Here are some scenery compositions for reference:
Autumn’s steps are just like spring, they are also silent. She comes to us quietly without giving you any hint.
A person is walking along the corridor of the campus, a cool breeze blows by, mixed with the smell of flowers and plants, it is sweet, oh, no, it is fragrant. Occasionally I raised my head and found that the leaves on the tree were yellow, and the metasequoia was dancing with the wind.
The flying leaves in mid-air are very beautiful, which makes people have infinite reverie. The poet is intoxicated by it, and I am also fascinated by it. I am not a poet, and I do not have the poetry of a poet. I'm not a writer either, and I don't have the words of a writer. I'm just an ordinary person. When the wind blows the leaves to the ground, it can't help but create a sense of sadness. The leaves flying all over the sky always fall to the ground. At that moment, it is the end of their lives, and no one cares about them anymore. Perhaps, only sanitation workers will sweep them into a ball and take them to another world. Perhaps they will be buried deep in the soil forever and turn into ashes.
I am as ordinary and inconspicuous as the fallen leaves.
At night, a person lies on the roof of the building and looks at the stars in the sky. They are also so ordinary. Twinkle and twinkle, although ordinary, they always have their own light. Although it is small, you still have your own wealth. I love this starry sky, so clean and pure, just like our hearts.
Time flies by minute by second, and the breath of autumn becomes stronger.
The rain was pattering, and I hid in bed in the morning. The warmth, comfort, and soft big bed gave me spiritual comfort. Because sleeping is one of the great pleasures in life. Helpless, after the alarm clock rang three times, I habitually turned it off, got up, and went to class.
Hurrying through the rain holding an umbrella. I don't have the habit of holding an umbrella when it rains lightly. Walking in the rain is romantic and enjoyable.
When the sky cleared up, I went up to the roof to look at the stars, only to find that the night sky was not as bright as before, with a hint of sadness.
Autumn, perhaps "frost leaves are as red as February flowers" is the most beautiful praise for her.
Autumn Wind·Autumn Rain·Autumn Leaves
When I was a child, I had a vague concept of the four seasons. I only know that spring is warm, summer is hot, autumn is cool, and winter is cold. As time goes by, people gradually grow up, and slowly I fall in love with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers in spring; I fall in love with playing in the pool and the excitement of ice cream in summer; I fall in love with making snowmen, having snowball fights, and watching the snow scene in winter... ...Only autumn makes me feel boring. Especially in the autumn in my hometown, I only see the leaves turning yellow and falling one by one all day long. Apart from boredom, there is at most just a hint of sadness.
Since learning English, I have named the four seasons of the year. Spring is called "warm", summer is called "hot", autumn is called "cool" and winter is called "cold". Maybe it’s because the name of autumn is cooler, I have a little fondness for it.
When I was in high school, my Chinese teacher said that autumn in my hometown is the most beautiful season of the year. I wasn't completely convinced at the time and was always a bit skeptical. But since then, I have begun to observe and feel autumn.
Autumn rain often falls, thinly and densely. The wind mixed with the rain, and the rain followed the wind and drifted. The rain gently washed everything on the earth, making the ground shiny and full of raindrops seeping out from the leaves. By dusk, the wind and rain slowed down. The sun climbed out of the clouds again, sending her afterglow to the earth. Under the reflection of the soft sunlight, the yellow leaves reveal a faint reddish color, just like the beautiful cheeks of a shy girl.
Where the autumn wind blows, the leaves will make a "rustle" sound, which is very pleasant. When the wind is strong, the yellow leaves will break free from the shackles of the tree and dance with the wind, as if they are beautiful. yellow butterflies, singing and dancing to the accompaniment of the wind. At this time, there happened to be three or two people walking through the falling yellow leaves. Isn't this a beautiful scene? But it was so fleeting, like a flash in the pan. Before I had time to appreciate it carefully, it disappeared.
