There are many vegetables in the garden in autumn. Look! Almost all the leaves on the cucumber shelf are yellow, and some are green with yellow. But the cucumber on the shelf is still tenacious. The leaves above the bean rack are still green, but the leaves below are yellow. This is a style that cannot be seen in other seasons. There are tomatoes, hidden in persimmon seedlings like red lanterns, as if afraid of being seen by others.
The fields in autumn are colorful. When I walked to the cornfield, the corn opened its mouth and showed its yellow teeth, as if laughing from ear to ear. Walking into the cotton field, the cotton spit out its white tongue, as if to say, "Do you think my tongue is white?" . When you walk into the pepper field, you will see fiery red peppers, which feel as if they will burn your hands.
The orchard in autumn is full of excitement. The apples on the apple tree are red. I want to hang big red flowers on the tree. The pears on the pear tree are wobbly, much like a big gourd. The sand fruit on the sand fruit tree is reddish, as if it had been sunburned for a long time.
This is what autumn looks like in my eyes. It is full of joy of harvest, leaving unforgettable scenery.
2. Write a 400-word composition "Autumn Eyes". Autumn is spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the four seasons cycle, standing between the vast world, feeling the ruthlessness of the years in a hurry. If spring brings vitality, summer brings restlessness and winter brings sadness, then autumn brings helplessness.
Like a person wandering in a path full of fallen leaves or an empty lane full of moss, my thoughts are gradually blown away by the autumn wind until I am overwhelmed by the melancholy of being at arm's length, so I have to sigh with Song Yutong: "Alas, autumn is angry!" A bleak, withered vegetation, decline. "Autumn, autumn wind rustling, falling leaves.
Every time I read the poems of the ancients, I am always wrapped in a deep sadness about autumn, but I don't want to break free and sip the slowly expanding melancholy and loss alone. I don't know if this is "falling in love with the floor, saying that I am worried about giving new words" or "saying that I want to rest, but saying it is cool in autumn"? ! Anyway, I'm not the only one who's sad about autumn since ancient times. See how many sensitive and affectionate poets have left poems that cherish autumn and comfort them. In the Book of Songs, "Autumn is sad and flowers fly", "White dew is frost" and "Mulberry falls, but yellow falls" are all sighs about autumn.
Fan Zhongyan's "Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn waves and cold smoke" is deeply hurt by the faint scenery and the blend of emotion and scenery. Later, in The West Chamber, Wang Shifu slightly triggered the word "Farewell Pavilion" and changed it to "blue sky and yellow flowers flying in the north and west wind flying in the south".
Who is drunk in Xiao Lai's frost forest? Always keeping people's tears "is even more confusing and frustrating." ""Affectionate feelings have been hurt since ancient times, and it is even worse to neglect the autumn festival "is Liu Yong's exclamation. Feel sorry for Liu Xia. Parting is endless, and all he can take away seems to be the autumn wind.
Zhou Bangyan's Autumn Sunny, Turning into a Cold Room, Listening to the Cold Sound describes the loneliness and helplessness of a lonely journey. Wei's Yan Wen: "Where is my hometown? It's leisurely to think about it.
Gao Zhai Lai, an Autumn Night in Huainan, wrote a lonely feeling of homesickness. Compared with the above-mentioned helplessness in autumn, Li Bai also showed his true colors as a bold poet: "I had to leave Bolt and me yesterday, and today it hurts my heart even more.
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I am in this villa, drinking my wine. " In short, the scenery in autumn is mostly bleak, with bitter wind and rain, hay falling, rain beating residual lotus, wild geese singing in the sky ... but in different moods, poetry will be very different.
