In ordinary study, work, and life, everyone has written compositions, and they must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. Writing compositions is to cultivate people’s observation, association, imagination, and thinking skills. and important means of memory. How to write an essay to avoid making mistakes? Below is my carefully compiled essay on Fallen Leaves for the first year of high school. You are welcome to read it. I hope you all like it. Fallen Leaves Grade 1 Composition 1
I walked slowly through this beautiful land. A vicissitudes of old song awakened my entire childhood, still uncomfortable. It feels like there are too many things piled up in my heart that I can’t let go of, but when I think about it carefully, I don’t have any. Only I can feel my own life, and the thought of emptiness after passing away makes me afraid. People don’t need to be someone to experience someone. Has this awareness never begun? When I myself was wasted by an unexpected fate, it was over.
I can’t bear to be proud, I am still too young in front of the world. I am babbling, my ignorance is over, my rebellious youth is over, but I don’t even have the joy at the beginning of my life. But now, I can only fill my empty heart with bitter words. Covering up has become my truest face.
Some people say: Life is too short, why bother with persistence. But I like to walk on deserted trails and enjoy the extraordinary scenery I may encounter alone. I also like to write different articles and write about the most real encounters. What's the point of copying someone else's? The beautiful scenery is waiting for you to pay your respects again? What is love?
I have been frustrated frequently on the road to learning painting. I started to hesitate, but found that I had already gone in the wrong direction. I got angry with my best friend, was criticized by my teacher, argued with my parents, and was wrongly accused by others. Just write a few words on the paper and continue on the road of life with your head held high. I'm in pain too. But with you I have strength. I don’t want to...
Like Tolstoy, painfully repent on his deathbed? I wish I could listen to my heart. Except the heartbeat remains the same. Maybe one day many years later, I will hear in my heart not “dong dong” but petals blooming and buds opening.
I walked slowly through this beautiful land. The leaves were still falling slowly, but there were no traces of people. Fallen Leaves Grade 1 Composition 2
The sky outside the window looked darker through the glass window, and my mood became depressed due to its influence.
The wind was still blowing, there was no sound of leaves being blown by the wind, only the whistling sound of wind beside the window. The students in the classroom were all working on the questions quietly, and I was the only one who twisted my neck and looked out the window. I can't describe the scene outside the window at this moment, because I am too short of words. But I still want to write it down. The trees outside the window are extremely tall and tall. I think they must have grown here for many years, but the branches appear old after experiencing countless wind, sun, and rain, and the dark bark on their bodies begins to slowly crack. They endure the pain and go to the The sky stretches. The leaves were blown away by the wind, leaving only the bare branches spread out in twists and turns. No!
That’s not what I saw. I saw a few leaves lingering on the branches not far away, stubbornly resisting the wind. Although they swayed on the branches, they never left the branches. Maybe they want to fight tenaciously until the last moment, even if there is only a trace of leaf veins connecting the branches with them, they will never leave. That means never giving up faith. The wind continues to blow against them, gradually eroding them, destroying their defenses bit by bit, causing the green to fade away and become withered yellow, a color that can be broken without any effort. But the wind underestimated them, and they did not give up, even though their bodies had become disabled. The wind gradually weakened, and it finally stopped, and the leaves slowly stopped swinging and became quiet. Just when everything was about to calm down, something terrible happened: the leaves that had persisted for a long time fell, dancing in the air and falling to the earth.
Have they exhausted their energy? No!
No!
That is them paving the way for future generations. The classmate who didn't do his homework seriously stood up. I was startled, and turned my eyes to the podium, where I met the teacher's stern eyes. In the end, I couldn't help but stand on my seat, but I was still thinking about those fallen leaves. Fallen Leaves Composition 3 for Grade 1
The rustling autumn wind brings a golden autumn. The food has been put into the warehouse, and the leaves have turned from green to yellow, falling one by one...
I walked in the orchard and looked at the fallen leaves on the ground. I couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. I picked up a piece, Put it in the palm of your hand and look at it: yellow, with a few jagged and intricate veins, a thin leaf that seems too fragile; only its roots still have a little green left... No wonder many people regard it as It is a symbol of withering and loneliness! Alas, Luo Ye, you ignorant little thing! How comfortable it must be to live high in a tree, breathe in the green clouds, bathe in the clear dew, and sing and dance! Why do you fall in love with this gray earth? ! Are you willing to suffer from this wandering? You may still be left in the dirt and never get ahead...
I thought about this and asked the fallen leaves in my heart.
However, it didn't make a sound; suddenly there was a breeze, and it flew up, spun a few times, doubled several times, and then fell into the embrace of the earth...
Oh, fallen leaves, what have you ever done for me? The whole tree can bear numerous fruit and contribute to your youth; time is like water. Now, you have completed your mission, but you feel powerless. You could have stayed in the tree, occupied a position, spent your old age taking credit and being proud of yourself...