I regret this short-lived beauty, and even more pity the strong autumn leaves. It struggles so hard to get rid of the constraints of the big tree, but doesn't it know that the fallen leaves will eventually return to their roots? Is it worth burying yourself under the deep roots forever for such a short-term freedom? But I also thought, maybe this is the spirit of Qiuye. Their real purpose of breaking free from the shackles of the big tree may not be to be free in that moment. They are to inject themselves into the roots of the tree for the last time, so that the big tree can have sufficient nutrients in the cold winter. In the spring of the coming year, new, stronger and new leaves will grow on the branches. Aren’t those new leaves exactly what they were back then? Thinking of this, I feel proud of autumn leaves again. I didn't expect them to have the idea of ??"sustainable development". It's incredible. Perhaps it is given by the mysterious nature.
The spring wind makes people sleepy; the summer wind makes people feel hot and uncomfortable; the winter wind makes people feel bitingly cold. Only the autumn wind makes people feel refreshed. It is neither stuffy nor cold, and can make people sober up. I simply doubt that the autumn wind has the effect of refreshing the mind. Coupled with the cool autumn rain, this is the perfect introduction to medicine, and a pair of precious "natural medicinal herbs" may be formed.
Qiu Feng and Qiu Yu may be the most perfect pair in the world.
The autumn wind blows the autumn rain, and the autumn rain accompanies the autumn wind. They can make everything in the world reflect a crystal luster and reflect the elegance of autumn. Maybe they can cut out a beautiful autumn picture. Looking at their figures, I can't help but sigh: the autumn wind blows and the autumn rain flies; the autumn wind is refreshing and the autumn rain is cool.
Autumn wind, autumn rain, autumn leaves. None of them alone can show their beauty. What they express is an overall beauty, a harmonious beauty. Without wind, the rain will not fly and the leaves will not dance; without rain, the wind will not be moist and the leaves will not be shy; without leaves, the wind will appear monotonous and the rain will appear dull. Only when they are combined skillfully can they form a beautiful painting and an exquisite poem - autumn.
Nature has given us the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers in spring, the prosperity of summer, the beautiful snow scenery in winter, and of course it will not forget to give us autumn. Thus, she gave autumn mystery and beauty. It seems that nature does not favor anyone.
I also understood a truth from it: people have similar talents. If you want to surpass others and achieve extraordinary achievements, I am afraid you have to suffer extraordinary hardships.
Autumn makes me appreciate its beauty, and also makes me realize some truths.
Autumn is really fruitful.
Autumn
Autumn is here. The sky is high and the clouds are clear. In the blue sky, geese fly to the south in groups. Sometimes they line up in a "one" shape, sometimes they line up In the shape of "人".
In autumn, most of the leaves gradually turn yellow, and some have withered. Only the maple leaves turn red, fiery red, adding a beautiful scenery to the autumn. It is really "frost" "The leaves are red and the flowers are in February"!
In autumn, most flowers have lost their former glory and their petals have fallen, but all kinds of chrysanthemums are in full bloom, decorating the city and beautifying the environment.
Autumn is the season when crops mature, and it is also the farmer’s favorite season. The sorghum blushed, the corn grinned, the yellow corn kernels looked like golden beans, the millet smiled and bent over, bowing to us, the soybeans were blown by the wind and made a sound.
Autumn is so nice, I love autumn.
Autumn
Unconsciously, autumn has arrived. Many migratory birds flew slowly to the south in groups. Among them, the wild geese sometimes flew in a "one" shape, and sometimes flew in a "human" shape. The autumn sky is so beautiful.
In autumn, most of the leaves have turned yellow, but the maple leaves have become fiery red. The autumn wind blows, and some maple leaves dance like beautiful butterflies in the air. This makes spring more beautiful. Beautiful.
In autumn, the color of most flowers has become lighter, the petals have withered, and they have lost their former glory. But the chrysanthemums are competing for beauty, exuding the fragrance of flowers in the autumn wind.
In the fields, the corn has matured, some corn has been harvested, and some corn is standing in the cold wind, looking forward to being harvested by the farmer uncle as soon as possible; the sorghum is also turning red at this time. The face and the millet also bent over with a smile... They seemed to be thanking the farmer uncle.
Autumn is a beautiful season, I like autumn.
Autumn Rhythm
The breeze comes slowly, and the fallen leaves dance lightly. Blowing away the heat of summer and bringing in the coolness of autumn, the autumn girl dances in a golden gauze, dancing with a pleasant autumn rhythm.
