Landscape prose describing autumn 1 Changfeng Wan Li, autumn is known by fallen leaves. That deep blue sky, accompanied by walking white clouds, is projected in the boundless river. Magnificent mountains and thousands of natural scenery have gone through the green in spring and the lush in summer, and have been exhausted in the autumn wind this season. Vanity faded, rustling autumn came, and those who were about to leave, together with the green time, were buried under the dense branches and leaves, which could not be picked up or forgotten.
It is that cool breeze that brings the first message of autumn from the remote northern desert to the warm Jiangnan ink painting, half asleep and half cold. It took away the last gorgeous and lush green left in midsummer, and sprinkled a cool thin layer on the rivers and mountains of Wan Li. In the bleak autumn wind, the bleak autumn flowers sing the last lamentation; Rotten hay danced another waltz of life against the high wind. Who forgot a dreamlike past in the wind of Han Xiao? Whose dream of falling out of the clouds and rain was awakened by the dawn of the residual fog and breeze? Who gave the lies and vows of youth to strangers in the end of the world with the wind, waiting for a season to fly and watching a brilliant flower bloom, just to regain a smile?
"Did the leaves leave because the wind chased them, or did the tree not stay?" It seems that there has never been such a problem. Life is an ordinary and brilliant process, from the first green bud to the last yellow leaf dancing in the wind, which is an irreversible and doomed ending. There is no regret, no sadness, just like our shallow years, we have passed the green and green, and we must meet the heavy pallor. Sending away the warm summer of youth, the warmth of mutual appreciation, with the passage of time, dispersed into floating flocs in the rustling autumn wind. How many flowers bloom and fall, and how many gold wares pass by, all of which are like yellow leaves fluttering in the wind, covering up the lush past and ruining the traces of coming.
Another cold rain, dripping, dripping, beating the dead leaves and branches, stirring up endless cold rhyme. In the dusty bookcase, the thick book title page and the clutch story of cold and warm blend are also covered with a faint moisture. Rainy weather, along the way, those dark youthful wounds and messy memories, in such a rainy night, like a sealed cellar is slowly brewing and opening. How many vows are stranded on the beach with the tide of time; Those young and impulsive years of passion, those sparkling dreams, have gone through countless twists and turns today, leaving only the sadness after a sigh. When you go to Qiu Lai in spring, everything is closed. This shallow time silently replaced the years. In an instant, youth gradually fades away, leaving behind the pallor of the soul. Things are not like misty clouds, and half-life duckweeds follow the water.
Changfeng carries fallen leaves, and mountains and rivers are bleak. Every journey across the world is complete, and every season is incomplete. This desolate time is the end of vegetation, but it also creates a sober life. Living in a house, there are clusters of autumn chrysanthemums in the hedge garden, covered with a clear layer of frost; In several cases, the sweet-scented osmanthus has an oblique shadow, a cup of wind dew, and the years are cold and warm, and the taste of the wind and dust is refined. The world of mortals has a dream. Life is a torrent of mountains and rivers, and it is also a confession after making mistakes again and again. Four seasons change, endless. You can follow many steps and go with the flow, or you can take a plant to live in seclusion, aloof or unknown. As long as you are willing to go, it is not a disappointment for this season's fleeting time, nor is it a disappointment for this season's flowers.
The mountains and rivers are silent and the sky is full of stars. Nothing is clearer and cleaner than the autumn moon hanging in the sky. It has flowed for thousands of years, witnessed countless stories of joys and sorrows, and still shines on the world with a peaceful and clear attitude. Compared with everything, man is really a dust. Rocks and vegetation follow the laws of nature. They flourish in spring and wither in autumn. When dealing with ancient personnel, we should also abide by the laws of life, be indifferent to nature, and gather and disperse with fate.
The afterglow of the setting sun is stained with the lintel of the years, and the beautiful mountains and rivers are still solemn. Walking into the dusk alone, watching a leaf flying in the wind like a butterfly makes the faint sweet-scented osmanthus lingering and intoxicated in the sky. Whispering autumn wind, taking away an old story, clear autumn water, washing away the old days. Time is endless, life has a shore, and the past years are scattered into leaves in the wind. A person walking with a desolate cold, regardless of the dusk scenery and mottled paths behind him, only wants to enjoy the flying flowers and the falling moon in this fine fireworks, and * * * will not rest until he dies.
