Autumn, so it came without warning.
The autumn wind blows, and it seems that I have seen an endless paddy field with golden color. The cool autumn wind comes one after another, and the golden rice fields slowly fiddle with their graceful posture against the wind. Suddenly there was a loud song. Who was it? It turned out to be the hard-working farmers' uncles. Their sickles waved with the songs, harvesting cooked and bent rice. Beans of sweat flowed down their suntanned cheeks unscrupulously. However, they seem to be tired, and their faces are filled with joy and reluctance. Yes! Those clusters of rice are like their treasures, the crystallization of their sweat. Only by listening to the sound of them being blown by the wind every night can they sleep peacefully! Now I have to be separated from them. Goodbye, my baby. I hope you can bring happiness to those who have you, and I can say this to you again next autumn.
The autumn wind blows, and the leaves are flying like butterflies and spinning lightly like dancers, laying a golden carpet for the earth. Through the gestation of winter, the germination of spring and the growth of summer, at this time, you exude the last glory of life, blend with the soil, and offer a little moisture to your mother, the big tree. I hope her mother can give birth to a new life.
"Autumn is sad and lonely since ancient times, and I say autumn is better than spring." I think I have the same feelings with Liu Yuxi. Who says autumn can only bring sorrow to people! I said that autumn is the hope of life, and it is a season worth celebrating. It has brought us many fruits, and it is a selfless gift and dedication mother!
Qiu, I would like to indulge in your arms. 2. 15-word sentence describing autumn
I love autumn scenery in Liang Xiaobin
I love autumn scenery
I love scenery older than human existence
Autumn is singing like a deep river
When the land calls me to harvest
A river suntanned flows on my body
I bathe quietly
. The stream washed me black
When I was mature, I was thrown on the ground
I looked up at autumn
Like a brilliant roof glowing with golden light in the sunset
Autumn was singing like a deep river
My beautiful thoughts were still rippling on both sides of the passenger flow
The existence of autumn
reminded me that there would be gains after cultivation
I have a seed that has been forgotten
. Appreciate this scenery that is older than human existence
Autumn is like a deep river singing. 3. The composition about autumn scenery is about 15 words, and the sentence is beautiful
The four seasons in the south are not as obvious as those in the north, and it is already late autumn, but the desolation and bleakness of "leaves are dropping down like the spray of a waterfall" are not seen. However, the sky is deeper, the rivers are thinner and Yuan Ye is more lonely. Fallen leaves, withered lotus, withered grass, and broken chrysanthemums, the lives that have been fresh in autumn, quietly dissipate in the depths of the season.
the season always follows its own trajectory. Xia Feng, whose left hand is still holding Zen songs like a net, and his right hand is covered with the cold of winter. Seasons, so unconsciously change, like a love in the wind, come and go, go and come again.
I'm sitting on the tail of late autumn, listening to the wind and watching one flower after another. In spring, I go to Qiu Lai to circulate and scatter. If the leaves are flying, they are sad and beautiful. Some feelings, flying in the fallen leaves, have no time to gently hold them, and have gradually drifted away without trace, hidden in the moss of years, wet, falling into the depths of the heart, and can no longer be picked up, but lingering in the heart. 4. Ask for a poem describing autumn in about 15 words
Autumn
He Qifang
The dew covered in the morning was shaken off,
The sound of logging tinkled out of the valley.
Put down the sickle that has been full of fragrant rice, and
Use the basket to hold the plump fruits and vegetables in the bamboo fence.
I live in a farmhouse in autumn.
spread a round net over the cold fog on the river surface,
put away the shadow of cypress leaves like herring.
The reed canopy is full of frost, and
the small oars that are moored are gently shaken.
autumn games are played on fishing boats.
the grass field is wider and wider with the sound of crickets.
because the stream has dried up, the stones have become clearer.
Where is the flute on the cow's back?
Where is the flute hole full of summer night fragrance and heat?
autumn dreams are in the eyes of shepherdess.
Autumn Moon by Xu Zhimo
is the same as moonlight,
tonight, because we are all looking up-
look at it, a full-fledged charm,
rising from a mob-
looking extraordinarily bright and round.
