When gold is dyed all over the countryside, it is the color of harvest. When night falls, I like insects that sing occasionally in the dark. With the joy of harvest, cherish and sing Qiu Ge carefully.
I like the coolness, not only the refreshing singing, but also the gentle breeze. I don't like the cold winter, I don't like the crazy summer, and I slowly walk across the land.
Like a graceful woman, without makeup, she disappeared quietly at last ... so gentle and quiet, she took away the heat and smoothed the spray. I love autumn, and naturally I love fallen leaves.
Some people say it is a flying butterfly, others say it is the hope of roots, and I prefer to say it is a bookmark. Just like yearning for scholarly family, I like a touch of tranquility.
A bookmark, a lifetime of years, green leaves, records everything in the context, fallen leaves, sink into the soil, and write the quiet years in the form of bookmarks. I like that calm, not angry or dry. Autumn, cool autumn, is naturally set off by summer.
I still love the coolness alone, just like faded waves, with magnificence and clarity. I think, under the green light bodhi, it is also about autumn.
Just like waking up with a drunken lie, people in autumn have the sweetness of strong tea, which is leisurely and refreshing. I like autumn, and I prefer to be cool.
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2. Like autumn in a poem, write a composition with ancient poetry. The spring scenery in 600-word ancient poems is provocative, with flowers like fans and willow smoke in array. "Bathed in spring, following the footsteps of spring, I came to see spring again with deep nature and hope.
Full of green in spring. "The spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan. When will the bright moon shine on me?" With the harmonious spring breeze, everything has recovered its former vitality. "The sky is raining, the autumn is crisp, but the grass is not nearby." The grass comes out of the ground, but it is faint, just like the hair on a newborn baby, hazy and beautiful; "I don't know who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors." The willows sprouted and the dense forest turned green.
"The fragrant tree has no flowers, and the spring birds crow all the way." Spring is so beautiful, so natural and so harmonious. "The shade of spring hangs green grass, and there are flowers and trees." It is unadorned green, pure green with natural decoration, which touches people's hearts and infiltrates people's thoughts.
Spring is hazy. "Apricot flowers are wet, and the wind blows cold." The arrival of spring brings a continuous drizzle. He connected spring with the earth and the world with the hazy sky like a crystal silver line. "Smoke and water are sold at the beginning, and the east wind blows willows." The spring rain is hazy, not as deep as the dark clouds before the storm, not as confused as the fog.
Spring is lively. "Fish comes out in the drizzle, and Yan is inclined in the breeze." In the bright spring, the fish jumped out of the pond, and the swallows glided across the sky with the breeze. "The grass tree knows that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of red and purple flowers are vying for grass." Spring is a kaleidoscope, a vibrant scene. The vitality of spring is so full of vitality, which is manifested in everything. The grass tried to wear its body out of the soil. Show their green posture. "The old tree has flowers, but no ugly branches." Big trees sprout new buds, grow strong bodies and expose dense green leaves. Small fish scrambled to jump out of the water and breathe the spring air. What beautiful and harmonious colored paintings!
"Spring is annoying, and a few flowers fall all over the ground." The drooping begonia on the pond has blossomed pink, a bunch, a roll and a branch, like a crimson cloud full of trees. It is light and lovely, so beautiful that people can't help but hold their breath to see it. The wind passed without a trace, but it blew off many petals, which fell with the wind and gently whirled into the blue waves.
The air in spring is beautiful. Although it seems inappropriate, I can't think of any words to describe it. This is the so-called "only knowing and not saying".
Flowers in spring forest are more charming, and birds in spring are more sad.
Spring is green, spring is hazy, and spring is full of vigor and vitality. Her green is bright, hazy and beautiful, and her vitality shows some vitality. What a beautiful spring!
It's spring, hazy and bright.
It's spring and it's refreshing.
It's spring, vaguely full of hope.
3. Praise autumn and write a poem about it. No less than 3 knots. Some people say they wrote it themselves.
Autumn leaves are like butterflies.
I said that butterflies in spring are like fallen leaves.
someone says that
Autumn is the summary of life.
It is the return of life.
I said autumn is a thinking philosopher.
This is a mixed theme song.
someone says that
Autumn is like the ancient Sui Dynasty.
It plays a connecting role in history.
I said autumn is
The respect that the strong finally won.
Behind it is a terrible winter.
…… ……
Autumn is actually using your own experience.
