2. Autumn, in this charming season, leaves are falling from the branches, flocks of geese fly southward in herringbone, pieces of mature sorghum float endlessly like sunset clouds, and golden autumn chrysanthemums bloom more brilliantly in autumn.
3, autumn wind, she is like a girl, dressed in golden clothes, with light steps, quietly came to the world. You see, Miss Qiu came to the field and dyed the cotton ball as white as snow. Corn was very happy when she saw Miss Qiu. She deliberately changed a bunch of golden tassels and grinned, revealing white teeth. Soybean may be too excited, and some even burst into laughter; Rice is particularly polite, bending down to meet the long-lost autumn girl; Sorghum has always been afraid of meeting strangers, that is, afraid of meeting Miss Qiu. I'm still embarrassed. My face turned red.
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Extract about 300 words from the leaves describing autumn; ? Look! Some of the maple leaves there are red, some are dark green and some are yellow. These three colors form a harmonious picture, which is really beautiful! Ginkgo biloba leaves are not to be outdone. They turn yellow piece by piece, like a golden umbrella, supporting a blue sky. Let's look at Holly again! They are still so green and energetic. From a distance, they shine like soldiers. ? Compared with those leaves, the bright red maple leaves are more noticeable. Some are bright red, some are green with red, and all are yellow. How colorful they are! From a distance, maple leaves are like butterflies swaying in the wind. Looking at it, I can't help but think of a well-known poem by Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February." Liu Yuxi is right: "Autumn has always been sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring. On the clear sky and the clouds, it brings poetry to Bixiao. " This gold, no, this green, no, this red is wrong ... Oh, autumn is colorful, as good as spring with birds and flowers. In the autumn of October, even the colorful leaves are full of deep autumn.
100 text describing autumn scenery, taken from crisp autumn. This word is really appropriate to describe autumn. The sky is so high and blue, just like a vast ocean. Standing on the mountain, the cool wind eliminated all my fatigue. Look up and you can see the whole city. The red maple leaves fall gently, flying like a few dancing butterflies in the happy world. Yellow leaves covered the road with a golden carpet. Qiu Chan is playing and singing happily on the grass, as if singing the harvest season. The golden rice fields in the distance are rolled like golden waves by the autumn wind, which is very spectacular. Persimmon trees are covered with red fruits, and there is a faint sweetness in the air. In the garden, chrysanthemums are red, yellow and white. Some are in full bloom, some are graceful, and some are shy. How rich! Autumn is the harvest season and the happiest season.
Ask for a beautiful article about autumn, about 700 words. 3 p.m.
Readers. 17 Xiao Xinnan
Autumn is already so deep. I stubbornly knocked on the previous sentence. I know that this autumn has just entered the stage of summer. Clear pronunciation and mellow voice of the green meticulously adhere to the foundation, everything in the bones is cut for the spectators to see. Green, fat, red and thin-that's autumn. The plants in the ecological garden, the plants in the field and even the plants in the field are stubbornly interpreting the predicted ending. I lost my simple temper, tangled and torn with seasons and ruthless time, and refused to give up. Just like that spoony woman, abandoned by an ungrateful ungrateful man, she is still stubborn, her eyes are swollen with tears, and she occupies the empty nest of others. Everywhere is desolate and the pain is unbearable. Using such a metaphor is offensive to Qiu, who I love, and will be looked down upon, but I don't care so much. Everything will eventually flourish and decline, and the ultimate beauty is decadence. I like to stop at the most beautiful moment. Like life. Another example is love.
This autumn is a prosperous feast, full of weather and dignified manners. She is a gorgeous woman with an awed smile, not intimate, but not shocking. Standing only a few steps away, she was fascinated. The so-called empathy, at this time there is a kind of beauty that can only be understood but not expressed.