Some people say autumn is golden, some people say autumn is yellow, some people say autumn is red … I say autumn is colorful.
Autumn is red. That maple leaf, like a burning flame, is dancing gently in the autumn wind like a few small red fans. In our country, the maple leaves in Xiangshan are well known. Every autumn, red maple leaves hang on trees, like beautiful azaleas blooming on hills. It can really be said that it is late to stop and sit in the maple forest, and the frost leaves are redder than the February flowers.
Autumn is golden. Look, the golden ears of wheat are swaying gently in the autumn wind, as if to say: Ah, autumn is really beautiful! In the distance, the farmer's uncle is waving a sickle and cutting off golden ears of wheat. Looking at the endless golden wheat fields, a happy smile appeared on his face.
Autumn is yellow. One corn cob on the ground, like a room full of gold, round and round, how lovely! Corn is not only lovely, but also delicious and has high nutritional value. There is a riddle about corn: an old man with a long beard on his head pulled out his long beard and revealed yellow beads.
Autumn is blue. The blue sky, like a huge sapphire, is like a dream. A flock of geese spread their wings and set off the sky so beautifully. The geese flying south are the most beautiful decoration in the sky. A breeze reminds me of a song: sky, blue sky, endless wind … In autumn, looking up at the blue sky will make you fascinated.
Autumn is pink. In the flower beds on campus, pink September chrysanthemums are in full bloom, which is very beautiful! It is the messenger and spirit of autumn. Many poets have written many poems praising chrysanthemums, such as Yuan Zhen's poem "Chrysanthemum": It is not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is more barren.
Autumn is white. On the morning of late autumn, the frost on the fallen leaves is as pure as snowflakes and turns into dreamlike beauty.
Flowers are colorless, leaves are fluttering, and romantic scenery is not beautiful, only autumn attracts attention. What picturesque scenery, what colorful autumn.
Some people praised the spring in my hometown, others praised the summer and winter in my hometown. I want to say that the most beautiful thing in my hometown is autumn. My hometown in autumn stirs my taste buds, touches my thoughts and touches my heartstrings. Let me look forward to it, let me yearn for it. Autumn fields, autumn hills, autumn Woods and autumn villages make me unforgettable and give me a lot of leisure time to think.
My hometown is in Jiaodong, surrounded by mountains and rivers, with infinite scenery. It is a scenic spot in pingdu city, Shandong Province. Autumn in my hometown makes this beautiful scenic spot more splendid. The mountains in autumn, like a painter's colored pen, are full of colors, smearing the mountains and rivers with colorful colors; Autumn fields, like mature girls, are beautiful and moving, revealing mature charm everywhere; The village in autumn, like a huge park, has charming scenery, and the front and back of the house smell of grapes. Do you think it's beautiful?
In the morning, the east is white. After a while, thousands of rays of sunlight penetrated through the thin clouds, showing a colorful fantasy scene. After a while, I saw the bright red sun jump into a sun from an outcrop on Dongshan Mountain and shoot obliquely in the direction of the village. Golden sunshine shines on the faces of mountains, rivers, trees, fields, villages and early risers. The sunshine in autumn is so comfortable and warm that it paints every piece of land and everything on it in my hometown with a layer of gold. People just wear such autumn clothes. At noon, the sun hangs in middle age, transparent and clear as crystal, flowing between heaven and earth like Mingshui. At this time, the sun shines directly in the corner of the village, which is neither as vicious as summer nor as cold as winter, bringing people a warm kiss. People who have worked hard all morning always like to take a nap in the warm autumn sun. At dusk, the sun is already setting. The autumn sunset dyed the clouds on the horizon red. How romantic and poetic the sunset is. The sunset in the past shone on men pushing crops, women carrying baskets, old people plowing fields, running children and old cows shouting "Cleisthenes". Today's sunset shines on men driving tractors and tricycles, full of apples, corn and ginger, and smiling faces of women sitting in cars.