In the blink of an eye, the emerald green turns to golden, and everything is quietly changing. The emerald green in the courtyard is filled with dazzling golden yellow. Under the sunshine and the caress of the autumn wind, it dances and sways freely, flashing the brilliance of autumn and shaking the fruits of autumn; the willow statue outside the door This wanderer looked particularly tired after experiencing the wind and rain, and began to slowly fall asleep. Green leaves were falling, falling in the water, and falling on the ground, making various strange noises, as if he was mourning his own withering. Crying is like rejoicing for the greenness of the coming year. Only by taking a full rest can the next year be green again. Picking up a stone and throwing it into the water, the river seems to have calmed down a lot like a naughty child. It no longer stirs up waves and flowers, adding a few more flowers. Mature and calm, still following its own trajectory, the moonlit night keeps flowing into the distance, with twists and turns on the way, and occasionally lingering, as if it is nostalgic for the noise of summer, as if it corresponds to the vitality of spring, and as if it embellishes the charm of autumn. , it carries people's hopes, full of their own pursuits, and perseverance.
It has changed, and the autumn scenery looks particularly noble and cheerful.
The body must move before it moves. With the footsteps of autumn, the pedestrians on the street also change their appearance, taking off the briskness of summer and replacing it with the warmth of autumn. Let the autumn wind mess up their hair. The fallen leaves rustle when blown, but people's relaxed and happy faces cannot be blown away. In the autumn scenery, people feel warm and heart-warming.
The autumn wind blows away the laziness of summer, leaving only the coolness of autumn; it blows away the hot sun of summer, allowing the sunshine of autumn to shine on all living things. People in the autumn scenery are also particularly light and noble.
The green mountains all over the mountains and plains are also clustered with golden colors at your fingertips. From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, the mountains are inlaid with golden color. There are still bits of green adding luster to the autumn scenery. It turns out that the remaining green is still brewing the joy of summer. Passion, Xia's soul lingers.
The road remains the same, the steps remain the same, people’s moods change with the seasons, and the only thing that remains unchanged is the eternal faith. The journey lacks the colorful summer, but it is filled with: "A crane lining up the clouds in the clear sky will attract people." The hearty atmosphere of "poetry reaches the blue sky".
Follow the four seasons, walk through the golden autumn, and move forward without regrets!
In autumn, get close to the sunshine
The dawn is still in full swing, and the air in the countryside in the mountains is very clear. The dew is thick, slightly stretching the hazy shadow in the heavy heart, walking out of the deep night. After being tossed and turned, I was already in a daze on the edge of the horizon.
The choking smell of flue-cured tobacco is vaguely drawn out from the dark wooden building - grandpa's room...
The autumn sunshine is still lingering in my murmurs. , the wind has already sorted out the heavy footsteps in the terraces. Now, dew is the first witness of sunshine, just silently refracting. While the warmth of the sun was still in Grandpa's quilt. The staggering steps hit the stone road quickly and rhythmically, and the bamboo poles came with heavy groans.
"I came to this world to see the sunshine."
I just want to leave the remaining warmth under the autumn sunshine, but I am covered with cotton clothes. Find the hottest latitude and longitude and sit there and see how long the sunshine lasts. Looking at the shirtless man carrying grain. I still don't feel warm enough. But in my heart I am dissatisfied with the weakness of today's young people. Memories make people feel hot all over at this time. In the trance, the rice drying in front of me is evaporating the hardships and joys of the past as well as the destiny of the future. Suddenly, Grandpa was pecked out of his memory by a few old hens. He held the bamboo broom in his hand and drew an arc in mid-air, but it didn't end well. There was a long tobacco pipe hung with a horn bag, and the fire had already been extinguished. Pick the end of the cigarette pipe, take a few puffs, and then take a sip of the bitterness of the long years - it must be the sour fish and sour meat that has been marinated for a long time. Knock on the sole of the cloth shoe, everything is over? !
In front of me, the wind and rain bridge that has gone through many vicissitudes and been rebuilt several times is still there; rows of newly painted, row upon row, well-proportioned stilted buildings are harmonious; In the distance that passed... only the sunshine was still warm and belonged to me. Was there ever a time when someone else should tell your story? Destination? Are you still not tired at ninety? The memory slowly fades away, leaving to our descendants the memories of enjoying the cool air under the moonlit night.
