The colors of fallen leaves are very rich. Have a baby's tender light skin color; In July, the sun shines brightly on the earth; Dark green like buttonwood. ...
In spring, they struggle to open seeds and produce green leaves. When those small shoots like bamboo shoots poked their heads out, they smiled and smiled proudly. But soon, they will fall down again. They did not complain at all, silently obeyed the arrangement of nature, they did not regret that short life, and they paid for mankind in obscurity: shading from light; Beautify the environment, purify the air ... and finally fall quietly and turn into flower mud.
The shapes of fallen leaves can be described as various and wonderful. Some of them are like hills, some are like human palms, and some are like lively little carp ..... with different shapes, like elves coming to the world. I've been thinking, why are the leaves of every tree in different shapes? Does every tree have its own personality, so every leaf shows its charm to the fullest?
I like fallen leaves and its colorful beauty.
I love fallen leaves, and I love their persistence, dedication and selfless spirit.
Autumn is a fruitful and golden season. In the morning, I reluctantly left the bed and opened the window. The autumn wind blows me mercilessly. "It's so cold!" "I said as I put on my coat.
"sasha vujacic" and "sasha vujacic", "What is it?" I looked down curiously, I don't know, I was shocked! The ground has been occupied by leaves, like a golden carpet. I didn't want to stay at home anymore, so I rushed down while my mother was cooking.
When I first arrived downstairs, there was snow beside the tree. I picked up a leaf at random. At first glance, it's a maple leaf, red with green, giving people a feeling of boiling blood, as if I put on another dress, and the cold in autumn is gone. Look at the maple leaf carefully again. It looks like a chicken's paw and a goose's paw, which makes people laugh.
Just when I was fascinated, a gust of wind blew over and a large number of leaves fell down, like a group of children rushing to the embrace of Mother Earth. Further on, under the ginkgo tree, I picked a ginkgo leaf, like a small fan with green in the yellow, and the long thin branches held up the leaves.
At this time, a plane tree leaf fell into my hand, as big as my palm! The most common leaf of buttonwood is yellow.
Just as I was intoxicated with the beautiful scenery, my mother asked me to have dinner. I put the buttonwood leaves in my pocket and ran home. . Some people like summer, others like winter, but I like autumn, and I prefer autumn leaves.
3. I urgently need an article about "Falling Leaves in Autumn" in 350-400 words. I want to extract it. I like the spring with flowers and birds, and I prefer the fruitful autumn, especially the leaves in late autumn are gradually taking on a new look, and the colorful mountains are fascinating.
On such a picturesque day, my parents took me to the park to see autumn leaves. When you enter the park, the first thing you see is a bright and burning maple forest, which looks like a flaming mountain from a distance.
Entering the maple forest, the warm maple leaves nodded and smiled at us under the breeze, welcoming us. I picked up a maple leaf and observed it carefully. It consists of seven small leaves. Its edge is a little rough, and the red stem is very slender, like an open palm. Another feature of maple leaf is its ever-changing color. Maple leaves are green in spring, but gradually turn red in autumn. Walking out of the maple grove, I smelled a faint fragrance. Following the fragrance, I suddenly remembered that there is another kind of leaves I like in autumn, that is, the leaves of osmanthus trees.
Sure enough, after several bends, the vigorous osmanthus tree miraculously appeared in front of my eyes. I looked up and saw that Osmanthus fragrans was still like a little girl, shyly hiding behind the leaves, and only half of her face was quietly exposed. The leaves on osmanthus trees are oval, with serrated edges and green body. Under the sunshine, among these leaves, the most interesting one is the ginkgo tree, which is also green, like a fan or a big umbrella, with thin patterns on it, because in late autumn, the edges of the leaves are a little yellow, which seems to add lace to them. When a gust of wind blows, many ginkgo orchards will fall from the air and fly like beautiful butterflies.
