There is a lot of rain in autumn, and it is always dripping, so we can't go anywhere. However, the air has become fresh, no longer dry, and once the rain stops, the autumn is crisp and beautiful.
Autumn is the harvest season, and there are many fruits. Huang Chengcheng has red apples, sweet pears, sweet and sour oranges and bananas.
I like bananas best. I can eat a banana in three bites. I like this fruity autumn.
Autumn, no matter where, is always good; However, the autumn in the north is particularly clear, quiet and sad. The reason why I have traveled thousands of miles from Hangzhou to Qingdao, and even from Qingdao to Peiping, is to enjoy this "autumn", the autumn flavor of this old capital.
Jiangnan, of course, there is autumn; But the grass is carved slowly, the air is moist, the sky is pale, and it often rains and windy; A person sandwiched between Suzhou, Shanghai, Hangzhou, or Xiamen, Hong Kong and Guangzhou can only feel a little coolness, and the taste, color, artistic conception and posture of autumn can never be fully satisfied, tasted and enjoyed. Autumn is not a famous flower, nor is it wine. Half-drunk is not suitable for enjoying autumn.
It has been nearly ten years since autumn in the north. Every autumn in the south, I always think of the reed flowers in Taoranting, the willow shadows in Diaoyutai, the insects in Xishan, the jathyapple in Yuquan and the bells in Tanzhe Temple.
Even if you don't go out in Beiping, you can rent a shabby house and live in the sea of people in the imperial city. Get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea and sit in the yard, you can see the high blue sky and hear the pigeons flying in the blue sky. From the bottom of Sophora japonica leaves, counting a ray of sunshine leaking to the east, or in the broken waist, facing the blue morning glory like morning glory, you can naturally feel the autumn breath.
When it comes to morning glory, I think blue or white is the best, followed by purple and black, and pink is the lowest. It is best to have a few sparse and slender autumn grasses as a foil at the bottom of the morning glory.
The locust tree in the northland is also an ornament that can remind people of Qiu Lai. Like flowers, but not flowers, they will spread all over the floor in the morning.
When you step on it, there is no sound, no smell, only a little tiny and soft touch. After sweeping the street in the shade, the silk pattern of the broom falling on the dust looks exquisite, leisurely and subconsciously lonely. The ancient dream that the world knows autumn is in these depths.
Qiu Chan's faint lingering sound is a specialty of the north; Because there are trees everywhere in Beiping and the houses are low, you can hear them singing everywhere. In the south, you have to go to the suburbs or mountains to hear it.
Qiu Chan's cries are like crickets and mice in Beiping, and like roundworms that every household keeps at home. There is also autumn rain. The autumn rain in the north seems to be stranger, more delicious and more decent than that in the south.
Under the gloomy sky, a cool breeze suddenly came and it began to rain. After a layer of rain, the clouds gradually rolled west, the sky turned blue again, and the sun appeared again; Idle people in the city, wearing thick green cloth coats or jackets and biting their pipes, stood in the shade of the inclined bridge after the rain. When they meet acquaintances, they will say to each other with a slow tone and a little sigh, "Oh, it's really cold." This word is pronounced very high and dragged on for a long time. )
"Isn't it? A layer of autumn rain is cold! " Northerners always read array characters like layers of words, which are flat and even. This mispronounced rhyme is just right. Fruit trees in the north are also a miracle for Qiu Lai.
The first is jujube; It will grow up in the corner, on the wall, beside the toilet and at the door of the kitchen. This is the heyday of autumn. Like olives and pigeon eggs, jujube trees show light green and yellow in small oval leaves. Jujube leaves fall, jujube is red, and there will be a northwest wind. Convenience in the north is a dusty world. Only these dates, persimmons and grapes ripen at the turn of July and August, which is a good day for clear autumn in the north and the best golden day of the year.
Some critics say that China's bachelor of arts, especially poets, are full of decadent colors, so there are many words praising autumn in China's poems. But what about foreign poets? Although I don't read many foreign poems and essays, and I don't want to write bills for autumn poems and essays, if you look through the collected works of poets in Britain, Germany, France, Italy and other countries, or the philosophy of peace in poetry and essays in various countries, you can always see a lot of praises and lamentations about autumn.
There is always a part about autumn in the long pastoral poems or four seasons poems of famous great poets. It is the best and the most interesting.