Look at the bluestone in the sky and count with your fingers - it’s a crisp autumn day.
So it was shaped into a statue, and the sunshine every day made me feel comfortable and confused...
A bowl of sweet potato wine with a meal can keep out the cold, soothe and rejuvenate the muscles and bones. Then the Xiaoyao Bamboo Chair is your destination for the day. In the blurred sunlight, I counted my long white beard; I grasped the dry tobacco pipe that had been molded into a bronze color; I held up "Three Kingdoms" and "Water Margin" and let the sunshine whiten and dry the plot of the novel.
You always want to get rid of your worries, so you are stubborn and nagging like sunshine, which may be repetitive, monotonous or straightforward. But I am a servant of the sunshine, loyal to you, and the sunshine always bathes you with warmth. Every time I walk into the setting sun with you, I capture the lost desolation. The falling leaves danced and sang elegy, gently falling from our feet...
I will accompany you on this road, but it is not far away!
I heard that autumn has come
The afternoon sun is no longer scorching. I am walking on the quiet road. The tall French paulownia trees on both sides are silent. But, by chance, a leaf falls. In front of my feet, with a face that is not completely withered and a prostrate posture, I sadly completed my wandering journey. I stood still and felt no sadness in my heart. Having accepted the changes in time and space, I could naturally look at the safety in this reincarnation from afar.
However, sometimes, memory is like a boat with sails hoisted. When it goes with the current, it goes straight down thousands of miles.
I held the phone for a moment and then put it down again.
The swaying group of pendulums floated silently, and the high heels made a thin sound. It was ethereal and light. Perhaps, it is more intimate to talk about a love with the earth. At any moment, it is there. Listen to the answer in your heart.
All it takes is one turn, the city is busy with traffic, the pace is hurried, and the changes of the seasons cannot be seen.
Who really pays attention to this? The real autumn is in the heart, changeable, but not changeable.
Autumn in the suburbs will be more lingering. I'm thinking about it, and I'm telling you this.
Perhaps everything is desolate, but I still choose the word lingering and look at it with a peaceful mind. The green grass everywhere also has vitality. What’s more, I will see the withered beauty, and I can hear it. The sound of the petiole leaving the branch was loud and tragic.
Don’t say that I am a too calm person. I am defenseless when facing nature, and I usually lose myself and my emotions.
So, I choose the feasting here, sitting across from you, holding a coffee, smiling charmingly, no matter how dazzling the light is, it is illusion, but my thinking is getting clearer and clearer, please forgive me. I have passed the age of weaving colorful fairy tales for myself.
You said that the coffee here can have intoxicating patterns. I shook my head. It is still Mandheling. As always, there is no motivation for me to change. It seems that I have known you from the beginning to now. forever.
Like autumn, it decays bit by bit and shrinks bit by bit, but it is unforgettable.
You still like autumn so much, and you are still so independent from the world.
I looked at the text message in my hand and raised the corner of my mouth. These four words were so serious and had nothing to do with me.
At this moment, I am standing in front of a dry river bed, with a sea of ??reeds in front of me. Sometimes, I don’t know where my heart will exile me. I am looking for it in this strange place. Familiar footsteps.
Many times, I like strangers. No matter what mood I am in, there is an initial novelty.
I can face you calmly, I can speak frankly, but no one can stop the touch in my heart. Through your gaze, my figure is boundless.
I can't interact with you, I can only stay apart like this, just like we can't travel through autumn, and autumn can't replace the years.
Or, we are not in the same carrier at all, just like birds and fish, falling in love for a moment, but leaving eternal sadness.
I don’t want to be sad, I want my elegance, beauty and nobility.
I dodge a style, and finally dodge into a scene in your heart.
It is these white reed flowers that sting my eyes, blur my sight, and my heart is far, far away.
I have never forgotten that we climbed a mountain in autumn.
There are dense trees, melodious birdsong, and dilapidated temples.
I wear a garland of flowers on my head. I can’t name it, or I don’t have a name at all. My hair is straight, I like to smile, and I look like an elf on that empty mountain.
