Autumn wind composition 1 autumn, a very unique season, gray-blue sky, hazy moonlight, vicissitudes of the trunk, painted a gorgeous color to an ordinary autumn, making it ordinary and revealing unique insights and beauty.
The previous end
In the autumn wind, mixed with a little chill, I stepped on the rustling path and felt very sad. Everything in the past, including beauty, including joy, including crying, is over. With more constraints, more rules, more discipline and the existence of dreams, we should work hard. Everyone should set their own goals and then work hard for them. Perhaps, we are all fragile children, unwilling to express and unwilling to give up.
The beginning of now
Squat down, pick up a fallen leaf and count the visible textures. I think life is so important that the wind comes and goes. How many little leaves are there to find their mother? This short and meaningful ceremony is neither grand nor gorgeous, but it seems a little depressing in the autumn wind, but the end of the past is also the beginning of the present. Leaves have fallen off and gone deep into the soil, which can also be used as nutrients. We will continue, start again, and there will be new winds.
Beauty of fallen leaves
Fallen leaves, without the fragrance of lemon, without the luxury of peony, without the purity of lily, without the nobility of lily of the valley, are just leaves falling from trees, and no one will know. But who knows its nobility, purity, luxury and fragrance? I think only a boring person like me will care! I am also like these fallen leaves, so I can find the beauty of them.
The story of autumn wind
Autumn wind, gently blowing, she said: the leaves in the wind are beautiful, without too many distractions. After a few turns, it is over, but at the same time, it is also a new beginning. ...
The end of autumn represents the coming of winter; Falling leaves are a new beginning.
Autumn wind's composition 2 stood on the bridge, and autumn wind stroked me with cold hands. I'm afraid it's the only person closest to me at the moment! The cool wind blows everything, trees, grass and flowers. They use their perseverance to resist, and when they win, they swing their strong and weak bodies. They danced, and the river banged. All exultation, all optimism.
Fog fills the air around the castle peak, and Dashan takes off the blue gauze skirt he used to wear and puts on a white autumn dress, but it is also very thin. In the autumn wind blowing, clothes ups and downs, there is always a feeling of elegance. Dashan always stands there, resisting the attack of autumn wind with its huge body, and everything is solemn and strong.
Seeing these scenes, I can't help but feel small. Everything around me is facing life with an optimistic and positive attitude, while I am sinking in the world. I hope not. I can't be overwhelmed by difficulties. The difficulties I face are like the autumn wind. One day, it will pass. I want to stand up and challenge the autumn wind. Don't be too pessimistic about life, or you will be crushed by the wheel of time. Difficulties are common, and I need to use a normal heart.
The autumn wind is still moving forward, as if to conquer the world, but it is as small as a grass and a flower is stubbornly resisting. Can its dream come true? I stood up and let the wind blow me. I'm not afraid, because everyone is resisting. I'm just a member of the group. I can't get rid of the collective anti-foreign spirit, nor can I get rid of the collective optimism. I used to leave the collective, but now I'm back! I want to overcome difficulties with them and become one of the optimists!
Dear friends! Don't be pessimistic, don't give up, see the rainbow after the storm, be confident, optimistic and be strong in the autumn wind!
The autumn wind composition 3 is windy, the branches are swaying outside the window, and the leaves are rustling. The window seems unwilling to be blown by the wind, and it has been making a "crash" sound as a protest against the wind. The night lost the tranquility of the past, and my dream was interrupted by the falling rain.
When I thought of "cooling down", I felt a chill all over, and I couldn't help but subconsciously wrap the quilt.
The wind blew all night, and there were few pedestrians on the road in the early morning. Only office workers are holding crooked umbrellas and stepping on fallen leaves all over the floor. Walk in a hurry.
This is my familiar hurried and familiar footsteps.
Once upon a time, the trees on both sides of the road were flourishing, but unfortunately the north wind shivered in the cold wind all night. Yellow leaves fluttered around in the wind. The tree is telling the pitiless desolation of the annual rings with its loneliness ~ ~ I finally realized: "If God is willing to give me" Hurry "again, I will cherish every hurry and cherish every hurried step without regrets."
The wind seemed to read my heart and finally became quiet.
Spring sprouts, summer flourishes, autumn withers, and leaves buried in the soil in winter seem to understand my heart. It told me affectionately: "don't feel sorry for me, life will continue, and I can feel at ease, because my life process is a wonderful process."
I praise the calmness of the leaves and the wave after wave of dedication. I feel that I have realized the true meaning of life in the sadness of late autumn. I feel that my stiff footsteps seem to have vitality again. I believe that the sky in late autumn is not clear and blue. But the sunshine in late autumn will make people warm and miss.
I can't help but feel that the wind blowing out of the window brings a little coolness, which drives the paper printed with complex exercises to turn forward and a very monotonous music notation flows out.
In fact, for the arrival of autumn, especially early autumn, most of me have no unnecessary feelings, only feel that the temperature is still appalling, but I have to sit in my seat respectfully, looking at the new book that still smells like light printing, and impulsively wiping a steady stream of sweat. When I looked at the camphor tree outside the window, the leaves were quiet, resenting how to put out the surging heat wave without blowing strong wind or anhydride shower.
When my foot inadvertently stepped on a fallen leaf that came from nowhere, I looked down at its pure leaf surface, which was no longer green, mixed with brown, and the clear veins had become somewhat unclear, as if life had passed halfway, and the slightly depressed state of summer had lost its infinite passion, thus falling with the autumn wind. I don't know whether the autumn leaves are the pursuit of the wind or the trees don't stay.
In a trance, the autumn wind has already blown. It is not as cold as the winter wind, nor as lazy as the summer wind, just with a little spring breeze. So I went back and looked at the playground. There is no golden color all over the ground, rendering the earth, but the autumn wind does blow away the melancholy of trees and the heat and monotonous green of summer.
As a result, I quietly remembered the autumn when I first came to No.5 Middle School. There is also a big camphor tree outside the classroom window, which occupies the whole line of sight. Every time the autumn wind blows, it makes an ethereal and crisp squeak. When I habitually look back, there is always a bleak taste of withering.
Autumn wind again, a little confused. Looking up again, it is not the big camphor tree that overflows my sight, but the students in the opposite teaching building are working hard. Nothing seems to have changed in No.5 Middle School, but I do know that it has changed from unfamiliar to familiar.