Autumn is a harvest season, and it is also a season full of joy. Teacher Qiu also quietly came to the world in this harvest season. She brought many gifts to the sacred Mother Nature. What gift did her arrival bring? Let's go and have a look!
In the morning, I opened the door and just walked out, I felt the difference between autumn and summer. The heat in summer seems to disappear in a blink of an eye, but the cool autumn wind blows against my face. Looking up at the sky, it seems to be higher, hanging in the sky like a huge blue cloth. The cloud seems to have faded, as if it had been splashed with light ink. This reminds me of what the teacher just taught us: the sky is high and the clouds are light. I walked along a forest path and found that the leaves seemed to be drawn with strokes. Some are all red, some are half green and half yellow, and some green leaves are mixed with a little yellow, which really seems to form a colorful special world.
Suddenly, a breeze blew, and the leaves danced like butterflies and finally spun down. The fallen leaves combined to lay a thick carpet on the ground, and even my feet were submerged in it. Walking, I came to a field. Sorghum, like a child who bowed his head and admitted his mistake, was shaken from side to side by the wind; Brother Pomegranate grinned and blushed with laughter, as if laughing at the way sorghum kept bowing its head; On the other hand, Sister Sunflower bowed her head shyly with a shy smile on her lips, because she thought Brother Pomegranate was laughing at her. Brother Tao in the corner thought that his sister had been bullied, so he couldn't think of any way, and finally fell directly from the tree! Ah, this is really an interesting kingdom!
Oh, I understand now. It turned out that the gifts given to her by Miss Qiu were coolness, falling leaves and harvest.
Autumn is coming, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the leaves turn yellow. When the wind blows, large pieces of leaves fall from the trees, and the dry leaves fall to the ground, making a "quack" sound.
Sound. 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.
Stepping on the path leading to the field, there was a cool west wind blowing head-on, and the leaves danced like fairy flowers. The fallen leaves on the ground are like naughty children running, rolling and rolling. Persimmon trees on the roadside are covered with red lanterns. They are close in groups of three and five. The field in autumn is represented by endless ears of rice. From a distance, the ears of rice look like a golden ocean. A breeze is blowing, and the waves in the fields are rolling, which is very charming! The ear of rice was bent by the heavy fruit, shaking its little head as if thinking something.
Walking into the field is like being in a golden ocean. Under the sunlight, it sparkles, and heaven and earth are integrated, and it is golden everywhere. Rice is growing well. Each ear of rice has more than 80 grains, and each grain is full of a big belly that is about to burst. Its stem is thin, but tough. Although it has been bent, it never lies down. Its roots, like eagle's claws, cling to the earth, regardless of wind and rain, without moving at all. Look, the old man over there is harvesting crops. He skillfully waved the sickle, and in a short time, the impenetrable rice field was cut several times, as if it were a golden road to happiness. People in the distant grain fields are also busy. ...
Autumn has passed through the curtains of the balcony, jumping, dancing and singing in my eyes. The dazzling brilliance, enchanting dance and deep melody finally opened the dialogue between us.
My thoughts quietly set foot on the familiar path in my hometown, climbed the stairs and stood at the top of the mountain, giving me a panoramic view of autumn scenery. The pine trees on the slope are lush, the persimmon trees on the edge of the ridge are covered with festive red makeup, and the ginkgo leaves are like handfuls of golden folding fans, sending the autumn wind into my ears. The farmland in the distance is even more colorful, and the rapeseed with cotyledons is green. The corn that is about to be harvested seems to be waiting for inspection, with golden pears, bright apples and flaming pomegranates hanging all over the branches. What an irresistible temptation! If it is cloudy and the clouds float lightly halfway up the mountain, you will have a feeling of traveling against the wind and shuttling through the dream world.
The criss-crossing roads are like the sleeves stretched by fairies, and all kinds of agricultural vehicles are busy carrying sweat-watered apples and hard-cultivated crisp pears to the market for sale. The dark faces of hometown people are filled with the joy of harvest, and Lang Lang's laughter reveals deep affection for autumn. My heart suddenly trembled, as if to join them, share the gift of nature, and sing the harvest song more bravely and passionately.
Compared with the enchanting summer, autumn scenery is more dignified and transparent. Autumn is the accumulation of maturity, the basis of storing hope and the battle horn to meet the cold winter. The sunset is like blood, and the breeze bursts, and your mood will gradually relax with what you see and hear. The harvest at this time is the best reward for the germination of ideals, sweating and unremitting pursuit. Therefore, on the way forward, we don't need to lament all kinds of setbacks, we don't need to feel sorry for ourselves, and we don't need to stop because of temporary loss. I believe that we will gain something from our efforts and struggles. Intoxicated by the rhythm of autumn, I am even more convinced that I will do something, think something and stick to something tomorrow, and then I will certainly gain something!
Golden leaves rustle in the autumn wind. Oh, they are singing the arrival of autumn.
When I was walking along the forest path, many trees were stained with autumn colors and put on gorgeous dresses. Huang Cancan leaves are everywhere. Leaves are dancing on the branches, and a cool autumn wind is blowing. Some leaves are spinning in the air and come to the embrace of Mother Earth. Some fluttered in mid-air, swinging from side to side, and after a while, they reluctantly bid farewell to the tree mother-in-law; Some are reluctant to leave, holding the skirts of the tree mother-in-law and swinging back and forth in the air.
I picked up pieces of leaves, including ginkgo garden, maple leaf and camphor leaf ... The golden ginkgo garden is like a small and exquisite cattail fan and a delicate skirt. Maple leaves are shaped like your palm, but they are as big as the tail of a red goldfish. Its color is so red and bright that it reminds me of a poem in the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu's "Mountain Walk": "Stop and sit and love the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers." The leaves of camphor tree are more interesting. On the same leaf, there are several colors. The colors on the leaves are roughly divided into three layers, the innermost layer is green, the middle layer is red, and the outermost layer is taupe. Put camphor tree leaves on your nose and smell them, and a fragrance will come to your nose. This unique fragrance is what bugs are most afraid of. The fragrance of camphor trees can prevent insects, which reminds me of the noble character of Grandma Soong Ching Ling. ...
When the leaves return to the roots, I will put them in the roots and turn them into fertilizer, so as to save enough nutrition for the new leaves in the coming year and moisten the trees.
I love autumn, and I love autumn leaves more. composition