In the clear autumn, there are geese flying in the air, with the wind, piercing the quiet blue. One line is wild geese, and the other line is wind singing and birds singing. Under the sky, the reed flowers have not yet frosted, and the grass tips are only slightly whitened. Autumn rain's tentative fingers knocked on the window, and they were in the bun, like stars. Red medicine opens the bright moon bridge every night, and no jade person teaches Xiao; Polygonum multiflorum swayed alone on the low wall, letting the wind from south to north blow her beautiful long hair. Chai Fei, an uninhabited yard, is locked, and parting is nailed to the moldy iron lock, like heartbroken love. Without warm sustenance, there will be desolation and decadence. The wanton creeping weed grows wild and gives up on itself, and is seriously laughed at by crickets who are busy with concerts. Weeds don't care, don't care, don't think about anything. How can this heart slow down for a while Just let them gossip, compose music and sing nonstop every night.
"cicadas are gone, and the leaves are yellow" means late autumn. "Leaves fall like the waves of a waterfall", and the sky tells the bleak loneliness. Standing in the window facing south, count Sanqiu cassia seeds. The medicine pot on the windowsill is covered with moss, full of past events and memories, and the warmth, laughter, greetings and care that can still be touched are gone. In the cold autumn, I waved five strings, but I was a little unwilling. The moonlight at night, as pure as a petticoat, as scattered snowflakes, covers the past temperature and carefully looks at the old love. Before shaking hands, his eyes quietly moved away, and he turned and left. Like lovers who turned against each other and had to bow their heads and say goodbye. Don't pin your baby on your clothes. The grasshopper boat, which is getting thinner in autumn, can't bear such melancholy. The autumn wind is bleak, who is the passerby walking in Ge's clothes?
If time pulls the body back, autumn will get thicker and thicker day by day. Loneliness and emptiness, in the vast land, are called loneliness. The sound is spinning in the cloister of time, which makes people panic. Yi, on the other hand, dazzled people's eyes in a seductive nightgown, like a well-dressed lady passing by, filled with the fragrance of Datura all the way. Feet swaying, amorous feelings will be long.
I can't help sighing when I write here. Qiu is a mature woman, and stories and wounds make a woman attractive. If spring is a girl as beautiful as flowers and pure as gardenia, she has nothing to worry about; Xia is a gorgeous woman like magnolia, with rich petals, no frown and drooping head, and full of domineering. Only this season, the end is full of enthusiasm. Autumn is a fragrant cordate telosma, a blue rose. You can call it a witch if you like. Full of thorns, stab yourself first, then others. Dignity is the last barrier. In the impermanent life, the deep affection of wisdom is exhausted by romantic love. Once a beauty is old, she throws people away. Gorgeous dresses are covered with frost and loneliness. As time goes by, she is no longer a green woman in the water. The delicate hands are cold, and the west Western jackdaw returns, and all the leaves and nuts fall, holding a desolate place. Tears dripping with beads in cold clothes are colder than the stars tonight. In retrospect, early love was once green, and in the unreasonable "green with powder", Wang Yang had love everywhere. In the depths of the season, spoony people are hidden in homesickness by time, and only on colder nights can they bow their heads and meditate again and again. A few years have passed, and the faint pain has grown into a tree that refuses to shed leaves, stinging the softest part of my heart.
Walking in the sky, looking up at the whistling. Love facing the water, lost in the harsh yellow of cornflower, or taken away by dandelion, drifted to a corner. Petals as thin as gauze read desolate lament, seemingly light but overwhelmed. Stop, stop, stop. Wake up in this autumn, forget the old dreams and be the idle clouds at the end of the mountain. Autumn is not too late, but it can still be recuperated. The foundation of life is so dim, hurt and pale, so hang persimmon red and let it get drunk until it reaches your heart, just like drinking old wine. Although the days are thin, the mood can be designed. The breath of autumn is strong, which just moistens talents. Color mixing, ashamed of Van Gogh who didn't have enough to eat. Bright golden yellow and red, red rhubarb is not bad, bright, warm and tragic.
The teacher asked the children to write an article describing spring. Spring is a season full of vitality, but also a beautiful, magical and hopeful season.