It spreads out on the road,
It floats on the water,
It is immersed in the bottom of the water
The water plants are knotted like sadness
;
It's on the eaves of the ancient city,
Thousands of city bricks are breathing in its brightness,
It's stroking
the tomb ruins strewn at random outside the city box,
In the continuous voice of the resident birds,
I want to see the old and new ghosts.
Listen to the songs of the four fields-
eternal and humble harmony,
sadness mixed with joy,
hatred and love,
dark and dark embrace of thermal power,
in this secluded autumn night and the
vastness of autumn fields,
the greatness of "melting"
.
(October, 193) 5. Composition describing autumn, 15 words
I love autumn.
I love not only its admirable fruits, but also its fallen leaves, and I love its fascinating charm most. There is no lingering in spring, fanaticism in summer and indifference in winter; You are like Yuan Ye's steed running and jumping from time to time, like a general who has experienced many vicissitudes and is open-minded and cheerful, like a meteor flowing across the night sky calmly ... Autumn is refreshing.
The sky is high and wide, and the blue one is not mixed with a cloud; At the foot is a flat land, with mature golden and quiet streets everywhere. The rustling of yellow leaves in the wind is softly accompanied by a clear and transparent stream that jumps happily.
Everything is like that. Please be pure and free and easy. Autumn is warm.
The people who were exhausted by the intense heat cheered up in a slight coolness. The students started the new school year with confidence; Young people are also looking at Chongyang in high spirits, walking briskly and flying high, and they have new expectations.
autumn is sincere. A gust of autumn wind has blown away the hypocrisy and selfishness on weekdays, and people are open-minded and sincere. How can suspicion and affectation be tolerated in this natural and refreshing season? Refreshing, warm and sincere, natural expression without carving, flowing freely, revealing a refreshing new idea, which is the noble and chic charm of autumn.
oh, I admire you for your noble and pure autumn, and I admire you for your natural and unrestrained autumn. The footsteps of autumn kept flowing forward, and the weather gradually cooled down. The noisy cicada was blown away by the autumn wind and replaced by the crickets in the grass at night.
Autumn comes to us quietly with a golden color and light steps. 6. Write a short composition about autumn, 15 words
Autumn has come, and Uncle Feng has blown away the summer heat.
The rice in the field is ripe, and the grains shine like gold. When the wind comes, the whole field becomes a golden ocean. Sorghum stands upright on the earth, guarding the harvest fruit like mighty soldiers.
You are jostling for apples and pears in the orchard, trying to get people to pick them! The yellow leaves left the mother's arms of the tree and slowly floated down into the water. The little fish used it as a sun umbrella and floated under the tree. The little ants used it as a sport. < P > If you look at that day, the white clouds are like a group of glistening sheep. The geese are lined up neatly and are preparing to fly to the south for the winter.
At this time, the happiest children are busy flying kites on the grass. The farmer's uncle looked at the harvest scene and thought that his hard work was not in vain, which must be the happiest!
wow! The scenery in autumn is really beautiful! 7. Write a composition about autumn in at least 15 words
I like autumn days
Lu Qiuyan
Many people have asked me, "Which season do you like best among the four seasons?" I always answer without hesitation: "I like autumn!" "
I like autumn. Although it is not as vibrant as spring, as colorful as summer and as pure as silver makeup in winter, I still have a special liking for it.
If green is the messenger of spring, red is the color of summer and white is the dress of winter, then yellow belongs to autumn. While seeing Miss Xia off, Grandma Qiu walked towards us with her vigorous steps. Her arrival made everything take off old clothes and put on new ones. The trees all took off their green clothes. Put on the new clothes that Qiu's mother-in-law carefully sewed. Flowers all gathered their smiles, and birds flew to the south in droves-another warmer world. It seems that everything is somewhat helpless, somewhat lonely and somewhat beautiful. Passers-by also come and go in a hurry, and they have no time to enjoy the scenery on both sides. This may be the reason why autumn can't be welcomed by the public.
