan Zhongyan blocked a different scene, and Hengyang geese went without observing it.
The four sides are connected with each other. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. The pipe strength is covered with frost.
People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears. On the evening of July 16th, Lu You visited the Happy Pavilion, looked at Nanshan in Chang 'an, and paid tribute to the corner of the border town in autumn, with bonfires shining on the high platform.
Sad songs hit the floor and lean on high wine. This is leisure! Who can push away all the layers of twilight like the amorous Nanshan bright moon? The smoke from the kitchen near Baqiao Bridge and the beautiful scenery near Qujiang should stand in the moonlight, waiting for our army to recover lost ground and win.
Ancient poems describing autumn and famous sentences describing autumn are fluttering, the wind blows women ... fluttering, the wind blows women: falling dead leaves. Female: Same as "Ru", you; Here refers to the fallen dead leaves.
Drift: the same as "floating", blowing. Leaves fall, leaves fall, autumn wind blows you ... Leaves fall, leaves fall, autumn wind floats your book of songs Zheng Fengxi, autumn is sad, flowers are full of autumn wind, and flowers are all withered.
The Book of Songs, Xiaoya April, is rolled in the autumn wind, and the waves of Dongting Lake are rolled under the leaves of trees: it describes the breeze blowing. Dongting: Dongting Lake, in the north of Hunan Province.
Waves: microwave flooding. Muye: Yellow leaves.
Chu Ci of the Warring States Period Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs, Lady Xiang" is sorrowful and indignant! A bleak, withered grass, withered, if it is a long trip, the mountain climbing near the water will also be bleak: lonely, depressed. Liao Li: Desolate.
If you travel far away: It seems that people travel far away. In the Warring States Period, Chu, Song and Yu argued that the autumn wind started, the vegetation turned yellow, and the geese returned to the south. The autumn wind in Liu Che is bleak, the weather is cool and the vegetation is exposed to frost. Wei Xing has many fallen leaves, so he knows it is autumn: Lvxiang Courtyard.
Tao Jin Yuanming's "Appreciating Willow, Wood and Mulberry" is a new autumn night, graceful and graceful, and the moon will be far away: describing the length of the night. Tingting: It's far away.
In Tao Jin Yuanming's "Fire in June in Wushen", it shows the whereabouts of Furong Lou, Liu Yangyue, and Furong Shu: Lotus. In the Southern Dynasties, Yan Qiu Si looked at the cold city, and Pingchu was in the cold city: the cold has invaded the city.
Look: Look into the distance. Pingchu: Ye Ping.
Cangran: The appearance of lush vegetation. Write two sentences about the scene of early autumn.
In the Southern Dynasties, the pavilion "Looking at Xuancheng County" is under the leaves, and the pavilion is high in autumn: horizontal. Konoha: Leaves.
Dragon Head: The mountain name is between Shaanxi and Gansu today. In the Southern Dynasties, Liang and Liu mixed the poem "On Dressing". The fog in Jincheng was low, and the grass under Yumen was low: the grass withered.
Under the tree: leaves are falling. Jincheng: the name of an ancient county, between Yuzhong, Gansu and Xining, Qinghai.
Yumen: Yumen Pass, in the west of Dunhuang, Gansu. Write two sentences about the cold autumn scenery in the northwest.
The autumn sounds of trees and trees in "Another Kind" written by the Southern Dynasty Cloud, and the autumn sounds of mountains and mountains in cold colors: autumn wind blowing, scattered vegetation, cold and noisy. North's Epitaph of Bulugu's Family, the Lady of Zhou Qiaocheng, was written by Wei Jiuyue: auxiliary words, meaningless.
Foreword: season. Don Wang Bo's Preface to the Autumn Pavilion: The sunset and the lonely Qi Fei are the same: the name of the bird, the wild duck.
Qi Fei: The sun sets from the sky, and I am lonely from bottom to top, competing with Qi Fei. A color: the water in autumn is blue, and the sky is blue, reflecting the water and forming a color.
Don Wang Bo's "Preface to Autumn Farewell" is full of autumn, and the mountains are only brilliant. Tang's Wild Hope hangs on a different scene in the forest, and the autumn color is like Luo Yangchun's Early Autumn. The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn water flows all day: the sound of running water. Wei's "Farewell to Wangchuan" describes the scenery in late autumn in the following two sentences: the white stone rises in the west of Beijing, and the red leaves are sparse: the stream falls, the white stone dew falls, and the red leaves fall, leaving little.