Spring has arrived, and all kinds of gorgeous flowers are blooming, all of which are so gorgeous and dazzling. The oilseed rape planted by the farmer's uncle in the field is also in bloom. Golden rape flowers have become the world of butterflies, and beautiful butterflies are dancing on the golden stage. They fly in the air for a while and stay quietly on the rape flowers for a while. Just like this, it also adds a lot of fun to spring. The beauty of rape flowers also attracts many "working people"-bees, who are always tirelessly pollinating rape flowers day and night. Occasionally, a breeze blows, and the golden rapeseed immediately surges up with undulating "golden waves". From a distance, it's really beautiful!
Spring is the season people yearn for, and people always make their own plans in this season. As the saying goes: "A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in the morning." It tells us that one year's wishes should be planned in spring, and the heaviest time of the day is in the morning. In spring, people start farming, transplanting rice seedlings and planting trees. Migratory birds also migrated from the south to the north, cheering for the farmers working in the fields. Some birds stand on tall trees, some simply stand on the ridge, and some stand on the staff. It is this that makes the farmers in the field happy and everything is very lively.
In spring, animals also wake up from a deep sleep. The grass began to sprout, and the land was full of thriving scenes. At first glance, there is a green scene everywhere, just like a watercolor painting.
From an article written by Lu Xun, about 100 words. After all, the end of the old calendar is most like the end of a year. Needless to say, in towns and villages, the weather for the New Year is from the sky. There is always a flash in the middle of the gray heavy night clouds, followed by a dull sound, which is firecrackers to send stoves; The fireworks nearby are more intense, the deafening sound has not stopped, and the air is full of faint gunpowder incense. It was this evening that I returned to my hometown of Luzhen. Although there is no home in my hometown, I can only live in Master Lu's house for the time being. ("Blessing")
Write an article about autumn, don't be too cliche, about 100 words, Miss Chun's footsteps are far away and can't be heard. Summer has passed quickly. We have a pleasant autumn.
Look, there is a maple forest at the foot of the mountain. I picked up a flaming maple leaf blankly and looked at it. Little maple leaf, many famous poets have praised you with beautiful poems.
Why do people like maple trees so much?
I looked down at this little maple leaf. It is fiery red and gives off an attractive smell. It is so fragile, but it has a strong belief that people have to respect it.
Is that the heart of a maple leaf? Oh, yes. Don't maple leaves have a flaming heart? Gently, gently on the ground, don't disturb the dream.
Excerpt from an article describing autumn scenery, 230 words autumn scenery.
Soon, autumn arrived, and Miss Qiu quietly came to the world with light steps. She drew a beautiful Chinese painting with pen drawing.
People have changed into sweaters and trousers. A breeze blew, and the children smiled and took kites to the square and grass. It suddenly became a playground for children and a paradise for children.
On the street, the trees have taken off their green clothes and put on the golden clothes that Miss Qiu gave them. They look impressive! Heroic, high-spirited, one stronger than the other. Gradually, they gave their children-leaves to mother earth to raise, because the cold winter is coming, and mother tree is worried that her children will catch a cold. Ah, after all, mothers love their children!
In the farmland, rice fields are thriving. It's time for farmers' uncles to plant hard-earned crops. Sorghum bent down with laughter. Whenever guests come, they all bow and bow, blushing like a shy little girl. Ha ha! The crops planted by farmers' uncles have rich fruits of labor. As the saying goes, "No pains, no gains"!
Teacher Qiu smiled happily when she saw all this.
Ah! How beautiful autumn is! I like this beautiful harvest season.
The lyrics describing autumn are about 200 words, and autumn wakes up.
Autumn of parting
Finally let go of your hand.
After you left.
Only fallen leaves accompany me.
Smile tears
Let the wind blow away, leaving only the freedom to forget.
Love has no result.
I hope I can make this mistake.
How can I get rid of it?
to the bitter end
A hand that won't let go
After autumn
We all have to learn to bear it.
Maybe time
Every time I miss you, I stop.
Let you go alone
The pain of tears in my heart
When looking back on the past,
You can't take your smile away.
The trace of sadness in my heart
This time of autumn every year.
Love to the end
The most nostalgic reason before the silence disappeared.