The moonlight in my hometown in autumn is bright, pure and soft, especially when it rises from Ran Ran in my hometown of Dongshan. It feels so close and cordial, which is really intoxicating. I don't know why, in autumn night in my hometown, I always like to watch the moon hanging high in the sky. Perhaps the bright moon above the bright and deep night in autumn is the most haunting; Or maybe I'm especially looking forward to the autumn moon. Whenever night falls, I will go out happily, stand on a high place and look up at the moon in my hometown. Bright moonlight fills the earth, Shan Ye and my heart. I once raised my camera and outlined the bright moon, night sky, mountains, villages, houses and green trees, and used everything to freeze the autumn moon in my hometown, as if it were a dialogue between heaven and earth. The moon fell from the sky ... I was fascinated by it under the bright moon.
The autumn wind in my hometown seems to be different from other places. The wind wrapped in the fresh air in the mountains blows to the village, which makes people feel particularly cool and comfortable. At this time, what they feel is crisp autumn. Autumn wind blows on corn leaves, making a "swish" sound, and blows on apple leaves, making a "crash" sound. The autumn rain is lingering. Autumn drizzle drips on corn leaves, and the sound of rustling is endless. It dripped on the apple leaves and heard the sound of brushing. The wind and rain in autumn have brought wonderful scenery to my hometown.
Autumn scenery in my hometown is colorful. Especially under the "Longwan Reservoir" dam, I really saw autumn scenery in my hometown. From a distance, rows of colorful trees caught my eye, dark green, light yellow, dark yellow or red, very beautiful.
Akita in my hometown is desirable. When I returned to my hometown in autumn, I saw a busy scene in the field. Fruit trees are the roots of hometown, and autumn is the "fruit" of hometown. Therefore, autumn in my hometown is a memorable season; The fields in my hometown are a treasure trove for people to harvest fruits. In autumn, in the apple tree forest in my hometown, I don't know how many men and women are climbing on the leafy and fruitful apple trees, and they are very busy picking bags for apples. Most fruit farmers in my hometown plant "Red Fuji" apples. In order to improve apple surface coloring, improve fruit surface smoothness, reduce pests and diseases and reduce pesticide residues, they start bagging apples every spring. At this time in autumn, I began to pick bags and let the apples shine for a week. Then when they are bright red, I began to pick them. I saw busy figures of men and women crawling up and down the fruit trees around the Woods, picking apple bags very skillfully, like a cheerful dance, playing the harvest song of the autumn earth. At the end of the day, at least 3000 apple bags should be taken off. The wrapped apple is like a silkworm, breaking its cocoon into a butterfly, and seeing the light of day again, I saw countless fruits covered with branches and bent. The crowded red apples showed a bright smile, and soon, the smiling faces of the fruit farmers opened. A week after picking apples and lighting them, every household began to pick apples. Some help each other, some pay people to pick them, and some invite relatives and friends to pick them ... The orchards in autumn are beautifully distributed and become a beautiful landscape in rural fields. Take a closer look at the people in the orchard. Some climbed to the fruit trees to pick, some picked on high stools, and some shuttled between trees with boxes ... The Orchard Autumn Harvest Concerto was played.
In the other corner of the venue, it is another busy scene. In the autumn cornfield, the busy figure is also shaking. Women are carrying baskets on their shoulders, constantly shuttling through the green gauze tents, harvesting baskets of full corn and harvesting more joy. In the peanut field in autumn, more than a dozen peanuts are flying, leaving their beloved land one by one. Peanuts are lovable, bidding farewell to autumn with rich fruits, and the busy scene of harvest is interpreted in autumn field.
In the autumn fields, the wild geese in the sky are flying proudly, shouting and flying with the word "1" upright or the word "one" sideways; Birds at low altitude twitter, or hover low, or sing and dance lightly; Leisure butterflies sometimes dance and sometimes fly freely; The nameless autumn insects have been chirping. They are singing an old and unchanging song. All this seems to celebrate the autumn colors and harvest, and make the autumn fields more agile and rich.