Wei's Poem on Two Que Inscriptions in the Mountain is full of autumn bamboo, and the cool Wuling Song and Tang Dynasties' Poem Looking at Qinchuan is full of autumn leaves, and the night pearl curtain is not frosted. Tang Wang Changling's "Five Poems of Long Xin Qiu": "The phoenix tree in the golden well is full of autumn leaves, and the curtain of the night pearl is not frosted. The smoked jade pillow has no color, and you can listen to the Nangong for a long time. "
Bai Yue reflects the cold pool, and autumn rain grows moss. Liu Tang Changqing's "You Xian Zen Master Shuangfeng Temple" went to the wild field in the south, because the leaves had fallen, and the wind in the cold zone was not far from the autumn in North Haoran's "Huai Chu Han Jiang", so it was cold to go out. Tang Li Bai's "Gift to the Master" makes the rain cold and the wind cool and clear. Tang Li Bai's "Reward for a Rain" Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng. I face them from this villa and drink my wine full. Tang Libai is in Xie Tiao Building in Xuanzhou.
Write a composition with autumn leaves. The poem about autumn was quoted at the beginning. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring. With the sound of fallen leaves and slow melody, Autumn Girl came gently.
Looking up, the sky is blue without a trace of flaws, the mountains in the distance are red, the forests are dyed, and the autumn wind in Xu Lai leaves fall one by one, throwing them into the arms of Mother Earth with a little regret. They are jumping, spinning, dancing lightly, and falling, putting on golden autumn clothes for Mother Earth.
Tiny autumn rain falls gently like the tip of a cow's hair. The sounds of "ticking", "snapping" and "rustling" compose a beautiful symphony for picturesque autumn, and compose a unique rhythm, which makes you forget all the troubles and worries in the world. composition
In this fantastic season, walking on the golden carpet and walking through the gentle autumn wind, I feel like a princess in a fairy tale, leading to a happy castle; In the beautiful autumn, Ye Er slowly floated down from the tall branches. Ye Er knew that no matter how high and dazzling he climbed, the land under his feet would always be his hometown and his own support. It is because of this land that Ye Er has the strength and confidence to climb it. At the last breath of his life, Ye Er finally returned to the embrace of the earth and closed his eyes peacefully. In this beautiful autumn scenery, rows of geese spread their wings and fly south like a victorious team. It's not that geese don't miss the beauty of this autumn, but that they have re-recognized life and the beauty of life in this beautiful autumn. Here, the geese regain their enthusiasm for life, so they fly to the south to challenge life and themselves regardless of all difficulties.
In this beautiful autumn, Ye Er learned to bow his head and be grateful and repay the earth; Wild geese know the true meaning of life and challenge themselves; And I, in this beautiful autumn, what have I thought deeply?
Such a beautiful autumn, fleeting, stretched out his hand to retain, but can not help but urge her to speed up the pace. Take this touching moment with a camera, but only use photos to fill your empty heart. /kloc-I can't go back to beautiful autumn scenery at the age of 0/5. Since you can't stay, enjoy it, don't think about the past and the future, and don't think about countless locks and scams in the world. At this moment, just me and the autumn colors, the vast sky and the cultural landscape, close our eyes and enjoy the sunshine bath and the autumn wind blowing; At this moment, my soul seems to have been baptized and purified by autumn; At least at this moment, I have my own world. Don't worry about the red light on the test paper, don't worry about the teacher's severe reprimand, don't worry about the parents' severe eyes, and don't worry about running in the boundless sea of questions. At this moment, I finally became a true self, with my own ideas, freedom and the right to use my brain. Unconsciously, tears have slipped across my face, but I have no idea. In this autumn, I feel indescribable, and tears seem to flow to be my true self.
I feel that I have no regrets in my life to have such a beautiful, immersive and relaxed autumn. At least, in this beautiful autumn scenery, I have always been my true self.
6. Among the autumn-themed compositions (including eight poems about autumn), which autumn do I like best?
Autumn is like a painter with full personality, dyeing gingko golden, maple leaf red and grass yellow. At first glance, the world is full of gold flowing and red burning.
Not satisfied, she breathed gently and turned all the leaves into smart butterflies, falling slowly from the tree one by one. Now, all the colors are flying in the air, as if full of vitality.
People were stunned by this poetic scene. They all began to write poems: "The autumn wind blows my heart, heading for Yumenguan forever."
"The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening." Qiu Xi nodded.
Autumn is like a loving mother, nourishing the earth with her own milk-autumn rain, which makes many creatures give birth to more life: insects lay eggs and take it as new hope. The autumn wind is blowing, urging the brown bear to quickly store food and prepare for hibernation; She helped the geese to line up again and held them in the blue sky with both hands.
Send the bird back to the nest. She takes the squirrel home. At this moment, she stopped and smiled, her face was full of tenderness and kindness.
Qiu is also a generous devotee. She distributed ripe fruits to farmers who had been looking forward to it for half a year. Look, the golden wheat is bent with laughter. Sorghum, who had never seen a stranger, blushed. Apples hide in the bushes and look out. Pomegranate opened its mouth happily, and the grapes shone like agate.
Farmers are too busy to stop, but they are also happy to keep their mouths shut. What a bumper harvest! She took out her most cherished chrysanthemums and showed them in various ways: some hung their heads shyly and wanted to open and close them; Some stretch their petals and dance in the wind, showing her graceful dance; Some are in full bloom, standing upright in the cold wind, as if to become heroes who stand proudly in frost and snow.
