However, autumn has aroused my faint nostalgia. In autumn, there is no vitality in spring, no sun in summer, and no withering in winter.
So I like the autumn harvest. Ripe grains bring us all kinds of ideas.
When the seeds are still one or several, they are simply so small. But in autumn, people miss autumn very much because of the golden ginger fields in the fields.
Mature autumn reminds me of my dead grandmother, who left too early, and my mother and menstruation haven't been filial! I feel very sorry. Grandma has suffered all her life, and the happiest moment is the sight of autumn wheat ears.
She always carries a quilt. During the holiday, I clamored for my mother to take me to the countryside to play, and my mother agreed.
As soon as I arrived, I ran to my grandmother's house and shouted "Grandma, Grandma ..." No one answered, so I went to other places to find her. Grandma saw me at a glance. She smiled happily, showing only a few teeth left. She called my nickname.
I looked at the golden wheat field behind her and said, "Grandma, did you harvest a lot of food this year?" "Well, drag my little granddaughter's blessing." Say that finish, her rough hand gently touched my head.
I often think of such a cordial conversation with my grandmother, but when I think of her leaving everyone like this before she has a happy day, my nose hurts and my tears fall. Whenever autumn comes, I always go to the country to have a look.
In the sunset, I seem to see grandma's kind and wrinkled face again.
2. The second day imitates the composition of "Qiu Si" with 500 words to imitate "Qiu Si"
The bleak autumn wind blows a fallen leaf. After the intense harvest, everything withered in a blink of an eye, and the vast land was yellow.
My grandparents and I were sitting in the car, looking at the autumn outside, and there was a bleak feeling.
Grandma is in poor health After a long walk, she felt very tired, so she had to sit on a stone and have a rest.
Looking at the cheerful and lively me in front of me, grandma cheered up again and stood up with the help of grandpa.
Grandma used to be a teacher and a strong woman. There is no one in the village who doesn't know her. It is not too much to describe her as "walking like the wind and sitting like a clock". She is a good teacher at school. She is a good mother in her father's eyes; In my eyes, she is a good grandmother.
I was weak when I was a child. Father is very busy and has no time to accompany me. So the burden fell on my grandmother. Grandma is the pillar of the school and has a heavy teaching task. She runs at both ends of the school alone, cooking and cleaning up the housework. I am weak, and I have been in hospital for almost a year. She runs around the school and hospital, panting all day long, and sometimes doing needlework at night. Once strong grandma was knocked down by a disease.
Now grandma's body is greatly discounted and has become a medicine jar, just like autumn leaves, which gradually turn yellow and pale.
I ran behind my grandmother and picked up my cell phone to take a photo with them. But that scene shocked me, and then I burst into tears-
After grandma was weak, she turned a little closer to grandpa, and her steps were a little hard. Gray hair drifted in the wind, and there was a pale face below. How straight grandma's back used to be! Now look at some slightly hunched back on grandpa, the figure of two people and autumn scenery, see people feel a little sad.
Autumn is here, can vibrant spring be far behind?
3. How to write an imitation composition about autumn memory? Because I can tell the ages of the four seasons, I have a strange sense of eternity in autumn. Dad said, this is because I was born in autumn.
Childhood attachment to autumn is simple and naive. At that time, we often went to the wild to look for dandelion balls in small groups. Gently pick one, put it on your mouth and blow it, and immediately thousands of fairy feathers are scattered all over the floor, which is really beautiful. Sometimes I go to grandpa Zhang's yard to look for maple leaves that have fallen to the ground. At this time, they have been flushed with frost and used as bookmarks in books. They are very cute.
Autumn is the season with the most fruits and vegetables in a year, and the streets are full of apples and pears. What attracts me most is tender corn and sweet potato. No matter where I play, I always listen with my ears up, but there are shouts of selling corn. As soon as he heard this, he flew home and took a small basket, holding grandma's hand hard, ran to the farmer who sold corn and watched grandma skillfully pick some big corn to take home. Then, I sat quietly in front of the pot where the corn was cooked, listening to the sound of steam hitting the lid ... As soon as the smell of the corn dispersed, I couldn't wait to pick one out with chopsticks, throw it into a cold water basin prepared in advance to cool, and then take it out and peel it carefully.
The autumn season in a year is really short, and people haven't appreciated its rich colors, winter. .
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Missing in autumn
Autumn, where I once lived, is the harvest season. Since I was a child, I like to sit by the lake in the park, quietly smelling the red apples in the warm sunshine and gentle autumn wind, lingering for a long time, and then savoring the sweet taste. In my memory, it seems to be the smell of autumn when I was a child.