Autumn is a beautiful season, and autumn leaves are a touching song in this season, which makes people nostalgic. I love autumn, and I love these strange leaves more. -
We have gone through a bright green spring and a colorful summer, and come to this fiery autumn full of * * *. In autumn, fallen leaves are the most striking beauty focus.
The autumn wind swept through the Woods, leaving leaves behind. They dance lightly in the air, like a beautiful butterfly and dancing elves.
Some people say that autumn leaves are withered and worthless. I don't think so.
Autumn leaves are sacred. Although fallen leaves are no longer lovely in spring and vigorous in summer, they are the most valuable dedication of fallen leaves under withering. When the leaves are covered in the spring of March, they begin to absorb sunlight and air, blossom and bear fruit. When the sun is scorching, the leaves join hands to form a huge umbrella, which brings coolness to the birds.
When autumn comes, the withered autumn leaves still decorate the earth with gold and red, showing their final beauty to the world. Autumn wind blows, autumn leaves fall peacefully and openly, blend into the soil, turn into nutrients, and give birth to the hope of spring.
I believe that there will be a faint smile of autumn leaves in the bud next spring. Ah! This is the cycle of life! Ah! Autumn leaves, you are a fairy tale full of affection. You left in a hurry without leaving any dazzling brilliance. You fly gently, regardless of whether you get any praise, but you are so satisfied and serene. This is your character. You absorbed the air and sunshine, and gave birth to flowers all over the sky. The fragrance of melons and fruits is selfless. This is your pursuit. You exhausted your youth and left the last dazzling and golden autumn with your dying body. You openly let the autumn wind take you back to the earth, melt into the soil, turn it into nutrients, and nurture the hope of spring! Autumn leaves, you are the hymn of life. All hearts are baptized because of you. With the autumn sunset, you left in a hurry, leaving no dazzling brilliance. You fly down gently and turn a limited life into eternity. ........................................................................................................................
It was like a golden fairy tale, and I became the only visitor in autumn. In the rustling autumn wind, the dead leaves on the trees have fallen.
It slowly fell to the ground, making a sad "rustling" sound. Falling leaves! Are you mourning the shortness of your life? No, it's not! Leaves will not be so short of breath! Unconsciously, I have reached the end of the road.
I saw a clear stream in front of me, and fallen leaves fell on the stream with the wind, just like a golden boat. The stream kept flowing, and the fallen leaves whirled with the tide, starting their long and arduous journey ... Seeing that there was no way out, I simply lay on the luxurious carpet and looked up. There seems to be some green leaves left on the bare branches.
Maybe in a few days, this green leaf will fall and fall into the arms of Mother Earth. "Fallen leaves are not heartless things, but turn into spring mud to protect flowers.
"yes! It is paying its life for the coming year. Falling leaves! Your glorious life will not end with autumn, because the solid seeds have taken your hope to the next spring.
Falling leaves! You don't have to worry that the bare branches will be frozen by frost, because the tender branches of the past have become ruthless men. Floating leisurely, floating leisurely, and the fallen leaves are still hovering and scattered there.
It doesn't seem to be attached to the branches, and it doesn't worry about fate, just looking for its own home. It believes that since its life has an unusual beginning, it should have an unusual ending.
Write a composition of 30O words with beautiful fallen leaves. In late autumn, you will not only see fiery maple trees, but also yellow and fragile leaves.
It may be because I understand the indifference of the world, or it may be because I am tired of noisy branches. Fallen leaves, abandoned his once chic and brilliant, fell to the ground like a butterfly.
As a result, the young leaves became the owners of the tree. They grew up silently against the falling leaves, and they became the focus of passers-by.
The prosperity brought by fallen leaves is gradually forgotten by the world. Those once eye-catching leaves have lost their original sharpness, replaced by deep memories of our life days.
The scarred veins give people the impression of vicissitudes. Fallen leaves, are they still beautiful? May your face remain the same.
"Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February." The sharp contrast between beauty and aging makes fallen leaves a laughing stock.