Teach young people to walk in a down-to-earth way
Be a real person
Autumn is actually a full moon borrowed from the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Soothe busy heart and get together.
Solve the pain of tourists and prodigals.
4. Write a 500-word composition with autumn as the topic.
Autumn has finally come. I grew up in the south and have an unusual love and attachment for autumn in the south. In the south, summer comes very long, so autumn always comes later than in the north. But the difference between autumn and summer in the south is obvious.
Autumn is the season of alternating cold and summer. After an autumn rain a few days ago, there was no longer unbearable heat, and the raging autumn tiger suddenly disappeared. People can go out of their homes, walk into nature and enjoy the unique scenery in autumn. In autumn, there is no scorching ultraviolet rays, the skin is hot, and the sunshine in autumn gives people a soft and charming feeling; The typhoon and roaring rainstorm have gone away, and the autumn wind gives people a refreshing and comfortable feeling.
Besides the climate, there are many differences between autumn and summer. For example, the colors of leaves in autumn and summer are very different. In autumn, the green leaves on the trees are not so bright, and gradually turn from green to yellow. With the deepening of autumn, the leaves of most tree species are golden and brilliant. Under the sweeping of autumn wind, pieces of yellow leaves have begun to fall to the earth, which is quite spectacular. On the country road, the smell of soil gradually becomes rich, and when doing morning exercises and walking in the evening.
In autumn night, the moonlight is no longer hazy, and the moon is bright and radiant. In the suburbs, there are bursts of fragrance of wild flowers and weeds; The nightingale's voice in the forest is crisp and beautiful; Among the trees and flowers, birds chirp, which is pleasing to the eye. The sounds of nature accompanied by autumn are wonderful. Sporadic frogs and faint cicadas seem to convey the departure of summer. When the shower stops, birds sing to tell people that autumn has begun.
Autumn is the season of ripe harvest. In the countryside, a golden wave of rice has been set off. On the hillside, oranges, oranges, persimmons and other fruits are everywhere; The melon shed is full of melons, vines and ripe melons, waiting for the sower to pick and harvest.
I like autumn because it has no bacteria and pests. Because it has no storms and no lightning strikes; Because it has no purgatory in the hot sun and summer heat; Because it's neither cold nor cold. I like the crisp and fruitful autumn. Autumn gives me an impression, scene after scene, bright and clear ...
I love autumn, appreciate autumn, cherish the autumn in my hometown, and look forward to reuniting with my distant relatives in my hometown every Mid-Autumn Festival.
5. The composition on the topic of autumn is full of chrysanthemums. Autumn is the season for chrysanthemums.
The ancients said, "When you are young, you can know when the fallen leaves will fall." A phoenix tree leaves, the world knows the long dream of autumn, always revealing the bleak autumn.
How many dreams, walking alone on the dragon, surrounded by boundless sea of flowers, gorgeous colors like transparent fire, soft but with its unique charm, as if to compete with the sun. What I can't shake when I wake up is the touch of gold.
So I had expectations and wanted to see the chrysanthemums in my dreams. Chrysanthemums are gorgeous, and she is graceful; Chrysanthemum is amiable, and she is gentle and affectionate.
Chrysanthemum may not be as coquettish and proud as roses, but it has its own exquisite and attractive beauty; Compared with peony, chrysanthemum is less tacky and more elegant. All-powerful heroes in history also love chrysanthemums. They often compare themselves to chrysanthemums, standing proudly in the snow and fearless.
Jing Ke, who gave his life to assassinate the king of Qin, embarked on a "journey" in the exciting sound of Gao Jianli. It's chrysanthemums in full bloom in the cold wind. The wild chrysanthemums in Ao Shuang left eternal light and shadow in the sky.
At that time, the overlord of Chu wrote "Where are you going?" in the embattled song: Yu Ji waved a sword, long sleeves brushed gently, the sword body danced gracefully around her neck, and bloody chrysanthemums suddenly bloomed. One last dance of Yu Meiren, with a hint of sadness, danced a sad song about the end of Xiang Yu's hero.
Soon, Wang Ba committed suicide in Wujiang River, and his blood stained the chrysanthemums on the shore. Since then, chrysanthemums on both sides of this river have been in full bloom for thousands of years.
Walking in the butterfly garden, accompanied by dancing butterflies. There are several pots of chrysanthemums scattered in the garden. Looking at them, there is a faint loss in my heart.