Autumn holds up her mirror, the full moon, for people to enjoy, and people take this opportunity to reunite with their families, enjoy the moon, talk to each other, kiss for warmth, and live in harmony. After doing this, Qiu quietly left, leaving joy.
7. Poetry about autumn is more beautiful. About 100 words deciduous leaves will leave in autumn. Falling leaves are the invitation of winter. As soon as the leaves fall, the sun will wither. Fallen leaves are sun-dried tea leaves, and snowflakes will come soon. Time to go. It's time to leave. It's time to say goodbye It is time to be quiet. Time to write. It's time to meet again. = = = = = = = = = = Autumn Since Qiu Lai, all the cattle and sheep in the sky have become fat, and all the fields have become beautiful scenery-this is the world of autumn. On glistening cotton petals, autumn is white, on heavy ears of grain, autumn is golden, autumn is purple, on jujube trees covered with small lanterns, autumn is red, autumn is green, autumn is blue, and autumn is in a gurgling stream. Since the arrival of Qiu Lai, the flowers in October have put on singing wings, smiled with the beautiful image of the wedding, danced with joyful notes, and the red flag rose with the scenery of Xia Hong. Autumn is deep, and the eagle of the God family gathers in the hometown of God, and the eagle speaks deeply. Wang writes poems in this world. What was lost in autumn has long been lost. Autumn Ode 1 The foggy fruit is ripe, and you become friends with the mature sun. You plot to cover the vines under the eaves with countless beads of Buddha; Let the old tree in front of the house carry the apples, let the ripe taste penetrate into the core of the fruit, let the gourd swell, swell out the hazelnut shell and stuff it into the sweet core; For bees, flowers bloom too late again and again, making them think that the days will be warm forever, because summer fills their sticky nests early. Who doesn't often see you with the barn? You can also find it in the fields. Sometimes I will sit on the threshing floor at will and let my hair float lightly with the wind. Sometimes, fascinated by the smell of poppies, you lie on the half-harvested ridge and let the sickle rest next to the flowers in the next border; Or, like a gleaner crossing a stream, you hold your head high with a grain bag on your back and cast your reflection, or you just sit under the fruit for a few minutes and watch the slowly dripping wine slurry patiently. Ah, where are the songs of spring? But don't think, you also have your music-when the wavy clouds reflect a dying day, the fields with broken stems are covered with scarlet, and then a group of small flying insects will sing together under the river willow, and they will rise and fall with the breeze; Crickets under the fence are singing, and robins with red breasts are whistling in the garden; And the sheep bleated loudly and silently in the mountain circle; Swallows in Cong Fei are whispering in the sky.
8. Composition (or poem) in autumn in the old capital
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. It rained a layer, 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.
9. Write an 800-word composition about autumn with poems. Autumn leaves autumn, and the autumn sun is redder and more charming. Walking in autumn, the air in autumn is sweeter and better.
The autumn wind rolls in the fields and runs on the paths; The autumn wind took away the fragrance of cinnamon and gently erased the footprints of summer ... The ears of rice are ripe, the cicadas are silent, and the mature sunflowers are bowing their heads; Wild chrysanthemums sniffed at the narrow path in the field, and all the cattle and sheep gained weight. Apple cried that it was cold and wanted to put on a red coat. Grape cried cold and wanted to wear a purple robe.
Corn holding a red tassel, very happy, forgot the troubles of a summer; Sorghum blushed and smiled, and a wine song was brewing in his heart. Autumn wind is like a flexible comb, combing the fields in order; Qiu Guang, like shining sweat, is full of vigor and vitality, shining in the fields.
Walking in autumn, there is bright sunshine shining overhead; Pick up a yellow leaf and treasure it quietly. Autumn will always smile at us.
10. Have you seen the composition composed of autumn poems? Qiu Lai is elegant and breezy. Trees are flourishing in summer. When the autumn wind blows, a few yellow leaves are left on their lower limbs.
I came to the village where I once lived, looking for the footprints of autumn.
Huh? What about the lotus in this small stone jar? Where did the honeysuckle tree float? Who dyed that unknown tree with yellow and sparse hair? Where are you in autumn? Is the unknown wild flower playing hide-and-seek with honeysuckle? Why did the farmer's uncle smile instead of sweating?
Oh, I found that Qiu is a magician. When Sister Xia was looking for Sister Furong, Qiu used her magic to send Sister Furong back to Sister Xia. Qiu is also a kind mother. She hypnotized all the flowers with a gentle voice. Qiu is also a barber. She dyed all the trees with her dexterous hands. Qiu is a beautiful comedian. Her beautiful behavior made the farmers laugh. Under the autumn wind, the grass fell asleep, and the flowers in spring and summer fell asleep. However, in this silent season, chrysanthemums are in full bloom, and what is added to autumn is not the delicacy given by spring flowers, nor the coolness decorated by lotus flowers in summer, but the elegant colors in autumn. There is both vitality and silence.
I love Qiu and her unique beauty!