Autumn is crisp and the sky is high and the clouds are light. Fruits are ripe, crickets are chirping and the weather is cool.
Grass has not completely disappeared from the earth, it is still green. In the garden, in the field. Look, piece by piece.
I totally agree. The children ran and jumped, somersaulted, picked up some fallen fruits and threw them at each other to see who could throw them farther and more accurately. The weather is cool and the grass is green.
Sweet-scented osmanthus trees, maple trees and evergreen trees are lush, profound in style, distinctive in temperament and full of elegance, golden, agate red and emerald green, just like paintings carefully drawn by painters. Birds are busy migrating and ants are collecting winter rations. Daisy, a bunch of red petunias, at first glance, yes: orange, purple, competing, spread in the flower bed, like a carpet, smiling at the autumn wind!
"Falling red is not heartless. Turning into spring mud will protect flowers!" Yes, it will become the spring mud that nourishes the earth and is not attached to the prosperity of the branches. Autumn rain falls on red and yellow leaves, and on colorful leaves mixed with green and yellow. Luxurious maple leaves, delicate evergreen leaves, ordinary shaved leaves … they become more gorgeous under the baptism of autumn rain.
The fruit on the tree is maturing, and the fruit farmers in the field are busier. In urban and rural areas, workers, students, children and the elderly all come out to enjoy the beautiful scenery, relax, watch autumn colors, collect specimens and do their own things. "A hard work, a harvest", hard work, in exchange for harvest, full of joy.
Autumn is like the god of color, which makes the colors of plants gradually thicken.
Autumn, like the god of harvest, has brought countless fruits to people.
Autumn is like a god of joy, bringing people the joy of harvest.
2. "Spring" Zhu Ziqing's paragraph imitation (300 hope, hope, cicada is far away, autumn is near.
Everything seems to be boiling, shouting and smiling. The moon is clear, the sunset is warm and the smoke on the roof is dancing.
The leaves quietly put on new clothes, gold or red. Orchards, forests, look, a large area. Step on it, lie down, pick two pieces as bookmarks, take two pieces as souvenirs, walk a few steps and sweep a few piles of fallen leaves. The wind is rustling and the leaves are rustling.
Peaches, pears, persimmons, you won't let me, I won't let you, they are all full of fruits. Pink is like rouge, yellow is like gold, and red is like lanterns. The air is full of attractive fruit fragrance; Close your eyes, your mouth seems to be full of sweet juice. Under the tree, farmers' uncles were busy harvesting, and cheerful laughter spread to the horizon. Chrysanthemums also join in the fun: in the field, in the garden, huge and petite, like an autumn date, in high spirits.
"Untie three autumn leaves", yes, like sweeping autumn leaves with a broom. The wind is full of the smell of golden wheat waves, mixed with the smell of sweat, and the smell of various fruits, which set off a harvest movement. These geese are going to fly to the south for the winter. They are arranged in herringbone in the sky for a while, and then in words, flying over mountains and rivers and water, so that everyone who is ready to go home can think about it. The open space in front of and behind the house is also full of golden grain stacks at this time.
The rain is a little cold, an autumn rain and a cold. Don't worry. Listen, like wind chimes, like knocking, like clapping, gently and quietly playing, playing a harmonious autumn movement. The brighter the leaves, the yellower the yellow, and the stream is flowing happily. Cooking at night, the smoke curling up, and the attractive rice fragrance came to my face, which made people who were rushing home more anxious. In cities, railway tracks and buses, there are countless people who are sleepy in the rain, and others walk alone on the road with umbrellas and ponchos. Rows of their houses were silent in the rain.
Autumn, like a postman delivering parcels, brings everyone a gift of harvest. It's busy.
Autumn is like a middle-aged man, mature and steady, smiling and diligent.
Autumn is like a Taoist, with gentle eyes and eyebrows, which show us the true meaning of life.
3. Imitate the composition of "Spring" 4 10, and everything seems to be boiling, shouting and smiling. The water is warm, the air is sweet, and butterflies are dancing.
Willow quietly put on new clothes, bright green, dotted with. Lake, garden, look, large and large. Lie down, break two branches and stick them in the soil, take a few steps and take some photos. The wind is warm and the wicker is soft.
Begonia, Sophora japonica, wisteria, you won't let me, I won't let you, all competing to bloom. Pink is like rouge, white is like snowflake, and purple is like a gem. The air is filled with faint or rich fragrance, as if incense had spread all over the earth. When you close your eyes, you can feel the petals brushing your cheeks, and the memory seems to stay here, such a blooming season, such a spring. Birds are everywhere: nesting among branches, singing among leaves, flying in the blue sky, black, gray and colorful, as lively and full of enthusiasm as going to a spring party.