I don’t know the depth of each other.
At this time, I appreciate those fox fairies even more, they smell like fireworks and are brave.
I followed you in a zigzag manner, holding on to that warm hand tightly, as if I had no words. We were all buried by the autumn water and mountains. Unfortunately, before we became fossils, Can't have the same cocoon.
I sat quietly on the top of the mountain and said goodbye lightly. That time, I took nothing with me when the mountain was full of beauty. That time, I took nothing with me except the reflection in your eyes that became smaller and farther away. Nothing left.
After that time, my smile became as thin as a mountain shrouded by the strong wind.
The cold rain has been falling for three days and three nights. I don’t know who is complaining about whom, so I find a pink sweater to decorate my pale face.
At this point, the pen in my hand is trembling slightly.
I prefer to imagine that this vast autumn water is filled with tiny thoughts.
I held an umbrella and walked through the high and low buildings to buy pizza at the entrance of the community. The large glass on the window was weeping, with a slightly curved path. The people inside were thoughtful and paused temporarily. The purpose of coming down is to capture something. To forget it requires the same courage as to take it away. But people outside are looking for it, and it is not as simple as finding an exit or entrance.
Just like that, sometimes you can grab a handful of air with your bare hands and still be able to interpret the romantic and romantic scenes like the passage of time.
Resist it for a moment, feeling the vast sadness in my heart.
From autumn to autumn
The fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus permeates the ancient Yao Village, and the round persimmons mature in the mountains.
You are harvesting the golden autumn in a piece of green tiles. A black coarse cloth shirt with patterns embroidered with five-color silk threads. I wonder, do you have a silver medal decorated with silk on your chest? But I know that there must be a light green bracelet on your wrist.
The clatter of horse hooves gently bumped against the stone road, and the prodigal son from the end of the world floated like duckweeds.
The wooden door is ajar, and your back is working in the autumn sun. Coming from a foreign land, I accidentally merged into your picture.
Your tenderness touches my heartstrings, and your innocence makes me love and pity. It seems like my long-lost hometown has the girl in my dreams. I am willing to spend my whole life exiled here in the mountains.
I want to be with you and never leave you. Don’t live a grand life. A glass of boiled water is best. You can add condiments as needed in the future.
We built our small dwelling under the mountains near the water. The bamboo fence courtyard wall is covered with colorful flowers. In the courtyard, there is a laurel tree with lush leaves and branches. During the day, you make nvhong under the tree, and I make rice wine under the tree. At night, we snuggled up there and counted the stars and looked at the moon.
Oh, the autumn wind, the moonlight, the fragrance of flowers, and the whispering under the laurel trees.
Outside the courtyard, there is a lush forest of persimmon trees. When the persimmons are ripe, we pick them with our own hands, paddle bamboo rafts, choose a day with drizzle and white mist, and go to the city to exchange for rice. Salt. The bamboo hat is held low and the raincoat is tightly draped. If nothing else, I love this poetic and imaginary tea river. "Hi-Nun, Hi-Nun, Hei-Yay-luo," you sang the mountain song, and I blew the Konoha.
As long as I have you, even simple meals will be sweet. We grind rice flour together and make oil tea together. Brine, drainage, taro, and your favorite mugwort cake. "Hey, hey, hey, hey," the millstone turns slowly, and the wooden hammer hits hard...
Autumn is the season of dreams, and waking up from a dream is like morning dew. Autumn is the day when we first met, a fruitless encounter.
The sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant and the persimmons are red. For two years, from autumn to autumn, your back in your wedding dress disappeared among the blue tiles. I lost my picture with you. You lost that silver medal embellished with silk.
I vaguely remember a light green bracelet on your wrist. I could vaguely hear the clatter of horse hooves, gradually getting further away.
Oh, rice noodles, persimmons, camellia oleifera, and endless nostalgia
Autumn Rhythm
The breeze comes slowly, and the fallen leaves are dancing lightly. . Blowing away the heat of summer and bringing in the coolness of autumn, the autumn girl dances in a golden gauze, dancing with a pleasant autumn charm.