Last night, I occasionally turned over the yellowed diary, only to remember the dusty past and the lost childhood, only to find that time flies. Unconsciously, many years have passed. I am still used to sitting by the lake in the park in autumn, but I don't know when the apple has become a vague memory. I prefer to sit quietly in the afterglow of the sunset, watching the fallen leaves in the wind, watching the ripples on the water and watching the lonely geese heading south in the sky. All this was never noticed when I was young, perhaps because I was lost and became melancholy and sad; Perhaps it is because my mind is autistic, so I feel very kind to this sad beauty, or perhaps it is because I can find the shadow of my platform in this decadent beauty. I don't want to change myself like a lost bird. I just live every day naturally. There is no happiness or sadness, happiness or pain. Life is like a glass of water, insipid and tasteless.
Time goes by little by little, and the days pass by day; I seem to forget how many autumn days have passed, perhaps because for many years, every autumn seems to be yesterday, and nothing has changed. Until this autumn, I will leave this city, go to another place and start a new life. Only when I left did I know that I was so strange to the city where I had lived for many years that I had no attachment in my heart. Just before I left, I inadvertently saw the only familiar lake, and my heart was full of crystal. I think this may be the only memory and nostalgia left by this city.
Another autumn has come, and the weather is very cool, which seems to be similar to the previous autumn, but the scene is different! Even the autumn wind is full of faint sadness.
I remember when I was a child, I always liked to go to my uncle's house in autumn, because every time I went, he would send us rich fruits and other delicious things. Of course, the main reason is that he will play with me.
I was lonely at that time, not because I didn't want to play with others, but because I was surrounded by adults. No one e69DA5E69E79Be5Baa63133638135 was willing to talk to me, so my understanding of adults is: a group of wood, no human feelings. When I met my uncle, my idea collapsed. ...
My uncle likes children and animals very much, so he has a childlike innocence. Once, I saw my uncle's cat, so fat that four calves seemed unable to bear their own weight. I asked my uncle, "Uncle, how did you make it so fat?" "Because it misses you." My uncle looked at me with a puzzled look and said, "Well, eat if you miss, eat if you miss, and eat if you miss too much.". Speaking of it, this is also your credit! " "Ah, does it really miss me so much? Then I will come here often in the future! " Simple children, so easy to promise others. If not, there won't be so many wonderful chapters in my childhood memory!
Last autumn, it was a pity that we couldn't go to my uncle's house because of something. However, just the night before we decided to go, a phone call broke the peace of the night. The content is: My uncle died.
"How is that possible? I don't believe it. It is impossible that he is in such good health. You must have heard it wrong! " This is what I heard from my mother. My mother just patted me on the shoulder. "You stay at home, I go to the hospital, I will go to mourning at noon tomorrow. You are not allowed to go anywhere. "
At that time, I didn't listen at all, and my sadness was magnified, magnified ... When I reacted, my face was full of tears.
At the funeral, I watched my uncle's body lying in the glass called coffin, and my childhood and uncle's days were replayed in my mind over and over again. Looking at my uncle's portrait, I was thinking: Uncle, did you have a good time there? Be sure to live happily there!
Autumn, a sad and full of laughter season, a lonely and not lonely season; And those memories, branded in my heart forever. Never forget.
5. Imitate the memory of autumn, less than 600 words. I'm walking on the Golden Avenue, and it's already autumn.
Everything is ready for hibernation. The yellow leaves of Ginkgo biloba are scattered all over the earth, like a thick golden carpet, and spots are shot down from the top of the head. What a beautiful autumn this autumn will be! The paths in the park are covered with yellow leaves, and the usually dense ginkgo trees turn into golden trees. The whole world is like gold.
The sun shines on the trickle of the stream, and the stream becomes sparkling and dazzling, and golden soup flows. The low bushes are dotted with golden light, and golden leaves fall on them, as if golden spheres were placed in the forest.
Ginkgo biloba and Chinese parasol trees are towering by the roadside, and many leaves are swaying on the branches. When the breeze blows, the scattered golden leaves are waltzing and ready to sleep on the road! There are faint clouds floating in the sky. The sun radiates golden light and reflects on the clouds. The clouds turn golden and the sky is golden! Looking back on summer, the heat enveloped the earth, the scorching sun hung high in the air, and the dazzling sunshine exposed the whole park to the red sun, but the boulevard was still cool and pleasant. Dense ginkgo and phoenix tree propped up a green sunshade, and the sun could not shine in.
The trees are green, cool and pleasant, which is much more comfortable than the air conditioner at home. The stream flows gently on the edge and sings refreshing [note: Qin: infiltration]
The original meaning is that fragrant and cool air or drinks make people feel comfortable. He also described the poems and articles as beautiful and moving, giving people a fresh and hearty feeling.
】' s song, running happily ahead. Under the bushes, countless hard-working workers are continuing to carry out magnificent projects, and the awning is above their heads, which makes them have an extremely comfortable workplace.
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But don't go back, don't be famous, as long as you are on the avenue.
