Autumn is beautiful. Autumn is like a painting, autumn is like a poem, autumn is like a song, autumn is like a beautiful fairy tale. Below is the prose I compiled to describe autumn. I hope it will be helpful to you! Chapter 1: Thank you for autumn
Autumn should be my favorite season. It does not make me restless like summer, nor does it make me feel like there is a large hole in my heart like winter does.
I like it. The sunset in autumn dusk slants across my face. The sadness that seems to be nothing in the sunset makes me unfinished. Occasionally, the freedom of a few flying birds across the sky makes me very satisfied. I like the mountains in the distance that have been kissed by the sunset, giving me a heavy feeling, as if there is nothing. I like the lonely tree standing under the autumn sunset. Just like me, it has a touch of sadness. Occasionally there is wind, it sways gently, quiet and elegant. Guo Jingming said: "Youth is a bright sadness." Then I think the autumn sunset is our youth, with bright sadness.
I like the trees with countless dead leaves on both sides of the road in autumn. They look dead, but I know that their souls are still there, sleeping quietly behind the old bark. I have no doubt that next spring they will wake up, shine and bloom again. I like the autumn wind, quiet and flying. It can change the color of wherever it goes without leaving any flaws. It can make the leaves in evening clothes dance lightly and fly. The autumn wind did not pass through my body, but flowed through the tips of my hair and between my fingers. . This proves that my soul is not empty. The autumn wind cools the air, turns the fallen leaves yellow, and blows away the hot summer heat. It also blows away people's hesitation and uneasiness in summer.
I like autumn nights. The air is clean and has a unique tranquility. On autumn nights, even if there is occasional noise, it is silent, just like a silent movie. Under the neon lights of the street, people continue to tell their stories, happy or sad. Although the autumn night is quiet, it is not as quiet and desolate as the winter night. It is peaceful, smiling, sentimental, and singing. In the autumn night, I think I will not be lonely even if I am alone. Because autumn gives each of us a pair of wings to soar in the dark night.
I like the autumn sky. It is not too bright like the winter sky. It can also cover its sadness with a few clouds. Don't let others see that the autumn sky can be as still as still water. There is no impurity on the blue, pure and true.
Autumn has brought back the beauty I lost bit by bit. I think I should be grateful to it.
"I always carry your loving smile, looking for the beauty I lost along the way..." Chapter 2: Intoxicating Autumn
The autumn breeze brings refreshing, autumn colors are pleasant, autumn The girl came quietly with light steps. So light, as if you didn't notice that she was already by your side. Everything in nature is changing. The weather is getting colder, but the plants are as warm as fire.
What is competing for the change is the change of various trees. They are like models on a catwalk, changing their colors as they come and go, vying to be the first to show off their charming fashions. Red like fire, yellow like gold, orange like clouds... On the streets, people's clothes are also changing. Colorful autumn clothes decorate the streets and alleys, adding beautiful scenery to the small county.
The sun is no longer as hot as in summer. People who have been hiding all summer begin to chase the sun and enjoy the feeling of sunbathing. Let the sun shine on their faces, making it warm and itchy.
The sky is blue, so deep and so quiet. Occasionally there are white clouds passing by, but they are also so pure, for fear of staining the faint blue.
Autumn is the harvest season. In the fields and on the hillsides, hard-working farmers are busy working, harvesting the fruits of the year's harvest. I can't see enough of the golden corn, the fiery red sorghum, the heavy pumpkins, and the round big red dates...
Everything in autumn is so intense, and it suddenly reminds me of Monet’s famous painting "Harvest Season". I think that only a world-class master like that can depict the touching moment of autumn. Chapter Three: Autumn Style
The autumn wind blows slowly, and even the big trees seem to be swaying in the autumn wind. The sparse branches are like wildly dancing whips whipping something in the air, and the dead leaves are separated from the branches. , dancing wildly with the autumn wind, floating down, a few dead leaves scattered on my father and me. It's getting cold! My father sighed, stretched out his broad and thick hands and gently patted the fallen leaves off my body. I raised my head and looked at my father, and I quietly felt his every move. Although my father's expression was still as serious as usual, there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.
When I came back from school this time, I suddenly found that my father was much older than before. His black hair, which used to be dominant, was now gone. His white hair covered the wrinkles on his forehead, his eye sockets were sunken, and his eyes were cloudy. It's not clear, it's not as spirited as before. I vaguely felt that something might have happened at home, but my father didn’t want to tell me. My mother quietly told me during dinner that the factory contracted by my father went bankrupt, and the loan of more than 100,000 yuan was wasted. The accountant in the factory disappeared with tens of thousands of yuan worth of goods. The successive disasters left the factory with insufficient funds. Difficulty functioning properly.
As a result, my father, who was already in poor health, became even more haggard. I understood it immediately! I didn't mention it in front of my father, I just pretended to know nothing about it. My mother has no job, and my sister and I are in high school. My father has never mentioned the ups and downs in these years in front of the whole family. As we grow up, we understand and understand the difficulty of life. Since he doesn’t want me to know this, This thing is afraid of affecting my study, and why should I pierce this layer of paper and add burden to him! The father who has never revealed his difficulties in front of us is actually the strongest. I believe he will be able to overcome this difficulty. So, Sunday afternoon, I'm going back to school. My father insisted on sending me to the station in the afternoon and I had no objection.