Liu Yuxi found sustenance in the autumn wind and freed himself from the sad feeling: "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say autumn is better than spring." When a crane flies among clouds in a clear sky, it brings poetry to Bixiao. "
In "Looking at Autumn in Chang 'an", Du Mu also saw that the autumn wind was clear and there was a hole in the sky: "Outside the frost tree, there is not a spark in the mirror. In the autumn, the momentum is high. "
Autumn rain is a famous sentence describing autumn-tall buildings look forward to dusk, and there is rustling rain on the leaves. Autumn night-in my sleep, the autumn sound is nowhere to be found, and the leaves are full of steps.
Autumn sound-I didn't feel the dream of spring grass in the pond, but the leaves in front of the steps had autumn sound. Autumn leaves-the wind blows bamboo in the middle of the night, and all the leaves are hate.
Autumn color-the rain invades the urn and the new moss is green, and the autumn leaves are red when entering the cross forest. Autumn moon-the moonlight is flooded and the emptiness echoes.
Autumn chrysanthemum-it is better to die holding incense in the branches than to be blown down in the north wind. Wan Li, an old friend, has never been heard from, and plans to ask Jiangtou to break the flood.
Autumn sorrow-don't say that you are always idle, and write clear sorrow every night. Autumn is prosperous-the west wind blows all over the lake leaves, and it is unique to change your autumn clothes for the first time.
Autumn bosom-a fleeting sigh went out, and I saw konoha flying by the lake. Qiu Meng —— Back in the autumn night at the beginning of my dream, Eden was still sleeping.
Memories of autumn-the anvil pestle knocks on the deep lane, and the phoenix tree shakes down the autumn hometown. Enlightenment of autumn-everyone is explaining the sad autumn, not knowing it thoroughly like a poet.
The smell of autumn-crickets only know that autumn is early and there is a lot of rain on the banana. I hope I can have the magnanimity of the ancients. In the following autumn, I can feel the freshness and tranquility after the noisy summer and the short fragrance before the long winter. I can feel the heroism of "the autumn wind is cold and justice is awe-inspiring", and I have no helplessness of "the autumn wind is bleak".
It will also be "felt" by autumn, but it is no longer "sad" for autumn. Moonlight is like water, like the day when the summer heat in early autumn is about to dissipate. I miss the moon that belongs to the Mid-Autumn Festival. Only in this way can people feel really cool and quiet.
The bright moon is often ignored by us in our daily life. Only when such a special day comes can people think of something about the bright moon. The night is so silent, with a hint of warmth in the silence, so that the noise of autumn sounds reaches the treetops.
The light of the moon is blurred and flickering, creating a dense atmosphere, which unexpectedly reminds me of a sentence in Qin Guan's poem "Walking on the Sand": The fog is lost, and the moon is lost. A memorandum of "Fan" captures the hazy atmosphere of moonlight, and at this time, many vague past events come into your heart in a hazy way.
In fact, there are many things you don't have to think about. It has always been there, like a bright moon many years ago, always hanging in your heart. The light of the moon is vague, hazy, quiet and far away.
Entering the moonlight is like entering a hazy dream. Although you know it's just a dream, it makes you want to get into it instead of waking up. In our Minnan dialect, the moon has a very feminine nickname called "Yueniang", which I have always liked. There doesn't seem to be too many reasons, just because Moon Mother decorated many of our childhood dreams.
At that time, in summer or early autumn nights, we usually slept on the roof, watched the quiet night sky, accompanied by moonlight or starlight, and fell asleep in the fascinating stories of adults. In our sleep, we would inevitably dream of picking stars in a boat sitting on the moon. At that time, old people often told their children not to point their forefinger at "Moon Mother", otherwise, at night "Moon Mother" would become a sickle and cut off your ear.
As a result, the children had to hold their index fingers tightly in their fists, for fear that a careless person would incur the curse of having their ears cut off. It seems that there are still friends like that who point their index finger at the moon, fearing that they will be scared to sleep all night, fearing that once they fall asleep, their ears will be secretly cut off by "Mother Moon".
Autumn is a transitional season from summer to winter. The seventh day of the seventh lunar month.