It serves to show that sentient animals and interesting human beings can always cause deep, distant, severe and bleak feelings for autumn. Not only a poet, but also a prisoner in prison. In autumn, I think I will feel a kind of affection that I can't have; Autumn belongs to people, so there is no country, let alone the difference between race and class. In China, there is an idiom "autumn scholar" in the text, and there are very common readers such as Ouyang Zi's Autumn Sound and Su Dongpo's Red Cliff Fu, so we feel that the relationship between China literati and autumn is particularly deep.
However, the strong smell of autumn, especially in China, can only be felt in the north. Autumn in the south, of course, also has its unique places, such as the bright moon on the Twenty-four Bridges, the autumn tide in Qiantang River, the cool fog in Putuo Mountain, the residual lotus in Lizhi Bay and so on. , but the color is not strong and the aftertaste is not lasting.
Compared with Qiu Lai in the north, it is like yellow rice wine and dry rice, porridge and steamed bread, bass and crabs, yellow dogs and camels. Autumn, autumn in the north, if I can stay, I would like to fold two-thirds of my life for a third of it.
Gorgeous Four Seasons autumn scenery is the most beautiful in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the four seasons are reincarnation, which is endowed by nature.
2. There are onomatopoeic words to write about autumn parks. The park in autumn is really beautiful.
When you walk into the park, the first thing you see is a large lawn. Some grass on the grass is still dark green, some are yellow-green, and some have lost their green all over, leaving only grass roots.
Reminds me of Bai Juyi's poem: "Wildfire will not completely burn them, they will grow taller again in the spring breeze." Next spring, they will definitely dye the land green again.
By the river, the tall and straight willows are no longer so lush and green, but have turned into blonde hair, combing her blonde hair in the autumn wind. The leaves of the buttonwood tree have also turned yellow, and the autumn wind is blowing, and the leaves are like flying butterflies.
Sometimes birds pass between them, as if to say goodbye to their partners for the last time. In the flower bed, pots of chrysanthemums are colorful and colorful.
Red is like fire, white is better than snow, pink is like chardonnay ... really beautiful! The water in the river is crystal clear, like a huge silver mirror, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds. Occasionally, a piece of fallen leaves floats on the water, just like a boat.
Ah! The park in autumn is so beautiful.
3. Autumn Woods Onomatopoeia Composition Autumn Woods
Autumn is coming and the weather is cool. White clouds are floating in the blue sky, and flocks of geese fly south in a neat "I" shape. The leaves of the tree turned yellow, the autumn wind blew, and the yellow leaves fell from the tree, flying in the air like beautiful yellow butterflies. Maple leaves are red, red as fire, and people's hearts are burning. Twittering birds are flying around in the Woods, singing happily. The grass turned yellow, as if taking off the green clothes and putting on the yellow clothes for the earth. Clusters of chrysanthemums, white, yellow and purple, are in full bloom by the grass. . Colorful, very beautiful. Little ants are crawling around on the grass, busy storing food for winter.
There is a river near the grass, crystal clear, like a transparent blue silk, lying quietly in the arms of Mother Earth. There are small fish, shrimp, turtles and so on in the river. Small fish swim around in the water, as if playing hide and seek.
Ah, the Woods in autumn are really beautiful!
4. Writing about autumn, there are 140 words with onomatopoeia. Autumn is coming, and we can play under a century-old ginkgo tree at the head of the village.
Miss Qiu dyed the leaves in beautiful colors. A gust of autumn wind blew off one leaf after another. Some are yellow, some are green, and some are half yellow and half green. They are dancing in the air.
The chrysanthemums beside the trees bloom like meteors, pearls and waterfalls.
Looking up, there are white clouds floating in the blue sky, sometimes like a group of white rabbits, sometimes like a few cocks, sometimes like a weather-beaten old man ... how rich!
A flock of geese flew south in the sky. They lined up in herringbone, lined up in a word, screaming as if to say, "It's cold in autumn. Children should cover themselves at night and don't catch cold and get sick. "
Ah! So autumn is so beautiful! I love autumn!
On Saturday morning, my mother and I can't remember what to eat. My mother suddenly made a suggestion-pancakes.
Mother went into the kitchen to get busy, and there was a sweet "Music" in the kitchen. Mother dug two cups of flour, poured a little water, and then stirred it up at the speed of flying clouds. The batter soon came to life. My mother cut the chopped green onion again, then cut a little ham sausage in the batter, stirred it, and when it was ready, she began to bake pancakes.