4. Write the composition of Spring in 400-500 words. Spring is a light-footed painter. When you notice its arrival, it has painted every corner with colors-pink, light yellow, snow white ... and of course, more light green. The grass on the roadside sucks the dew in spring, as if it were an ingenious textile expert, weaving a green carpet with bits and pieces of green. Yingchun is not afraid of the cold. Green, open, open, the first to use life to report the arrival of spring to people. Peach blossoms in full bloom are like pieces of rouge, dyeing the rich mountains and rivers red. The morning glow in spring is like pink on a girl's face, showing such softness, such purity, such change and polymorphism, such profundity and affection. I can't help but think of an ancient poem: "Jasper makeup trees are high, and thousands of strands of blue silk hang down." The spring breeze in February is like scissors. "Yes, the warm spring breeze is like a magic and dexterous scissors! I came to the campus before I was finished. On both sides of the central road, willows and wickers are dotted with countless new green leaves, which sway comfortably in the spring breeze, like a girl's flowing long hair and a fairy's gentle veil. The Chinese rose is also in bloom, which is too shy and fragrant. In this spring season, red flowers are as gorgeous as the sun; Blue flowers are as clear as the sky. The ancients said: "A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in the morning. "In the spring morning, the air is fresh, people get up early, some practice qigong in the mountains, some walk in the park, some study ... In spring, people can go out for a trip and have a picnic in the suburbs, which brings joy to people. In spring, you are not as cold as winter, nor as hot as summer. You are warm, fresh and full of vitality, which is the most precious season among the four seasons.
It is wrong to write about spring by imitating the composition of spring. It should be to write an article imitating spring. Look forward to it, the spring rain is coming, and the footsteps of spring are approaching. Everything seems to be boiling, shouting and smiling. The water is getting hotter, the air is sweet, and butterflies are scrambling to dance. Willow quietly put on new clothes. A large area will do. Lean, lie down, stick two branches into the soil, walk around and take some photos. The wind is warm and the wicker is soft. Begonia, Sophora japonica, wisteria, whether you let me or I won't let you, are competing to bloom. Pink is like rouge, white is like snowflake, and purple is like a gem. The air is filled with faint or rich fragrance, almost like it. In this season, a hundred flowers blossom, in this spring. Birds are everywhere: nesting among branches, singing among leaves, flying in the blue sky, black, gray and colorful, as lively and full of enthusiasm as going to a spring party.
6. Composition I want to imitate rivers (streams) in spring. Note 400 or 500 words. Whenever spring comes, I can't seem to control my emotions. I can't help walking to the river in my hometown, because the beauty of this river fascinates me. Far away, I will hear the cheerful rushing sound of the river and play a spring fantasy. When I walked in, the river was crystal clear and small fish swam freely in it. The shrimps in the river sometimes jump out of the water and sometimes chase happily in the water. White pebbles are also clearly visible, covered by green water plants, forming a beautiful scenery with small fish and shrimp, which makes people yearn for it. The surface of the river is like a big mirror, calm and quiet, reflecting numerous willows and intoxicating green grass on both sides of the river, as well as blue sky, white clouds and birds, forming a beautiful picture. Only a gust of wind blows, and even ripples will appear on the river. In spring, this river always attracts many children. They will run on the shore and make a lot of noise. Occasionally, they will put their hands and feet into the river to wash the dust off their hands, feel the coolness of the river, and seem to relax at once. The river is also more cheerful, as if accompanied by someone. I like the river in spring, because it brings me happiness and infinite vitality to the world.
7. "Spring" 5 natural paragraph imitation 400 words Spring is coming! Everything is reviving, and the winter jasmine is smiling at us. Peach blossoms are smiling, and azaleas, peony flowers and roses are also blooming.
The fragrance of flowers ushered in a few lively and lovely little bees. They are busy sucking the honey from this flower and that flower. Suddenly, several little butterflies flew over. They smell the fragrance of this flower and that flower, as if to say, "Xiaohua, are you so fragrant and beautiful?" Then they flew to the front of the little bee, as if to say to the little bee, "Little bee, aren't you tired of going out early and coming home late every day?" The grass jumped out of the grass and grew green buds.
There are many small wild flowers growing on the grass, including red, golden yellow, lavender and dark blue ... colorful small wild flowers, which are more beautiful and lovely with green grass. A breeze blew, and the grass and small wild flowers danced a cheerful waltz.
Willow stretched herself and woke up from her sleep. It immediately grew green shoots by magic. It becomes beautiful. Fengshen breathed a sigh of relief, and the willow's "hair" fluttered with the mountain and looked very beautiful. Spring, you are really a colorful season.
8. Imitate the composition written in Spring. When spring comes with her unique new green, it is really charming; When spring comes with her unique warmth and tide, it can also make people lose their souls.
Spring is definitely a canvas full of life. New green, light green, bright green, green, green eyes, tender our eyes.