The villages in my hometown in autumn are particularly beautiful. My hometown is a famous hometown of fruit trees. As soon as I entered the village, I looked around. All kinds of vines, large and small, were planted in front of and behind every house, which were lush and full of vitality. In recent years, fruit farmers have introduced many grape saplings from all over the world, and there are varieties at home and abroad, including red, orange, yellow and green, with bright color, good taste and high yield. I remember that there are nearly 1 0 varieties such as traditional rose fragrance, Xinghua1,Xiahei, Hongti, Hongyi and Zeshan No.1, which are fruitful and beautiful every autumn. Every family hangs a bright grape on the vine, which looks like agate and pearl. It's beautiful and particularly attractive. People drink tea, enjoy the moon and chat under the grape trellis in autumn, and enjoy the joy of autumn under the grape trellis. They carefully cut all kinds of grapes and tasted them carefully. Sweet and sour. Autumn is the season of grape harvest. The grape vendors in the market in the city have all entered the village. Fruit farmers are busy selling grapes, cutting grapes, carving grapes and packing them in cartons outside their yard. Fruit farmers are busy harvesting, and what they harvest is a good mood. In autumn, the village exudes a quiet grape fragrance.
Autumn in my hometown is a beautiful painting, a touching poem and a beautiful story … Autumn in my hometown is the most beautiful!
Scenery prose describing autumn 4 When spring is no longer full of vitality and summer is no longer warm, autumn comes to us like a young woman in labor.
Walking into autumn, savoring the taste of autumn, with a little warmth, free and easy, elegant in calmness. The sky in autumn is blue and high, and the artistic conception in autumn is full and mature. Her attractive taste overflows the sky, and the refreshing fragrance is melodious and quiet, mature and beautiful in autumn. It is a seasonal poem; Taste the fallen leaves and know the autumn rhyme, and enjoy the indifference of dancing with yellow leaves. Listen to Qiu Chan's crooning, enjoy the gentle whispering of autumn insects, step into the golden fields and feel the charm of nature.
Autumn rain is not as rampant as summer rain. Drifting drizzle is sprinkled on people's faces, making them feel cool and indifferent, making wandering hearts feel intertwined, making thoughts like floc, like lingering fog, floating to the clouds with the cool wind.
Looking at the clear stream, admiring the yellow leaves drifting with the flowing water, and listening to the whisper of autumn water, it seems to bid farewell to the white clouds and the hot summer, shaking hands with the blue sky, and the ethereal Qiu Si faintly washes away the dust of the soul, which is refreshing.
Look at the autumn leaves. Look at those tall and straight trees. They bid farewell to the once bright colors. In their short and gorgeous life, they danced all over the sky in the autumn wind without regrets, and they were reluctant to part with their only beauty with the season. Say goodbye to green.
In autumn, enjoy the graceful blooming of chrysanthemum, smell the fragrance of osmanthus, feel the warmth and beauty of begonia, grasp the chastity of Chinese rose, embrace the wealth and dignity of camellia, and experience the straightness and ethereal of bamboo. When the fatigue of a day is eliminated by the autumn wind, it is also very comfortable to move a bamboo stool and sit under the stars.
Walking on the golden leaves all over the ground, bathed in the refreshing wind, my thin clothes swayed with the wind, watching the autumn sunset dye my wings red, listening to the sound of the shepherd boy piccolo flying vertically, singing the cricket in the autumn night, and watching Yin Hui with the bright moon sprinkled into the blue sky.
Stepping in Yuan Ye in autumn, listening to the trickle of the stream, feeling the coolness of the autumn wind, blowing up the beauty of autumn, dancing with my thoughts in the autumn wind, getting high. ...
Enter Yuan Ye in autumn, see wild golden fruits, taste the fragrance of fruits in the garden and feel the joy of harvest. In the harvest season, golden rice fields are wine brewed by sweat, golden soybeans and sorghum are full of joy of working people, and Man Cang is a gift from golden autumn. The red fruit is ripe and full, which makes the joy flow.
Walk into autumn, feel cool and taste the charm of autumn maturity. After dinner, I held a scroll in my hand and read the words about autumn carefully. What is fresh and elegant is that there are bursts of rich fruit fragrance in the poem; The taste of hard work and harvest is incisive in the golden autumn season; Our expectation for autumn explains the heavy eternity.
In our life, seasons are like a cloud and a breeze. We should praise the vigor of spring and the enthusiasm of summer. On the road of our life, we need spring rain to mature and autumn rain to harvest, which is also the most brilliant and proud season in our life.