3. Autumn in my eyes is golden, just as gold is the noble color of all metals, and autumn is also the noblest season of the year; In my eyes, autumn is lofty, just as lofty belongs to the aloof character in all conduct, and autumn is also the most aloof season among the four seasons; In my eyes, autumn is the thatched grass withering gradually on the hillside, swaying in the rustling autumn wind, boundless and stubborn; Autumn in my eyes is the leaves falling slowly in the garden, falling in the sunset, sad and warm; Autumn in my eyes is the blue sky in the vast sky. I meditated in the cold, deep and noble; Autumn in my eyes is the moon cake in grandma's hand, sweet and warm; Autumn in my eyes is a meal cooked by my mother, light and rich; Autumn in my eyes is the campus stadium in the afternoon, spacious and rich. Autumn in my eyes is the ridge of my hometown, rich and full of hope.
4. Autumn in my eyes 400 words 1 Among the four seasons of the year, my favorite season is autumn.
Although it doesn't have the fragrance of birds and flowers in spring; Without the vitality of summer, it is flourishing; There is no pink makeup jade in winter. But it has a special beauty-silent dedication.
The sky in autumn is particularly blue, and blue makes people feel very comfortable. There are a few free white clouds floating in the sky, just like a piece of blue satin embroidered with a few white clouds, which is beautiful! The geese fly to the south in droves, and the sky looks very harmonious.
The fields in autumn are not inferior to the sky. Look! Rice smiled and bent, and sorghum blushed, as if celebrating the autumn harvest.
The corn is holding the red tassel, grinning, showing its gold teeth and smiling at you, as if asking you to take it off and contribute your strength to mankind. There is an orchard near the field. There are many fruit trees in the orchard: pears in Huang Chengcheng are hanging on the branches; Pomegranate grinned, revealing ruby-like teeth; Grapes are green like agate, purple like crystal, and red like gems, all of which are crystal clear and make people hang three feet.
The leaves on the fruit tree fell like yellow butterflies and fell to the ground, like a golden carpet. The stream is flowing happily, the stream is crystal clear, and several yellow leaves are floating on the water like boats.
There are many soft stones, white, black and round, by the stream.
Countless ducks frolic in the water, chasing each other and having a good time.
Autumn is cool and breezy, autumn is crisp, and all kinds of flowers are competing to open. Especially colorful chrysanthemums make people see things in a blur.
Colorful chrysanthemums are as white as snow, as red as fire and as pink as a child's face.
Autumn, harvest season, golden season-as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer, as charming as winter. The second chapter, Miss Qiu, dressed in gorgeous costumes, walked lightly and quietly came to the world.
When she came to the park, the once lush leaves fell one after another, sometimes like dancing butterflies, and sometimes like sailing boats floating on the water. Leaves are everywhere on the ground. From a distance, it looks like a golden carpet.
Facing the sunset, we ran around on the path covered with fallen leaves, with soft feet and a "squeaking" sound from time to time. We laughed and laughed and played in the sunset, making a creaking sound.
The chrysanthemums in the park are even more varied, including tender white curly hair, pale yellow petal headdress and gratifying purple hydrangea ... it's really amazing and colorful. She came to the orchard and achieved fruitful results.
There are big round yellow lanterns hanging on the grapefruit tree. Seen from a distance, it is gold and Huang Chengcheng. There are also rosy apples, shiny purple grapes and oily persimmons, which people can't help but pick and taste.
She came to the field, so the rice carried heavy ears and bent her back. And sorghum seems to be a shy young man, and he can't help blushing.
Autumn is full of joy of harvest and hope of success. This is autumn in my eyes-a season of harvest and beauty.
5. Write a composition on the topic of autumn in my eyes. The first paragraph describes flowers, the second paragraph describes grass and the third paragraph describes autumn in my eyes.
I like autumn. Autumn is beautiful. In my eyes, autumn is colorful and busy, and autumn is certainly a beautiful season.
