Autumn is crisp and the sky is high and the clouds are light. Fruits are ripe, crickets are chirping and the weather is cool.
Grass has not completely disappeared from the earth, it is still green. In the garden, in the field.
Look, piece by piece, all of them. The children ran and jumped, somersaulted, picked up some fallen fruits and threw them at each other to see who could throw them farther and more accurately.
The weather is cool and the grass is green. Sweet-scented osmanthus trees, maple trees and evergreen trees are lush, profound in style, distinctive in temperament and full of elegance, golden, agate red and emerald green, just like paintings carefully drawn by painters.
Birds are busy migrating and ants are collecting winter rations. Daisy, a bunch of red petunias, at first glance, yes: orange, purple, competing, spread in the flower bed, like a carpet, smiling at the autumn wind! "Falling red is not heartless. Turning into spring mud will protect flowers!" Yes, it will become the spring mud that nourishes the earth and is not attached to the prosperity of the branches.
Autumn rain falls on red and yellow leaves, and on colorful leaves mixed with green and yellow. Luxurious maple leaves, delicate evergreen leaves, ordinary shaved leaves … they become more gorgeous under the baptism of autumn rain.
The fruit on the tree is maturing, and the fruit farmers in the field are busier. In urban and rural areas, workers, students, children and the elderly all come out to enjoy the beautiful scenery, relax, appreciate autumn scenery and do their part.
"A hard work, a harvest", hard work, in exchange for a harvest, full of autumn-like color gods, so that the color of plants gradually becomes stronger. Autumn, like a young man who has experienced the world, is mature and struggling.
Autumn, like a mother who just gave birth to a child, is great. It nurtures and sucks. Autumn, like a dying old man, is kind and tells us everything about life.
2. Imitate Zhu Ziqing's writing in spring and summer, expecting, expecting, the leaves are flourishing, and the footsteps of summer are approaching.
Everything seems to have just woken up and my eyes suddenly opened. The leaves suddenly turned green and the flowers turned red.
Grass grows out of the soil, long and green. In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.
Lotus, you won't let me, I won't let you, my mind is full of flowers to catch up with. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. Flowers are sweet, eyes are closed, hundreds of bees are buzzing, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, still flashing.
"Blowing your face is not cold, willow trees become a shade", yes, like a mother's hand touching you. The wind brought the smell of new ploughing, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Calling friends proudly showed off his crisp voice and sang melodious songs, which set each other off in harmony with the light wind and flowing water. The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the cow's back rang all day at this time.
Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be upset. You see, the falling rain suddenly tilted out, and people's roofs were splashed with water. The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green enough to stare at your eyes. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. Going to the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, people are walking slowly with umbrellas; There are also farmers working in the fields, wearing hemp fiber and hats. Their thatched cottage is sparse and silent in the rain.
The sun is so fierce that it makes people dizzy. In summer, he grows from head to toe like a teenager who has just moved.
Summer is like a naughty child, frolicking and playing.
Summer is like a growing plant, tenacious survival.
3. Imitate Zhu Ziqing's "Spring brushwork", the color of Xia Xia is crystal blue, such as blue sky and blue waves, full of coolness.
The color of summer is warm red, like blood, like sunrise, emitting the light of life.
The color of summer is fiery red, like a daisy, like the sun, full of vitality.
The color of summer is warm red, like a flame, like the sun, full of warmth.
The color of summer is crystal blue, such as blue sky and blue waves, full of coolness.
The color of summer is hot green, such as green leaves, such as countless forests, including surging please.
The color of summer is hot white, such as the beach, such as sails, full of passion in the scorching sun;
The color of summer is bright blue, such as blue sky and night sky, which shows the god of charm.
The color of summer is bright yellow, such as bright, such as summer flowers, which symbolizes the exuberance of life.
The color of summer is dazzling yellow, such as yellow flowers, such as sunflowers, which has a thriving influence;
The color of summer is like cool green, like lotus leaves, like mountains and rivers, which reflects the thinking after the heat.
The color of summer is green like fire, green like fields, and green like mountains and rivers, indicating that life is supreme.
4. Imitating Zhu Ziqing's "Spring" and writing "Summer", the whole summer is full of a tense, warm and urgent melody.
It's like a pot of boiling water on the stove bubbling, steaming and finally boiling. On the hillside, the fine sandy grass gradually grew into thick hair, and the faint smoke on the forest belt also condensed into a long black wall.
The light flying and slow dancing bees and butterflies have disappeared, but it is an annoying cicada, and the leaves have been ringing. The fiery red sun scorched the golden earth, the wheat waves rolled and beat the distant mountains, and the clouds in the sky beat the cars on the highway, like waves rushing to the ships.
Gold dominates everything in the world, and hot air floats across the fields, blowing ripe wheat fragrance. After half a year's savings, the spirit of spring has become a majestic trend, rolling in the fields and rising between heaven and earth.
Summer has arrived. The color of summer is golden.
From the perspective of painting, this makes sense. The color of spring is cool and green, such as blue waves and tender bamboo, full of hope; The color of autumn is fiery red, such as sunset glow and red leaves, which indicates the extreme of things.