Quiet rhythm
The organ sounds beautiful, but the sadness remains.
When looking back on the past,
You can't take your smile away.
The trace of sadness in my heart
This time of autumn every year.
Love to the end
The most nostalgic reason before the silence disappeared.
Quiet rhythm
The organ sounds beautiful, but the sadness remains.
In autumn.
Stay for me
After leaving
Dawn in late autumn
dawn
The moonlight dimmed.
At the dawn of late autumn
Your hands are so warm.
The best season to leave
This is the coolness in the wind.
Just know how close two hearts can be.
The night fog slowly dispersed.
At the dawn of late autumn
I can't take my eyes off you. '
I love you just like breathing.
It feels unremarkable
Let love continue with life wholeheartedly.
Such a late autumn dawn
Infinitely awake in my heart
Travel far and watch the sky light up slowly.
Such a late autumn dawn
You don't have to be afraid of loneliness
When you cross the ocean, love will surround you.
The cold rain falls gently
At the dawn of late autumn
Your back is so lonely
Red leaves burn like fire.
No match for my heart.
My love will never go out and burn.
Singer: Xu Wei
Song: "My Autumn"
No one will notice.
Autumn in this city
The sun is shining outside the window
I have no warmth.
Accompanied by my singing
This is your heartbreaking fantasy
You use your tears
Touch my loneliness
Those helpless nights
I walked aimlessly.
Those helpless nights
You hold my hand.
Happiness is so far away
I can't see.
This autumn night
Makes me feel overwhelmed.
It's always late at night
Hear you cry.
The beauty of your fantasy
I never gave it to you.
It's a little cold this autumn.
Singer: Xiaoguo
You left this fall.
Suddenly I feel so lonely.
Walking alone on this long street
I always feel less warm in my heart
Autumn without you
I also began to become silent.
Because only you can understand.
Minecraft;?my?world
It's a little cold this autumn.
Loneliness is imprinted on my face.
Your smile is hidden in your heart.
It's a little cold this autumn.
I walk in the wind.
Like that fallen leaf.
Looking for a place to hide.
You left this fall.
Suddenly I feel so lonely.
Walking alone on this long street
I always feel less warm in my heart
Autumn without you
I also began to become silent.
Because only you can understand.
Minecraft;?my?world
It's a little cold this autumn.
Loneliness is imprinted on my face.
Your smile is hidden in your heart.
It's a little cold this autumn.
I walk in the wind.
Like that fallen leaf.
Looking for a place to hide.
It's a little cold this autumn.
Loneliness is imprinted on my face.
Your smile is hidden in your heart.
It's a little cold this autumn.
I walk in the wind.
Like that fallen leaf.
Looking for a place to hide.
Song: Fairy Tales in Autumn
Singer: Ai Orchestra album: Tianya
Autumn leaves fall one by one.
Keep plucking my heartstrings.
The figure of snuggling is still yesterday.
Warm your smiling face
I'd like to park here.
Look into your affectionate eyes
I don't want to sleep in my dream and tell you.
Miss you, master leng, sobbing at the moon.
The feeling of memory is one second a day.
The picture of holding hands flashed before my eyes.
Why write fairy tales in autumn?
The autumn wind is so bleak that it can't blow away memories.
It's hard to calm me down.
I'm tired of wandering for years.
I want to come back to you.
I'd like to park here.
Look into your blue eyes
I don't want to sleep in my dream and tell you.
Miss you, Lengye, and weep for the moon.
The feeling of memory is one second a day.
The picture of holding hands flashed before my eyes.
Why write fairy tales in autumn?
Miss you, Lengye, and weep for the moon.
The feeling of memory is one second a day.
The picture of holding hands flashed before my eyes.
Why write fairy tales in autumn?
Autumn is the harvest season and the favorite season of farmers' uncles. Rice smiled and bent, and the breeze blew and bowed to us! Sorghum blushed, shy and afraid to see people. Huang Chengcheng's corn kernels are like golden beans. Soybeans are blown by the wind to make a sound!