In autumn, when the corn is ripe, a big corn on the corn stalk is wrapped in layers of corn bags, and layers of leaves are pulled open to reveal golden and full corn kernels, which are very smooth and big. In autumn, the corn stalks turn yellow like being touched by a girl in autumn. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew corn stalks, which fluttered with the wind and made a clatter. It's interesting, just like music played by musicians.
There are also fiery red sorghum in autumn, but sorghum is a little different. Its leaves are not all red, but green and yellow. From a distance, they are red, green and yellow, forming a colorful oil painting and flaming sorghum ears. They are hanging in the air and fluttering with the wind, and suddenly a gust of wind blows, splashing a red ocean and splashing layers of waves.
Of course, there are red, round and big apples in the autumn of harvest. There are also wild "grapes", which people call "wild grapes" and "Yuanyang". The round "wild grapes" are very delicious. There are trees in autumn, which are also very special. Pine trees, which are evergreen all the year round, have yellow leaves with the arrival of autumn, just like the leaves of poplar and elm. They are yellow, yellow, green and green together, as if they were painted with watercolor pens.
Very beautiful and colorful.
I like autumn in my eyes, its beauty, its color and its busyness.
6. Hello, I hope to adopt my autumn composition.
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It's late autumn and early winter. In my eyes, autumn is a beautiful and harvest season.
In the garden, clusters of chrysanthemums are colorful: some are curly like a little girl's hair, some are like big red hydrangeas, and some petals are like silver needles, slender and slender. ...
In the orchard, all kinds of fruits are ripe. Apples grow so big and red that they are crowded on the branches, and the branches are almost broken. Pomegranate is the happiest, and her stomach is cracked with laughter. Bananas are frightfully cold. As soon as the autumn wind blows, it quickly puts on a golden cotton-padded jacket.
In the Woods, the leaves of buttonwood trees fall one after another, as if to cover mother earth with a quilt. The maple leaves turned red, as if on fire. The whole forest has turned yellow, and only cypress and pine trees are still green.
On the Yuan Ye, the original green grass turned into piles of yellow hay. In the community, osmanthus flowers on the roadside are in full bloom, emitting bursts of fragrance. In the field, the vigorous growth of sorghum swayed like fire with the autumn wind. ...
Autumn is a season of beauty and harvest. It is a beautiful movement composed of the rustling of fallen leaves, the whistling of autumn wind and the laughter of farmers. I like autumn.
The second article
Autumn in my eyes came to us unconsciously, and the sun was shining. Mother Earth took off her red summer dress and put on her golden autumn dress.
When you come to the park in autumn, chrysanthemums come in different shapes and colors: yellow petals are like a girl's curly hair; Pink is like a fairy's gauze skirt, which comes and goes with the wind. Seen from a distance, chrysanthemums are as red as fire, as white as clouds and as pink as chardonnay. How exciting! Sister Feng also took off her green clothes and put on her red coat. What a beautiful scenery!
Autumn comes to the orchard, and the big round persimmons are covered with branches, like burning lanterns. Pomegranate is like a doll with a smiling face; Pears on the tree are shaking like thousands of bronze bells, and there is a faint sound of "ding dong ding dong", which seems to report mature good news to people.
Autumn came to the field, the wheat was ripe, the ears of wheat were heavy and bent; The beans turned yellow, and several golden beans shone like sleeping babies.
When autumn comes to campus, osmanthus trees are full of fragrance. When you walk into the campus, you can smell the fragrance. A gust of autumn wind blew, and the fallen leaves of buttonwood slowly fell down, as if laying a golden and thick carpet on the campus.
Ah! What a charming autumn scenery!
7. Autumn composition in my eyes has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I don't know when autumn has become synonymous with desolation.
I always feel pale, clear, sad, cold and sad. How lucky I am to witness tenderness in this beautiful autumn. Another leaf fell. She is not as amazing as the red leaves in Xiangshan, and she is no longer a green leaf full of vitality.