But you didn't do that! Because you understand: Only when things are constantly renewed can they be full of vitality. You have to leave your place to the new buds that will sprout next spring; you have fallen down, but you have to turn it into a base fertilizer to inject more new green for next year. Nutrients...I couldn't help but think of the people in our lives who are like fallen leaves. In institutions, factories and mines, groups of seniors take the initiative to give up their positions and retreat to the back line, allowing the younger and more capable generation to have more space to display their talents and make more and greater contributions to society, making the motherland increasingly prosperous. Prosperity, prosperity, wealth and strength!
Even retired veteran cadres and leaders, aren’t they still quietly exuding their residual energy? ...A few more thin yellow leaves fluttered down. Yellow symbolizes harvest and maturity; yes, aren’t these brilliant fallen leaves a precious gift given to the earth and the world in autumn? Fallen Leaves Grade 1 Composition 4
The sky outside the window looked darker through the glass window, and my mood became depressed due to its influence.
The wind was still blowing, there was no sound of leaves being blown by the wind, only the whistling sound of wind beside the window. The students in the classroom were all quietly working on the problems, and I was the only one looking out the window with my neck twisted. I can't describe the scene outside the window at this moment, because I am too short of words. But I still want to write it down. The trees outside the window are unusually tall and tall. I think they must have grown here for many years, but the branches appear old after experiencing countless wind, sun, and rain, and the dark bark on their bodies begins to slowly crack. They bear the pain and go to the The sky stretches. The leaves were blown away by the wind, leaving only the bare branches spread out in twists and turns. No! That's not what I saw. I saw a few leaves lingering on the branches not far away, stubbornly resisting the wind. Although they swayed on the branches, they never left the branches. Maybe they want to fight tenaciously until the last moment, even if there is only a trace of leaf veins connecting the branches with them, they will never leave. That means never giving up faith. The wind continues to blow against them, gradually eroding them, destroying their defenses bit by bit, causing the green to fade away and become withered yellow, the kind of color that can be broken without any effort. But the wind underestimated them, and they did not give up, even though their bodies had become disabled. The wind gradually weakened, and it finally stopped, and the leaves slowly stopped swinging and became quiet. Just when everything was about to calm down, something terrible happened: the leaves that had persisted for a long time fell, dancing in the air and falling to the earth.
Have they exhausted their energy? No! No! They are paving the way for future generations. The classmate who didn't do his homework seriously stood up. I was startled, and turned my eyes to the podium, where I met the teacher's stern eyes. In the end, I couldn't help but stand on my seat, but I was still thinking about those fallen leaves. Fallen Leaves Grade 1 Composition 5
Whenever a cool breeze blows into everyone's heart, people know one thing - spring is gone and autumn is coming again.
Looking up, I saw the yellow leaves shivering in the autumn wind and groaning in pain. Finally, left behind by the irresistible autumn wind, it fluttered down, falling piece after piece.
Looking down, I saw yellow leaves piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged. They no longer had half of the green color before, but were as warm yellow as the setting sun.
When people see such a scene, they all lament the passage of time, it is autumn again, the leaves have fallen again, and another cycle of life has ended. But a girl is so unique. Seeing such a scene, she is full of joy - she loves autumn. In addition to the fragrant fruit smell, the extraordinarily cool wind, and the yellow leaves all over the ground.
The girl stepped on the dead leaves playfully, making an unusually crisp sound.
No matter how many detours there are, no matter how inconvenient it is, the girl always steps on these dead leaves, walking on the road with a satisfied face, leaving behind a crisp sound along the way...
Rao The girl was playful. Once on her way to school, the girl jumped back and forth between two stone pillars. Originally, the girl was a little worried about whether she would fall. However, when the girl jumped between the two stone pillars, the happy feeling made the girl forget her previous worries.
The previous worries happened without warning...
Accidentally, in the flash of lightning, the girl missed the step and fell to the side of the road.
The girl murmured a few times, "Well..." The girl's right hand was pressed under her body, and her entire arm was numb. The girl frowned, and had to use her intact left hand to support herself on the ground so that she could Sit up. After sitting up, the girl stood up, patted the dust on her body, shook her right hand, and repeatedly clenched it into a fist. When her right hand was no longer numb, the girl continued to skip and walk on the road, but she still maintained her habit at this moment. , still stepping on the leaves and moving forward. Accompanying her crooked lines was the crisp sound.
The autumn wind is still blowing, blowing into people's hearts and blowing down the leaves all over the ground. Fallen leaves all over the ground, accompanied by a crisp sound, are not alone... Fallen Leaves Composition 6 for Senior 1
The rustling autumn wind brings golden autumn. The grain has been put into the warehouse, and the leaves have turned from green to yellow, and are floating down one by one. I walked in the orchard and looked at the fallen leaves on the ground, and I couldn't help but feel a little emotional. I picked up a piece and looked at it in my hand: yellow, with several jagged and intricate mesophylls, thin mesophylls that were too fragile. Only its roots are still a little green. No wonder many people regard it as a symbol of withering and loneliness!