But let's take our eyes off these sad scenery and move to the golden fields. The crops in the field have matured after several months of cultivation, which brings unparalleled joy to people. The farmers who have worked hard for a long time are all smiles and go to the golden fields to reap the fruits of their labor. They worked in full swing in the golden sea, and for a time, the vitality of spring, the liveliness and enthusiasm of summer and the joy of harvest in autumn all came to this vast field. A gust of autumn wind blew, and the "sea" was covered with waves, mixed with people's crisp and gratified laughter. Looking at this situation, how many people will not like autumn?
sometimes there will be a light rain, and the autumn rain will beat people's faces softly and coolly. At this time, people forgot all the misfortunes and accepted the baptism of autumn rain.
I like autumn, like the beauty of depression, like the joy of harvest, like the continuous light rain ... like all of it.
If someone asks me now, "Which season do you like best?" I will not hesitate to answer: "I like autumn!" " Although it is not very outstanding.
[Comment] In the face of autumn, the author has a unique vision: although it is somewhat cold and somewhat depressed, from the maturity of autumn and the joy of harvest, the author reads beauty. The author ingeniously put the admiration for autumn into the description of autumn scenery.
Life is like a ping
Liu Yi
A pool of duckweed is green, with a little water color. When there is no wind, it is like a piece of cloth laying flat on the pond surface, without the slightest wrinkle, and it is like a natural green bronze mirror floating in the pool.
There are also several branches that go straight into the pool surface, and the flat surface is slightly scratched-but it can't be completely cut, which shows its vitality. Weeds and kingfishers also disturb the duckweed surface from time to time, and the fish ripples can't help but appear, making duckweed more crowded and nervous.
the wind is blowing hard, and duckweed is wrinkled and folded; It is weeds that bend over and swing their heads; The kingfisher has disappeared for a long time, and the wrinkle is only a moment. When the wind is a little small, the ping surface returns to its original state. Then, it is wrinkled and floating. Sometimes there are fish "visits". Wind is the devil, weeds are bacteria, but it can't destroy it.
after the wind, the ping surface is still intact-except for a few sundries.
This reminds me of Wen Tianxiang's poem, "Life experiences are ups and downs, and rain beats ping". Yes, life is not like duckweed, and there are always storms in a quiet life; And the wind and waves contain a quiet life.
The tortuous life is not duckweed that survives in the wind, duckweed is to take root in the water, and people are to survive in the world.
It's a bumpy and long life, sighing for the sky and sighing for the dead life; Praise the Yellow River and praise the majestic posture of the Yellow River; Weeping at the grass, weeping at the grass is unknown; Stand on the mountain and sing, singing the majesty of the mountain; Whispering to the river, singing to the trickle of the river ...
If life is only the calm of duckweed, there is no strong wind, then life is a glass of fresh water. If there is only the selfishness of the river, then the world is as cold as ice everywhere; If there is only the arrogance of mountains, there is no selfless love in the world ...
Your own life and your own path are at your own feet and controlled by yourself.
life! Duckweed!
[Comment] "There is a storm in calm, and there is calm in the storm" is writing about duckweed, but also about life. The author entrusts his understanding of life with the description of duckweed, which is to express his will by supporting things.
Writing and practicing
Writing in class
1. In winter, the grass hides its traces. Can you find grass with a unique eye? Please write an essay on this topic.
2. Many people are afraid of the cold winter wind. Can you find her respectable and lovely? Please write a landscape essay on the topic of "Winter, the wind is singing".
Writing after class
1. Take a plant in winter as the object of description, and write a lyric text of about 3 words.
2. Take a plant in winter as the description object, and write a paragraph of about 3 words to express one's will. 8. Autumn sentence is 15 words
1. The sky has become so quiet and high in You Lan.
and white clouds are like sheep, and if you look closely, they are like cotton candy. The sky seems to have been washed by the sea, as light as a feather.
2. The autumn wind is bleak, and the forest is all dyed and golden; Walking in this dense forest in the sun does have a different flavor. 3. The beauty of autumn is mature-it is not as shy as spring, so open in summer and so introverted in winter.
The beauty of autumn is rational-it is not as charming as spring, so hot in summer and so subtle in winter. 4. I don't know how long it has been, as if a tense struggle has finally gradually revealed itself. The field has a long breath from its broad chest, and there are clear waters on the slopes and dams, and the trees and villages around are scattered.