Mother asked me to pour some batter into the electric baking pan. As soon as I poured in the batter, the oil in the pot splashed on the table. I hurried back to hide, glad that the oil flower didn't splash on me. In this way, cake after cake was made, and I was very excited. Although Zhi is very tired, I am happy to help my mother cook.
Dad came back from work, slammed the door and smelled pancakes. So he smelled it and went to the kitchen. When he saw the cake we baked, he quickly pounded it with chopsticks and ate it "click, click". I am so happy to see my father eating so well!
6. There are onomatopoeic words describing autumn in the composition 140. In autumn, I came to play under the ginkgo tree, a century-old tree at the head of the village. Girls in autumn dye the leaves in beautiful colors. A gust of autumn wind blew off one leaf after another. Some yellow, green, semi-yellow and semi-green butterflies are flying in the air. The chrysanthemums beside the tree bloom like meteors, some like a string of pearls, and some like waterfalls. It's really beautiful. A flock of geese flew south in the sky. They are arranged in a herringbone shape for a while and in a word for a while. Their cries seem to say, "It's cold in autumn. Children should cover themselves at night and don't catch cold and get sick. " Ah! So autumn is so beautiful! I like autumn.
7. Write a composition with onomatopoeia. Fifty words of winter have just sent away the cool autumn, and winter seems to be coming in a hurry. Winter especially likes to play tricks on people, and always comes to you quietly, so that you can feel the breath of winter unconsciously. ...
I like winter-
I love snow. Snowflakes are flying all over the sky, like thousands of angels in white, revealing the breath of winter to people. Snow is the messenger of winter, and it will bring good news to people. Isn't there a proverb that says "wheat covers three layers in winter and steamed bread sleeps in the next year"? Wheat and snow are good friends. When wheat feels cold, snow will warm wheat's body with itself. When the wheat felt hot, it left quietly. When it snows, trees, houses and the ground are covered with snow. All silver is wrapped in plain clothes and turned into a beautiful mountain and river. Flying snowflakes, like dreams, are really "like dreams"!
I like winter-
I like the beautiful plum blossoms. Seeing those cold plum and cold ling alone, I remembered Chairman Mao's poem "There are hundreds of feet of ice on the cliff and beautiful flowers". Plum blossoms always bloom in the coldest time of ice and snow, not afraid of the cold, optimistic and modest. Although it is as beautiful as a hundred flowers, it never shows off itself on them. Being a man is the same: no
8. Write a 600-word composition with onomatopoeia. My mother often says that my father's snoring is very tasty.
I curled my lips. Isn't snoring "snoring"? Still smell? Hum, mom, that's-love me, love my dog! It was not until one day that my mother was on a business trip and I was "lucky" to share the bed with my father that I really realized the "charm" of my father's snoring. "Snoring-snoring-"Dad just fell on the bed for a while, and snoring got into my ear hole.
I wanted to wake my father, but thinking of his busy running around during the day, I hooked my outstretched index finger and thumb and took it back. Forget it, I'd better calm down and listen to dad's snoring.
Listen, a subtle sound is gradually exhaled from dad's nose, and slowly, the sound becomes rough, just like the sound of the pier in the morning accompanied by a heavy and melodious song. After a while, "grunt, grunt ..." became clearer.
At this moment, the busy scenery on the dock of Jiangnan water town disappeared, and the snoring that followed was like a tractor "chug". It seems to be open on soft land, thick and boundless.
This sound reminds me of the autumn in the Great Northern Wilderness. After a while, my father's snoring seems to have improved a little. His snoring has become quite rhythmic, just like a large percussion band, repeating some beats.
"Hum-shout-shout.
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Suddenly, the snoring suddenly increased, and the voice became more dignified, like thunder that caught people off guard in a hot summer day. Slowly, the voice softened.
"Boom-"Another thunder exploded in my ear. The snoring of "Ka" suddenly stopped, and something seemed to be missing in my ear.
I listened attentively, and after a while, the silence was broken by a loud cry. The sound poured down to the bottom like a waterfall, echoing like Hong Zhong.
The snoring died down. Gradually, gradually, the snoring suddenly increased again.
Dad's snoring is not only "snoring", but also the melodious beauty that changes one after another, just like the music played by an instrument.
It seems that dad's snoring really has some charm. Romain rolland said: "Life does not lack beauty, but lacks eyes to find beauty."
Many things, if you look at them from another angle or mentality, the results will often be very different. In my eyes, my father's snoring has another charm.