In the blink of an eye, the emerald green turns to golden, and everything is quietly changing. The emerald green in the courtyard is filled with dazzling golden yellow. Under the sunshine and the caress of the autumn wind, it dances and sways freely, flashing the brilliance of autumn and shaking the fruits of autumn; the willow statue outside the door This wanderer looked particularly tired after experiencing the wind and rain, and began to slowly fall asleep. Green leaves were falling, falling in the water, and falling on the ground, making various strange noises, as if he was mourning his own withering. Crying seems to be rejoicing for the greenness of the coming year, but it has become an eternal belief. The journey lacks the heavily made-up summer, but is filled with the hearty atmosphere: "A crane in the clear sky will lead to poetry in the blue sky."
Follow the four seasons, walk through the golden autumn, and move forward without regrets!
Only by taking enough rest can you be green again in the coming year; pick a stone and throw it into the water hard, and the river will seem to have calmed down a lot like a naughty child, no longer stirring up waves and flowers, adding a bit of maturity and calmness. Still following its own trajectory, the moonlit night keeps flowing into the distance, with twists and turns on the way, and occasionally lingering, as if it is nostalgic for the noise of summer, as if it echoes the vitality of spring, and as if it embellishes the charm of autumn. It carries People's hopes are filled with their own pursuits and they are persistent.
It has changed, and the autumn scenery looks particularly noble and cheerful.
The body must move before it moves. With the footsteps of autumn, the pedestrians on the street also change their appearance, taking off the briskness of summer and replacing it with the warmth of autumn. Let the autumn wind mess up their hair. The fallen leaves rustle when blown, but people's relaxed and happy faces cannot be blown away. In the autumn scenery, people feel warm and heart-warming.
The autumn wind blows away the laziness of summer, leaving only the coolness of autumn; it blows away the hot sun of summer, allowing the sunshine of autumn to shine on all living things. People in the autumn scenery are also particularly light and noble.
The green mountains all over the mountains and plains are also clustered with golden colors at your fingertips. From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, the mountains are inlaid with golden color. There are still bits of green adding luster to the autumn scenery. It turns out that the remaining green is still brewing the joy of summer. Passion, Xia's soul lingers.
The road remains the same, the steps remain the same, people’s moods change with the seasons, and the only thing that remains unchanged is the eternal faith. The journey lacks the colorful summer, but it is filled with: "A crane lining up the clouds in the clear sky will attract people." The hearty atmosphere of "poetry reaches the blue sky".
Follow the four seasons, walk through the golden autumn, and move forward without regrets! Autumn morning
On a crisp autumn morning, the sky is blue and green, and the sun rises joyfully from the east. Under the bright sunshine, the golden chrysanthemums are waving to me, and some are nodding to me. The canna in the garden is also like a princess, dancing gracefully.
After I got up, I looked out the back window and saw that the trees were all covered with red lanterns. oh! It turns out that the persimmons are ripe. I couldn't wait to pick one and taste it. It was so sweet, almost sweeter than honey. As I walked on the road, the alluring scent of osmanthus hit my nostrils. Look, the fields are full of golden rice and yellow corn, which is really enviable. Looking up, the birds are chirping, as if they are singing golden autumn poems. The leaves were also withered and yellow. A gust of autumn wind blew by, and the leaves fell to the ground like dancing butterflies. Picking up a piece and touching it, I remembered the poem "It turns into spring mud to protect the flowers." Although it has died, it has given birth to new life and created good fertile soil for the new grass in the coming year.
As time goes by, I can’t help but think that I still have to go to school. He hurriedly picked up his schoolbag and ran to school. It's still early, so let me appreciate the beautiful campus first! Look, although the grass is not as green as before, the yellow withered grass and the green grass together look like a bright carpet, and the students are still chasing and playing on it!
The fountains in the garden also emit waterfalls, water columns, splashes and other strange shapes from time to time. It’s so fun! The tree at this time was dry and dry. To the touch, it's rough and breaks into several parts from time to time. I only heard people say: "The plan for the year lies in spring." I think it is "The plan for the year lies in autumn." Because autumn is the season of maturity and harvest, and it is a good season for people to enjoy all the fruits.
Autumn is full of lovely autumn leaves and beautiful fruits. I love them.
But I love this fulfilling and beautiful golden autumn even more