Summer is just between the spring and autumn, which naturally responds to this neutral color-the harvest is there but the hope is not exhausted. This is a peak season of connecting the past with the future and alternating life. You see, the wheat has just been cut, cotton seedlings with seven or eight green leaves are growing in the field, sorghum corn with megaphones in the air, and melon seedlings crawling on the ground are all generating vigorously.
At this time, they did not grow slowly in the spring breeze and light rain, but flourished under the transpiration of the hot summer, making a final sprint at the end of Xiang Qiu. The melody of summer is tense, and every nerve of people is tense.
Looking at the farmers waving sickles in the field, they bent down and sweated like rain, thinking about cutting fast, cutting fast; Here comes the wheat, thinking about playing, playing. It is hard enough for them to get up early and go to bed late. They still have to listen to the window paper when they wake up in the middle of the night, but when the wind blows. Looking out of the window, the sky is overcast.
After planting the wheat, it's time to breathe a sigh of relief and water the autumn seedlings quickly. "There are fewer families in the month and more people in May", with summer and autumn on their shoulders.
Regrettably, scholars of past dynasties have written many spring flowers and autumn moons, but there are few shadows of summer. Probably spring is dissolved, and my eyes are full, but summer is always immersed in bitter sweat.
Leisure people naturally don't like this tense melody. I want to loudly praise this golden summer between spring and autumn.
5. Imitate Zhu Ziqing's "Spring" and write "Summer". The whole summer is full of a tense, warm and urgent melody.
It's like a pot of boiling water on the stove bubbling, steaming and finally boiling. On the hillside, the fine sandy grass gradually grew into thick hair, and the faint smoke on the forest belt also condensed into a long black wall. The light flying and slow dancing bees and butterflies have disappeared, but it is an annoying cicada, and the leaves have been ringing. The fiery red sun scorched the golden earth, the wheat waves rolled and beat the distant mountains, and the clouds in the sky beat the cars on the highway, like waves rushing to the ships. Gold dominates everything in the world, and hot air floats across the fields, blowing ripe wheat fragrance. After half a year's savings, the spirit of spring has become a majestic trend, rolling in the fields and rising between heaven and earth. Summer has arrived.
The color of summer is golden. From the perspective of painting, this makes sense. The color of spring is cool and green, such as blue waves and tender bamboo, full of hope; The color of autumn is fiery red, such as sunset glow and red leaves, which indicates the extreme of things. Summer is just between the spring and autumn, which naturally responds to this neutral color-the harvest is there but the hope is not exhausted. This is a peak season of connecting the past with the future and alternating life.
You see, the wheat has just been cut, cotton seedlings with seven or eight green leaves are growing in the field, sorghum corn with megaphones in the air, and melon seedlings crawling on the ground are all generating vigorously. At this time, they did not grow slowly in the spring breeze and light rain, but flourished under the transpiration of the hot summer, making a final sprint at the end of Xiang Qiu.
The melody of summer is tense, and every nerve of people is tense. Looking at the farmers waving sickles in the field, they bent down and sweated like rain, thinking about cutting fast, cutting fast; Here comes the wheat, thinking about playing, playing. It is hard enough for them to get up early and go to bed late. They still have to listen to the window paper when they wake up in the middle of the night, but when the wind blows. Looking out of the window, the sky is overcast. After planting the wheat, it's time to breathe a sigh of relief and water the autumn seedlings quickly. "There are fewer families in the month and more people in May", with summer and autumn on their shoulders.
Regrettably, scholars of past dynasties have written many spring flowers and autumn moons, but there are few shadows of summer. Probably spring is dissolved, and my eyes are full, but summer is always immersed in bitter sweat. Leisure people naturally don't like this tense melody. I want to loudly praise this golden summer between spring and autumn.
6. The teacher asked me to write an article about autumn, imitating the writing of Zhu Ziqing's Spring. Autumn is looking forward to it. The hot summer has finally passed, and the footsteps of autumn are approaching. Autumn is crisp and the sky is high and the clouds are light. The fruit is ripe, the cricket chirps, and the weather is cold. The grass has not been completely cleared. It's all over. The children ran and jumped, turned a few somersaults, picked up some fallen fruits and threw them at each other, and who threw them farther and more accurately in the competition. It is cool and green. Sweet-scented osmanthus trees, maple trees and evergreen trees are lush, with deep style and distinctive temperament, showing their elegant demeanor, golden, agate red and emerald green. "Falling red is not heartless. Turning into spring mud will protect flowers!" Yes, it will turn into spring mud to nourish the earth and not be attached to the prosperity of the branches. Autumn rain falls on red leaves, yellow leaves and yellow-green mixed colored leaves. Luxurious maple leaves, exquisite evergreen leaves, ordinary plane leaves ... they become more beautiful under the baptism of autumn rain. The fruit on the tree is maturing, and the fruit farmers in the field are busier. Workers, students, children and the elderly all came out to enjoy the beautiful scenery. Collect specimens and do their own work. "A hard work, a harvest", hard work, in exchange for harvest, full of joy. Autumn is like the god of color, which makes the colors of plants gradually thicken. Autumn is like the god of harvest, bringing people countless fruits. Autumn is like the god of joy, bringing people the joy of harvest.