The autumn wind is still blowing, blowing on my father and me. The branches dance with the wind, making a rustling sound.
“Have you packed your things?” My father said as he took out three hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it to me.
"It's packed." I felt depressed for a moment and took it. I touched the eight yuan and fifty cents left in my pocket and took out two hundred yuan from the three hundred yuan without any worries. He handed it to his father, "There is still a lot of money left last time. You don't need to bring so much this time."
"Take it!" The father pushed the money back, "I want to eat at school. Just buy whatever you want, don’t save money. You don’t have to worry about things at home, just concentrate on your studies.”
I felt sad and my nose felt hot. I lowered my head and was afraid of what my father would see. I controlled it. Controlling his emotions, he raised his head and pushed the money to his father again. He smiled and said, "Dad, do you think I am a waste of money? You really don't need to bring so much. What if I lose it?"
"Okay, call me when you have no money." The father took back the hundred yuan after a moment of depression, and then added after a pause, "I will take you directly to the station on my motorcycle. "Okay."
"The station is not far away, I can just walk there." I refused my father, after all, his health was not good recently.
"I'll give it to you." The father still insisted.
The autumn wind blew loudly, blowing on the face like a blade accidentally scratching the face. Only the bare branches swayed in the autumn wind.
"Is it cold?" My father suddenly stopped the car and turned around to ask me.
"A little bit." I said with a trembling body. As he said that, my father took off his coat and put it on me. I looked at my father blankly.
"Wait a little longer, we will be at the station soon." After saying that, my father, who was wearing single clothes, started to drive the motorcycle, as if he would not give me a chance to refuse.
"I'm fine." I took off my father's coat and put it on my father again. "It's fine. Besides, we'll be at the station soon. Dad, you have to take care of yourself!" I felt my father's body tremble slightly.
We arrived at the station soon, and my father had to wait for the bus to arrive before leaving. I advised: "Dad, go back. It's windy today, so don't move your body." As I spoke, the bus arrived.
"Get in the car, it's warm." My father started the motorcycle, but it never started. "When it gets cold, you should pay attention to your health, wear more clothes, and buy whatever you want to eat. If you don't have money, If so, call me."
The bus also started, and the driver urged me to get on the bus. I looked at my father and said, "I understand, Dad, you should also take care of your health. Everything is difficult at the beginning. There will inevitably be some difficulties when you first contract the factory. I believe you will be able to solve it."
My father heard what I said. , suddenly became cheerful, "What am I afraid of? I haven't seen any big storms in these years. It's better if you are sensible!" Although the eyes are serious, there is clearly a trace of kindness in them. "Go up." My father finally told me.
I got on the bus back to school. Without warning, I turned around and saw that my father had not left, but was watching me gradually disappear. Gradually, the father's figure became smaller and smaller, slowly blurred, and finally disappeared in the autumn wind. Although it is autumn, I feel warm in my heart. I open the car window and let the autumn wind blow gently on my face and heart. It is clear that it is gentle and warm. Taking my head back, I closed my eyes and meditated quietly, meditating... Chapter 4: Autumn
It has arrived in late autumn, and the weather is very cold. An autumn rain has come, and the old and yellow leaves all fall with deep green. The autumn wind gets cooler every day; everything is silent. The fallen trees in the distant mountains were as bare as the remains of a fish bone. There are only patches of deep colors left on the grassy slopes of the mountains, large areas of purple, yellow, and light green. Like Picasso's paintings, the colors appear so abrupt. But I feel more like Van Gogh, not just like his beloved Huang paintings, but more like him. A person whose life ends with only autumn and no winter.
Autumn is so lonely and silent, making people feel such hysterical resistance. It uses such bleak colors to show its strange beauty after prosperity, which is indifferent and solemn. The heavy strokes on the yellowed paper were so shocking. The withered yellow weeds sway with the wind, the ground is covered with frost, and the fallen leaves are pierced with thin jade, which are like teardrops under the sun. It's so beautiful, heartbreakingly beautiful, and bone-breakingly beautiful. A touch that sent a bone-chilling chill. It is the scenery in the ice, transparent but inaccessible. It is also like a window grille in winter, which can’t help but let anyone get close to it.
Qiu is like a late beauty, with residual makeup on her face, and beautiful rouge on her yellow face. There was disdain in his eyes and unwillingness in his heart. After all the splendor, she tried her best to continue the prosperity and seize all the remaining colors. She wanted to hold on to all the traces of beauty, even if it was not lost at all. Because she was so flamboyant and arrogant. I don’t want to be left with only the remaining memories and the desolation of reality, even though it is just in vain. Because no one can change destiny. So she was even more helpless, powerless, and so vulnerable.
The fading and lonely beauty in autumn is destiny. Perhaps we should let go, be free and easy, and greet and embrace the terrible tranquility with a heart without attachment. Allow all the dust to settle, even if it is difficult to deal with the sea, your heart should change with the circumstances. The seasons come and go, and destiny never reincarnates. Let's change this and hope to be relieved.