After all, in this city, autumn is dull, perhaps, there is no autumn. Then, the scene of autumn chrysanthemums all over the mountain, the spectacular "golden flowers all over the city", may only be seen in dreams.
Beside a pot of chrysanthemums, there is a butterfly resting on a branch. Flowers are planted on the soil, and dying butterflies flap their wings hard. The tenacity of life is admirable. Let this chrysanthemum accompany it through the final journey.
Flowers fall, the wind cools, and the butterfly-flapping dust goes with the wind. Autumn has come quietly.
When the sky was blue and the autumn was crisp, the town smiled and accepted its gift, a faint scent of holy chrysanthemum. Throughout the ages, chrysanthemum rhyme has flowed to this day. I hope that one day, the brilliance of the city will be decorated with chrysanthemums, chrysanthemums everywhere, and autumn colors everywhere.
Where I have been in autumn, I know the taste of autumn because of the fallen leaves under my feet. When the sunny sun shines, autumn comes quietly, without a trace of "footsteps", as if playing hide-and-seek with us.
If you don't look carefully, it's hard to find it around us. People always say that if you want to appreciate the beauty of autumn better, you should climb to the top of the mountain.
In order to see the beauty of autumn. I climbed high in three steps and two steps.
The wind is blowing on the mountain, and it seems that it will not stop until people are blown away. Under the "blowing" of the wind, the leaves rustle like a symphony full of rhythm, which makes people linger.
Most leaves can't stand the wind and fall one after another. If you reach out your hand, some leaves will float into your hand. Look at those fallen leaves carefully. Some of them are yellow and have no moisture.
At this moment, I suddenly realized that the autumn wind is ruthless. It blows off leaves one by one, making them "homeless" and "displaced". A feeling of melancholy and sadness arises spontaneously.
Perhaps because of this, there will be such a sad poem describing autumn as "the sadness and loneliness of autumn since ancient times"! Looking up at the sky, the boundless blue sky like the sea seems to have been washed by autumn rain. There are clouds floating in the sky, just like a canoe sailing, slowly floating and moving under the wind, which is pleasing to the eye.
After enjoying the beautiful scenery of the sky, I looked into the distance and saw a lake, which was hazy and gave people a hazy beauty under the cover of thin fog. Under the blowing of autumn wind, it seems that you can vaguely feel: Why does the wind start to wrinkle the picture of a pool of "autumn" water?
It turns out that the beauty between the faint can also make people feel a kind of comfort that has never been seen before. Perhaps, I have never observed it so carefully! Knock on the door. What hit me on the head? A pain pulled me back from my thoughts.
Only then did I realize that it was a pine cone that hit my head. When I bent down to pick up the pinecones, I found that many pinecones fell to the ground. This reminds me of the ruthlessness of autumn. It opened the pine cones and branches alive, making them fall to the ground alone, facing the danger of being trampled ... Looking at the pine cones on the ground, my heart was full of sympathy, but I could do nothing. What can I change? What can I do for them? I can only look at them silently.
At this time, I really realized what is insufficient. In fact, this is a very normal natural phenomenon. Nature must have its reasons for this arrangement, and there is no need to change anything deliberately, and so is life.
Everything should be natural, shouldn't it? This experience is not only to appreciate the beauty of autumn, but also a process of understanding life. Let me personally experience the beauty and uniqueness of autumn, but also let me learn the philosophy of life that is difficult to learn in textbooks, which will benefit me a lot in my later life.
Looking for the autumn of senior one in Chen Yajun (16), with a happy mood, I embarked on the journey of looking for autumn. Looking around, the trees on both sides of the road stood there neatly, like children in meditation, standing quietly on the side of the road.
The slightly golden leaves swayed in the wind. The sea water under the bridge also flows quietly and silently into the distance.
Compared with people playing on the shore, it seems a bit lonely. The car is still moving forward, and the autumn scenery comes into view.
Like walking into a gallery, the endless scenery dazzled me. There are red, green, hungry, purple, yellow, and ... colorful and beautiful.
Autumn is the harvest season, and pine trees are covered with pine cones. After seeing the beautiful scenery, we arrived at our destination.
As soon as I entered the gate, the green flowers and trees all over the mountain attracted me, and I decided to set foot on the highland. Along the way, although I didn't feel the birds and flowers in summer, I felt a little cold, as if I felt autumn.