6. Qiu Si nostalgia, write feelings 1. After reading "Qiu Si", there is no maternal love; Although the sea is deep, it is not as deep as maternal love. I feel such a great maternal love from the article "Missing in Autumn". Although the author's mother was seriously ill, she still racked her brains and tried her best to make the child happy and cheer up a son with paralyzed legs. But when she promised her son to see the chrysanthemum the next day, she fell in a pool of blood. She is still worried about her son, whose legs were paralyzed before she died. I must answer without hesitation: "Mom!" With the rolling of the wheel of years, I gradually entered a fantastic childhood from a babbling child, and now I am a vibrant teenager. My mother has been feeding me with loving milk. I remember there was a period of epidemic encephalitis when I was in kindergarten, and my mother was very worried. Because the resistance is not strong, I often catch a cold and go to the hospital once every three days. This hospital is as familiar as my home. On that day, I felt top-heavy and weak. I didn't listen to a word the teacher said. After school, my mother found out and immediately took me to the hospital in the city for a blood test. After the blood was drawn, my mother waited anxiously for the test results. After a few minutes, the doctor said, "Nothing, just a cold." Hearing this, my mother breathed a sigh of relief, crouched down and hugged me, and couldn't help saying, "It's good not to be like this. Spend money to buy peace of mind-worth it. " Looking forward to ardent care. My mother still cares a lot about me, countless and endless. Mother's love is like a continuous spring rain. I am the tender grass that moistens my heart and makes me grow up healthily and happily. Now that I have grown up, I will repay you with all my love, mom! 2. The lesson "Missing in Autumn" left a deep impression on me. That is a sad article full of great maternal love. After reading this article, two words come to mind-tempted. What moved me most was the last part of this article. This passage is very touching and makes people cry. The author's mother got on a tricycle and went to the hospital. This trip is actually a farewell for their mother and son forever. Yes! How great is maternal love! I have personal experience, too. Mom is busy there every day, all for us! Sometimes, my mother explains the wrong questions to me, but I am impatient with her nagging. Sometimes, my mother cooks food, but I don't think it tastes good. It was not until I read the article "Missing in Autumn" that I realized that maternal love is the greatest love in the world, and everything my mother did was for my own good. I regret what I did before. When I was a child, my mother left us all the good things and grew up. Help my mother do housework as much as possible. Mom, next May, I will definitely send you a bunch of the most beautiful and bright flowers, colorful and lush.
Where I used to live, autumn was the harvest season. Since I was a child, I like to sit by the lake in the park, quietly smelling the red apples in the warm sunshine and gentle autumn wind, lingering for a long time, and then savoring the sweet taste. In my memory, it seems to be the smell of autumn when I was a child. It turned yellow occasionally last night. I didn't realize how quickly time passed. Many years passed before I realized. I am still used to sitting by the lake in the park in autumn, but that apple, I don't know when, has become a vague memory. I prefer to sit quietly in the afterglow of the sunset, watching the fallen leaves in the wind, watching the ripples on the water and watching the lonely geese heading south in the sky. I didn't notice all this when I was young, perhaps because I was lost. Perhaps because of my autistic mind, I feel very kind to this sad beauty, perhaps because I can find the shadow of my platform in this decadent beauty. I don't want to change myself like a lost bird. I just live every day naturally, whether happy or sad, happy or painful. Life is like a glass of water, tasteless. Time goes by little by little, day by day; I seem to forget how many autumns I have spent, perhaps because for many years, every autumn seems to be yesterday and nothing has changed. Until this autumn, I will leave this city and start a new life in another place. Only when I left did I know that I was so strange to the city where I had lived for many years, and I didn't have a trace of attachment in my heart. Just before I left,
8. Write a composition about autumn thoughts. For example, write autumn, (autumn memories). The flowers are blooming here, but now they are Xie. Grass once grew here, but now it has withered. People here are full of laughter and laughter, but now because of the disappearance of one person, everything here no longer exists ... Fu, remember those years when we were everywhere. Physical education class played basketball together, and even we made a promise: No matter what happens, we will stay together and never give up. But now, after a short summer vacation, you have disappeared into the air. I don't know if you left us forever or briefly ... Friend, it's autumn here, the trees here are yellow, the grass is yellow, the sky is yellow, and you are familiar with it. I just hope it can bring my thoughts to the place where you live and remind you of me and our class. I hope I can make a new friend, but I also hope you don't forget us who have spent countless days with you. Whenever I pass by your home in Shifang, I always take a look. I hope to see your figure in the community and hope for a miracle, but the result is almost the same every time: the black and green tree in the past. The leaves on the maple are blown everywhere by the wind, and the grass on the ground is yellow. Even the little green grass is covered with yellow leaves. But fortunately, everything here is alive. Fu, no matter where you are, our friendship will never change.