There is still a little bit of red, a little bit of yellow, a little bit of pink and a little bit of purple, which twinkles like stars and makes us shine at the moment. So, I started walking in spring.
Stepping on her soft soil, I realized that the hotbed of life can be so flat. As long as the old man floats by in the season, all the sleeping seeds can be bred here, giving life a changing posture.
Spring is definitely a picture full of vitality. Whether it is out of the ground or in bud; Whether it is stretching slowly or flowing slowly; Whether they are silent or whispering, as long as the old people in the season open the curtain of spring, they will show the magical vitality of nature here in their own unique way.
So, I began to wander in spring. Covered with gentle and lovely spring scenery, let the slight fragrance wind blow.
You will realize that the breath of spring actually contains one of the most touching tenderness. I also think that nature is a strange mother. She chose to breed all kinds of life at the end of winter when everything was depressed, and let them embrace each other in the most tender and lovely first spring, bringing infinite vitality to the world.
Spring is also a gallery, showing the magic of life. You see, every life has its specific form, and every specific form contains specific life information.
Regardless of height, everyone has to go through the process of birth, aging, illness and death, and there are childish and mature seasons. Whether striking or plain, we should complete a feat of life in our own specific living space and along that specific seasonal trajectory.
Whether it is famous or not, whether it was born in a rich home or grew up in a barren sand, everything that germinated in spring has written an ode to life with all its enthusiasm and unique way. It's spring. Because of the life sprouting here, I really feel a magical and beautiful cold wind, which blows away the heat in summer and autumn comes quietly.
Everything is so calm. The past is still full of vitality. Overnight, the earth was swallowed up by the yellow waves, and everything was put into the broad embrace of autumn.
The rule of summer ended and autumn overthrew it. A few dead leaves floated into the soil silently, and their mission was over.
Looking back on the years they have passed, it is boundless. At this time, these vicissitudes of life memories drift with the west wind.
The tree cried angrily, oh, oh, fly, fly! I have finished my trip this year. Now, it's time for me to rest. When the spring breeze hits my face next year, I will wear green clothes again and start my new life! The autumn wind is strong once a year. When the autumn wind blows in the fields, Xia Na's seedlings have taken off their tender faces and hung their own fruits: cherry is red and wheat is golden. The earth is colorful, "not like flowers, but better than flowers."
The feeling of autumn fruit can't be compared with beautiful flowers. Following the fragrance of fruit, farmers came out one after another, and it was another bumper harvest year. They harvest their sweat with the strength accumulated in a year and are busy in the fields in an orderly way. Sickle shines like a mirror in the sun, reflecting their joyful sweat and dripping.
I don't think the weather is getting cloudy. First, two or three drops of water lightly stepped on the ground, and then it began to rain. The sky was silent, there was no thunder, only the sound of raindrops hitting the bare trunk.
The sky is more empty, reminiscent of Chen Ziang's famous sentence "I miss heaven and earth, and there is no limit". Autumn wind blows from time to time, rolling up fallen leaves and rain floating into the sky and suddenly dispersing. Falling leaves like scattered flowers are spectacular.
After years of baptism, autumn rain has lost its childishness. Those who know their mission just fall in every corner like a breeze, giving the tree its last nourishment and silent dedication. Autumn is like an old man who has experienced the taste of life and told it silently.
Autumn is like a scholar, covered with wind and frost on the outside, but full of knowledge on the inside. Qiu, like a writer with strong brushwork, wrote magnificent poems in the vicissitudes of life.
9. Imitate spring prose. I like spring and I admire it.
In spring, everything revives and the ice and snow melt. The river began to flow again, singing cheerful songs while running! Look, it ran to the field and let the wheat drink enough water; Flowing into the Woods to make the trees grow more luxuriantly; Run to the edge of the grass to make it grow greener. Small fish play freely in the clear river. In the sun, the water is sparkling, and the pebbles in the water are as beautiful as jewels, shining with dazzling light. The willows by the river have sprouted green buds. Shake the willow, and the "snowflake" is falling, as if it were back to the silver winter. The wind is blowing, and the willow branches are dancing in the wind like the fine hair of a spring girl, which is beautiful. The dance is graceful and beautiful! The willow tree is reflected in the water, as if the tree had grown out of the water.
In spring, in the field, the farmer's uncle sowed new hopes for a good harvest this year. On the grass, the eagle on the kite, I don't know who enchanted it, actually flew into the sky and soared in the vast sky. Kites fly to the sky, some fly very high, and some can't fly.
Below, people are sitting on the green grass, and some are telling jokes; Some are playing poker; Some people are playing football. ...
In spring, the flowers in the garden are full of flowers, including red, yellow, blue and white … countless, really colorful. The color of flowers attracts many bees and butterflies, making small flowers more beautiful.
If everyone doesn't litter, our garden will become more beautiful in spring.
Beautiful spring, I love you!