He can no longer stand on the branches and dance with the wind, but he can hear the songs of birds but can't get close. All this is only because he lost the so-called beauty.
Her beauty is like Li Yu's spring water flowing farther and farther. And I don't agree with that.
Once beautiful, you can't really feel it at any time, but they did exist. Disappearing doesn't mean disappearing.
Looking back at all dynasties in history, from prosperity to decline, they were all buried in the rolling world of mortals like fallen leaves. But their prosperity will never be forgotten.
Without their precipitation, there would be no history full of cultural charm today. Fallen leaves set off bright ripples on the lake, as if thinking and remembering beauty.
Maybe beauty is not limited to today and tomorrow. Some people say that the past is nothing, not as important as the present, just to be remembered.
As we all know, fallen leaves and the past are immortal, because someone will remember them.
5. Fallen leaves, about 350 words in the fourth grade (mainly writing feelings). Autumn is fruitful, which is both a harvest season and a beautiful season.
Swarms of butterflies are alive again! Maybe you will ask, "Where do butterflies come from in autumn?" Yes, it's the leaves that fall in the autumn wind! Look, they are flying freely in the air. Colorful: The fields are covered with golden corn, just like golden dolls, and the red sorghum turns red.
Autumn came, I walked under a big tree, picked up a dead leaf and looked at the beautiful texture. It reminds me of the meaning of life.
For fallen leaves, life-long efforts and struggles are for the harvest of others. For people, life is short, but people should let this limited life play an infinite role.
Looking down, the fallen leaves have fallen from my hands. I smiled.
Falling in love is not heartless, but you turn into spring mud and protect flowers more. Feel good about yourself.
I wrote this myself, and the teacher also had many comments. I hope it helps you.
6. Autumn deciduous composition, about 350 to 400 words in the fifth grade. When I entered the park after replying, the first thing I saw was the bright burning maple tree, which looked like a burning mountain from a distance. Entering the maple forest, the warm maple leaves nodded and smiled at us under the breeze, welcoming us. I picked up a maple leaf and observed it carefully. It consists of seven small leaves. Its edge is a little rough, and the red stem is very slender, like an open palm. Another feature of maple leaf is its ever-changing color. Maple leaves are green in spring, but gradually turn red in autumn.
Walking out of the maple grove, I smelled a faint fragrance. Following the fragrance, I suddenly remembered that there is another kind of leaves I like in autumn, that is, the leaves of osmanthus trees. Sure enough, after several bends, the vigorous osmanthus tree miraculously appeared in front of my eyes. I looked up and saw that Osmanthus fragrans was still like a little girl, shyly hiding behind the leaves, and only half of her face was quietly exposed. The leaves on osmanthus trees are oval, with serrated edges and green body. In the sun, I
Among these leaves, the most interesting is the leaves of ginkgo tree, which is also green, like a fan or a big umbrella, with thin patterns on it, because in late autumn, the edges of the leaves are a little yellow, as if they were laced. When a gust of wind blows, many ginkgo orchards will fall from the air and fly like beautiful butterflies.
Autumn is a beautiful season, and autumn leaves are a touching song in this season, which makes people nostalgic. I love autumn, and I love these strange leaves more.
7. Write a 400-word deciduous composition. A yellow leaf fell quietly in front of me. When I looked back, the osmanthus trees on both sides of the road had quietly changed into autumn clothes.
Picking up a few fallen leaves that fell at my feet like elves, I was surprised to find that the autumn leaves were so colorful: the thick green did not fade, but added mature gold; It may be old, and its face is only brown. Although there is no gorgeous sunset, no gentle and elegant willow, it is enough to touch people's hearts. Green as jade, brown as night, golden as chardonnay ... interwoven into a colorful picture on the ground.
A sudden warm wind makes more leaves fall, just like butterflies flying in the air in autumn. But like a butterfly in late autumn, it disappears so quickly and silently that it can only capture its beauty in an instant. Little feet tread carefully on the fallen leaves in autumn, making a crisp and pleasant sound that lingers in my ears.