Alas, Luo Ye, you ignorant little thing! How comfortable it is to live in a tree, suck in the green clouds, suck in the dew, sing and dance! Why do you love this yellow land? Are you willing to suffer this degradation? You may also be ignored in the dirt and never have a good life. I thought about this and asked the fallen leaves in my heart. However, it was silent; suddenly a breeze blew. It flew, turned around a few times, turned over a few times, and plunged into the embrace of the earth. Oh, fallen leaves, you have contributed your youth to the whole tree and endured a lot of fatigue; you have completed your mission, but you feel powerless. You could have stayed in the tree, occupied a spot, and spent your old age proudly, but you didn't! Because you understand: things will only be full of vitality if they are constantly updated. You have to leave your job for the new buds released in the coming spring; you fall, but you must become the base fertilizer to inject more nutrients for next year's new green.
I can’t help but think of the people in life who are like fallen leaves. In government agencies, factories and mines, many seniors have taken the initiative to give up their positions and take a back seat, allowing the younger generation with excellent skills to have more opportunities to display their talents, make greater and greater contributions to society, and make the motherland more prosperous and stronger! Are even veteran cadres and leaders quietly exuding residual heat? A few thin yellow leaves fell down. Yellow symbolizes harvest and maturity; yes, aren’t these brilliant fallen leaves a precious gift to the earth and the world in autumn? Fallen Leaves Grade 1 Composition 7
I don’t know where I read such a sentence: "The withering of leaves is the pursuit of the wind or the unwillingness of the tree." At first, the person who wrote the sentence was mocked coldly, A mere fallen leaf is nothing more than a substitute for metabolism. How can one realize such a nonsense. But later, I was also looking for results for this sentence.
The weather in October is no longer so hot. The autumn breeze is blowing all day long and it is very cool. In my free time, I play and have fun with my classmates and friends in the grove on campus, enjoying the yellow leaves. The beauty of the scenery is like a golden blanket covering the ground, and it feels soft when you step on it. The colorful fallen flowers make this corner of the campus so moving and beautiful.
My friend asked me: "How do you feel when you witness the leaves changing from green to yellow and then falling?" I was startled, leaned against the tree, picked up a leaf, and said to her: " Green is its appearance when it is young. Turning yellow is just aging. Just like people, they cannot control the changes of time and can only change themselves by time. The leaves turn yellow and wither, but they do not die. It is just using another way to interpret the value of its life. It penetrates into the soil, stays with the soil, and nourishes the big tree together. It is repaying kindness and surviving, just like "falling red is not heartless" Things turn into spring mud to protect the flowers, let's do that!" My friend listened blankly, as if he wanted to ask something else, but I ignored it and walked among the fallen leaves.
Perhaps you will sneer: "After talking so much, I still haven't understood the meaning of that sentence!" Yes, it is really difficult to find an answer to that sentence. Falling leaves are the invitations of the autumn wind. Does it float down, or does the tree let it pursue its own dreams? I looked at the leaf in my hand and shook my head. Well, since it can't be penetrated thoroughly, there is no need to desecrate it anymore!
Falling leaves, Xiaoqiu, originally withered, is also a kind of beauty! Fallen Leaves Grade 1 Composition 8
The cool autumn wind makes the whole sky appear as clean and clear as if it has been flattened. I can't help but sigh: "Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times."
" "Autumn" is ruthless in my heart, because many flowers and plants will end their lives in autumn. Although everything will start to be full of vitality again in the spring of next year, they will never go back to their original state, right? < /p>
On an almost bare tree, there is still one leaf left. It is very weak, and I seem to have foreseen its future: it will eventually fall, because it has suffered so much We have been hit by too many wind and rain. At this moment, as long as a small force is enough to destroy it, I can't help but worry about it.
On the second day, it persisted on the tree. On the third day, it was still on the tree, as if it had exhausted all its strength, but it was still persisting. On the fourth day, a strong wind blew at night. I thought, maybe I won’t see it tomorrow! I don’t know why, but I feel a little reluctant to leave it. But it always surprises me that it survives. It stood up and hung on a high branch, like a victory flag, fluttering in the wind.
Unknowingly, winter has arrived, and the leaf looks more yellow and dim, but it still makes the final persistence and the final struggle, until one day with light snow, the leaf covered with snowflakes Falling from the branches, it is so desolate, but it looks so tragic.
I stepped forward, picked up this leaf, held it in my hands, and kept it as an eternal souvenir. Because I cannot be as strong as it, because I am slender, sensitive, fragile, and self-like, like the buds of peony, youthful, but easily injured; broken, but I will grow until I become a strong person, brave A person who refuses to admit defeat like a leaf.