When she fell from the brave branch, she was finished. One after another, they used up their last strength and danced freely in the air, leaving the last beauty to the world. It was a release, the last release of life, and such a beautiful dance, I am afraid there is no comparison in the world.
And I, watching them fall from my side one by one, feel sad. Maybe, maybe I should float with them, but, but why, why can't I break the stem that is finally connected with it no matter how hard I struggle? My whole body turned a little red. Oh, I used to be a red leaf, a red leaf destined to be watched, destroyed and ruthlessly knocked down.
I am doomed not to have the right to die as freely as my partner, nor to have the same freedom as them. Suddenly, my stem broke, and I was separated from the branch I used to snuggle with.
A rustling autumn wind blew, and I drifted with it. Looking down, I saw a wheat field and a wheat yellow, so serene and calm, just rippling regularly with the wind, forming a sea of wheat color. Looking back, it turns out that the mountain where I once lived was so magnificent.
I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there. It's too late to realize now.
Looking at the majestic mountain that has faded green, at this moment, I can only look at him quietly and attentively for the last time. Because from now on, I will not dress up his leaves, and I have found my freedom.
I don't know when a forest path has reached my feet, and the thick fallen leaves on both sides set off this path, which is very northern. At the end of the road, what is that? Bright but not dazzling, is a gentle, gentle feeling.
It turned out to be the afterglow of the sunset. No, something seems to be greeting me. Yes, it's them, my friends.
It seems to be spewing boiling heat. I found them. I really found them. I no longer lament whether I am unlucky enough to be targeted. I no longer envy them for showing their last life in such a unique and beautiful way. I am no longer sad because of wandering. Because at this moment, I found them. Guys, I'm here, I'm back, I'm back at last.
In the thick yellow leaves, somehow, there is a red leaf. There seems to be something flashing in the setting sun. Maybe this is wrong. How can it be tears? How can the leaves cry? But it was a tear, a tear of a red leaf. She is so happy at the moment, even though her life is coming to an end.
8. Write a composition of not less than 500 words on the topic of autumn in my eyes. Autumn is coming.
Walking alone in the campus, a cool breeze brushed my cheek, with the fragrance of flowers and plants. Is it sweet? Looking up, the leaves on the tree are a little yellow, and the wind blows a few pieces of Ye Er dancing in the air, as if dancing with the autumn wind. Charming dance makes people have infinite reverie, many poets have been intoxicated by it, and now I am fascinated by it. I am not full of literary talent like a poet, nor can I write countless moving movements like a musician.
I am just an ordinary person, and I only know how to appreciate such a slightly sad scenery. Those yellow Ye Er flying all over the sky will eventually fall to the ground. That moment is the end of its life. Maybe no one cares about it anymore. Perhaps, we can only wait until the cleaners collect them and eventually turn them into fertilizer to nourish the green leaves in the coming year.
So is our life. The former lays a beautiful landscape for the latter, waiting for the latter to bloom more brilliant flowers. Li Qingzhao once said: "Life is an outstanding person, and death is a ghost."
A poem full of soul is most suitable for this situation! Last autumn, only a few people were walking on the path to school. That feeling is most suitable for autumn, bleak and deep. At that time, I always remembered the various styles of autumn sung by literati, which endowed autumn with 10 thousand feelings. There is the sadness of Li Houzhu, the king of national subjugation, that the moon is like a hook without a word, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the deep courtyard in the clear autumn, and there is also the sadness of Yi 'an laity that flowers float with the water.
No matter who you are, there will always be some feelings in the face of autumn, which can't be finished and can't be explained clearly. Even the "Double Ninth Festival" and "Dongli Bar" can hardly stop the autumn "curtain rolling west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers".
Even so, I still deeply love her persistence, with sadness and joy. The happiness of autumn comes from the fact that autumn is also a harvest season. After a year of hard work, we can get a bumper harvest in autumn. For us, at that time, we can also relax ourselves and enjoy the fruits of a year's hard work! So I think autumn is like life, with happiness and sadness.