Some people say that autumn leaves are withered and worthless. I don't think so. "Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." Autumn falls, melts into the soil and becomes the nourishment of the mother tree, which is pregnant with the hope of spring. I believe that next spring, there will be autumn leaves smiling faintly when they are in bud.
Has it ever regretted it? Has it ever given up? Has it ever regretted it?
I don't think it has, because it knows that although its life is short, it has experienced storms and laughter, leaving the world with infinite beauty and satisfaction on its deathbed.
Another fallen leaf flew down the shoulder and floated down. ...
8. Leave more than 300 words for 400 times, which is urgently needed ~ The sunset is getting older and the west wind is getting tighter.
When the leaves fall, autumn falls on the fallen leaves. Autumn has come, people lose weight, with autumn troubles.
But the golden leaves are not sad. They know how to comfort themselves in the autumn wind. They know that they are asleep, waiting for a new awakening.
Falling leaves have the advantage of falling leaves, so you can no longer fall into the entanglement of love; Falling leaves have the beauty of falling leaves. This is a tired butterfly. I can even feel the leaves crying softly.
At that moment, my heart trembled slightly, like one of many fallen leaves.
I saw my hometown, saw the endless old trees in front of my hometown, and saw the smoke swaying because of the return of wanderers. For feet far away from home and wings flying to the sky, cooking smoke is a rope that can never be broken. Just like a big tree at the intersection, its branches point to many roads, with only one starting point and one ending point. Everyone who left the village took away a green leaf, but left one root behind.
I saw the cliff in my hometown, and I saw the stones on the cliff, competing with flowers to bloom; I saw the sheep on the cliff, competing with the clouds to float.
I see my roof. It is full of ice in winter and birds are singing in summer. A string of red peppers is often regarded as a fire in poor days. Sparrows flying on the eaves always live in harmony with peasant families. It is this eave that has been winding around the heart on the road.
I saw my mother. In order to prevent us from freezing in winter, she picked up the dead branches one by one, as if to decorate those broken days one by one and then give us warmth. The woodpile is getting higher and higher, but mother is getting shorter and shorter. I saw my mother's withered * * *, like two broken begging bowls, but it won us a lifetime feast. The dim red flame lit by mother in the kitchen pit has become the only shoulder we can rely on at night and the only warm hand we can hold.
Fallen leaves come back to their roots. Am I old? We spend a lot of time striving for wealth, but little time enjoying it; We have bigger and bigger houses, but we spend less and less time at home; When I came back from the moon, I found it difficult to get to my neighbor's house downstairs. Conquered the outside world, but knew nothing about his inner world.
Traveller, what makes you anonymous? What brought you to another country? Autumn is like this, shaking off leaves and hanging people's thoughts on the branches. It's time to go back and see the big tree that gave birth to me, green because of growth, yellow because of maturity, and my mother sleeping in the fallen leaves. Mother, my hurried steps are your dense stitches. Mom, I'm going back with my tattered luggage, and I'm going back when I find heaven.
Layers of fallen leaves are laid on the way home, and I will visit my mother on the warm carpet. Mother is also like this fallen leaf, falling slowly from the brilliant branches, but she never wakes up again.
In this world, it is not the house that can keep people, but the road that can take people away. Time can't stretch out a hand to catch the past clouds for you. If everything can be done all over again, mom, I will pick up your smile, footsteps and wind, make lamp oil with your love, and make twists with your goodness. I will light it and keep it in my heart, and I will never forget the way home.
It's cold, the leaves of the tree have fallen, and the tree is very close to me. I seem to hear them slowly solidifying.
It's cold, they stand in a row, and the secret hidden in their hearts hurts a lot. But the leaves fell and covered everything.
When my mother died, my heart lost its support and I suddenly felt that there was air leakage everywhere. But the strong wind has been blowing, and the dust around my hometown has been scraped clean. My small hometown is wrapped in autumn.
There is a tree in front of my mother's grave, which is a poem I wrote to my mother. Every autumn, leaves fall in succession, covering mother's grave tightly. Those leaves swaying slightly in the wind, from a distance, are like a group of tired butterflies, quietly gathering beautiful moments in life: a blush, an oath, or a simple sigh.
9. 400 words of fallen leaves When the bleak westerly wind washes the sky farther and farther, when the moss-like grass shakes and turns yellow, when the children on the ridge watch a flock of geese fly south, I marvel at the arrival of autumn! People always miss this yellow leaf inadvertently, like flowers and stars.
Amber dusk is like a piece of candy in the beautiful distance, and a little sunshine jumps on the clear window! Outside the window, an unknown old tree is swaying with lush green leaves. A leaf falls, and the erratic curve suddenly brightens the dim eyes.
Unable to restrain my pounding heart, I stepped on tiny fallen leaves and walked into the deep path. Looking up, only the vast expanse is always there, and the white clouds are blossoming, but the flowing green waterfall in the past is not seen.
An erratic leaf, with one last dance's bravery, draws a perfect curve in the sky. Wandering, swinging, wandering.
The breeze makes it as ethereal as ripples on a calm lake. It flew in front of my eyes, and I couldn't catch it, just like I couldn't catch a passing spring.
It finally landed, filling another gap. Perhaps because of my pity, I squatted down, picked it up and put it in my hand.
Yellow leaves have lost their veins and can no longer be full of green joy and vitality. I really don't understand why it is still playing the role of executioner, fading its color and dispersing its fragrance, since it has been given fresh life.
Think of them in the past, they were completely hermits and isolated from the world, but between pitching, it was ... autumn sadness came to mind. But I was completely wrong.
When my hand touched the rugged trunk engraved with vicissitudes of life, the texture of life passed along my fingertips, which made me feel ashamed. The passing breeze and the dancing of countless elves make my sadness nowhere to be put.
Fallen leaves are tumbling under my feet, and I believe it is the beauty of silence. After the glory, it is silence. After completing the last flight, they threw themselves into the embrace of the earth without regrets, slept in a comfortable hotbed, and only hoped for a little dew, and they were reborn in this silence.
After all, "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more"! The fallen leaves gradually covered the path, and I clearly knew that it was also the hope sown.
10. Autumn outing: 350 words of autumn leaves composition (focusing on autumn leaves)
It's autumn, and I'm going to play in the park. I happened to see colorful leaves, such as gold, red and green ... and their shapes were also very strange. Whether it is fallen leaves or leaves growing on trees, they are so lovely.
I walked to the Cycas and stared at a leaf. Although spring has come, the iron leaves are still so green. Iron leaves are sharp and thick, like a sword. I think the old iron leaf should be soft and tender. Because of this, all herbivores like to eat. Every time Cycas were eaten black and blue, so Cycas grew very hard. Finally, one day, the Cycas grew thick and sharp, and there were no animals to eat. I thought the same thing.
A maple leaf falls on my shoulder. When I saw it, there was another maple tree here. The maple leaves are burning and crumbling. When the wind blew gently, the maple leaf sang and danced like a little doll and landed on the ground of the rhinoceros top basket. This is, Maple Leaf started the sprint competition with the help of Grandma Feng. Why are maple leaves so red? It turns out that maple leaves are originally green because they contain chlorophyll. In autumn, some objects called anthocyanins enter the maple leaf again.
So the maple leaves turned red. The maple leaf is shaped like a palm with five forks. Probably before, maple leaves didn't have five leaves.
Fork. Later, I admired people's palms and grew up like that.
A scent of flowers led me under the osmanthus tree. I picked up a sweet-scented osmanthus leaf, which is green and has many jagged edges around it. These serrations are designed to protect the smaller osmanthus. Osmanthus fragrans leaves have many veins. Don't underestimate these veins, they absorb nutrients from roots to leaves!
Autumn is beautiful, and the leaves in autumn are even more beautiful.