If it is monotonous, it is not perfect, and autumn perfectly explains all this! I feel autumn in the autumn wind.
9. Autumn composition about autumn 400 words 1. Autumn wearing a golden suit, with light steps, quietly came to the world.
2. When I walked into the park, a burst of flowers came at me, looking for it. It turns out that sweet-scented osmanthus blooms, and white sweet-scented osmanthus is like a little star in the sky, beautifully dotted on the branches.
3. Walking into the orchard, apples are like red lanterns; A banana Huang Chengcheng; Pomegranate grinned with laughter; Oranges are on the branches. You squeeze me and touch me ...
4. Walking into the field, like the sorghum in the sea, the torch is raised, and the endless soybean rings two bells; In the paddy field, a piece of rice in Huang Chengcheng turned up with the autumn wind. In the green vegetable field, the full leaves are shining with crystal dew. ...
5. Walking into the forest, the forest is like wearing camouflage clothes, and the ginkgo trees are floating with yellow leaves, just like handfuls of small fans; Maple leaves drop a few red leaves, just like stamps; And evergreen pine and cypress ... look, how charming the autumn scenery is!
6. Autumn is the harvest season, because in autumn, many fruits and vegetables are ripe; Autumn is a cool season, because it is not as hot as summer, nor as cold as winter, and an autumn wind blows, which makes people feel relaxed and happy; Autumn is a beautiful season, because in autumn, some flowers bloom, leaves fall like butterflies, some turn yellow, others turn red … everything becomes colorful.
7. There was once a poet who described autumn like this: "When it is orange, yellow and green, you must remember it."
I like autumn because it symbolizes maturity and beauty.
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10. Write a composition of not less than 500 words on the topic of autumn in my eyes. Autumn is coming. Walking alone in the campus, a cool breeze brushed my cheek, with the fragrance of flowers and plants. Is it sweet? Looking up, the leaves on the tree are a little yellow, and the wind blows a few pieces of Ye Er dancing in the air, as if dancing with the autumn wind. Charming dance makes people have infinite reverie, many poets have been intoxicated by it, and now I am fascinated by it. I am not full of literary talent like a poet, nor can I write countless moving movements like a musician. I am just an ordinary person, and I only know how to appreciate such a slightly sad scenery.
Those yellow Ye Er flying all over the sky will eventually fall to the ground. That moment is the end of its life. Maybe no one cares about it anymore. Perhaps, we can only wait until the cleaners collect them and eventually turn them into fertilizer to nourish the green leaves in the coming year. So is our life. The former lays a beautiful landscape for the latter, waiting for the latter to bloom more brilliant flowers. Li Qingzhao once said: "Life is an outstanding person, and death is a ghost." A poem full of soul is most suitable for this situation!
Last autumn, only a few people were walking on the path to school. That feeling is most suitable for autumn, bleak and deep. At that time, I always remembered the various styles of autumn sung by literati, which endowed autumn with 10 thousand feelings. There is the sadness of Li Houzhu, the king of national subjugation, that the moon is like a hook without a word, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the deep courtyard in the clear autumn, and there is also the sadness of Yi 'an laity that flowers float with the water. No matter who you are, there will always be some feelings in the face of autumn, which can't be finished and can't be explained clearly. Even the "Double Ninth Festival" and "Dongli Bar" can hardly stop the autumn "curtain rolling west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers". Even so, I still deeply love her persistence, with sadness and joy.
The happiness of autumn comes from the fact that autumn is also a harvest season. After a year of hard work, we can get a bumper harvest in autumn. For us, at that time, we can also relax ourselves and enjoy the fruits of a year's hard work! So I think autumn is like life, with happiness and sadness. If it is monotonous, it is not perfect, and autumn perfectly explains all this!
Feel autumn in the autumn wind!