Autumn is a knowledgeable scholar who has experienced setbacks and difficulties. Autumn is a judge of justice, it sweeps away evil, leaving only the word "justice" between heaven and earth; Autumn is a sprinter, crossing endless obstacles and leading us forward! Agree with 9| Comment 2011-1-519: 48 | Level 1.
Mood, written in early autumn
I watched the diary of summer wither slowly at my fingertips, and the last ray of sunshine in summer fell into my backpack at night. The mood is quite complicated, walking alone on the wings of autumn, watching the mottled light and shadow fall in the chaos of the city, ignoring the noise of branches. Facing the faint coolness of autumn wind, silently counting the fallen leaves in autumn and the yellowing memories in my heart, my heart suddenly passed a touch of shallow joy and worry.
People who once said they would never leave have already been scattered all over the world. Just like this fallen leaf, it meets in a bright season, but leaves in this lonely autumn. A romantic breath, a worry about the coming of autumn, with the unscrupulous singing of yellow leaves, and then turned into autumn wind, blowing pale cheeks. As time goes by, people return to sadness, smearing the footsteps of time flying. The four seasons change, cloudy and sunny, and the flowers bloom until the leaves fall. On the title page of early autumn, the sadness of falling asleep is hard to sleep. Summer has gone and autumn has come, and I feel very sad. The fragment of breaking up with fallen leaves this autumn is slowly played in the article. Sad, because autumn makes the earth desolate and lonely.
There is a dream in early autumn, and the dream is bleak. When the dream glides in the darkness outside the window, when the dream sighs and grieves in the sound of the broken bridge book, I shed tears in the moonlight night, only for the disability of the dream. I woke up from my dream and came to this unexpected city, so suddenly and unprepared. Autumn is coming, I want to stand in this cold wind, let the wind shake my body, let the fallen leaves corrode my body, and let the autumn rain erode my skin. Fortunately, I saw distant thoughts. Through the clear mist, I walked through the clouds with a smile and light. It exudes ink fragrance and haunts my dreams. Happiness is a longing for tomorrow and an expectation for next season.
Time is like water, and years are like songs. The four seasons can be reincarnated, and youth will also leave memories and sadness. I dare not cling to this happy and worrying dream of floating in early autumn. Only in the autumn season, I yearn for a happy autumn.
Now, standing in the early autumn rain and wandering in the cool autumn wind, I have learned to be strong for no reason, and I have persisted in my stubbornness inadvertently. I have tears, but I still smile. I am hurt, but I am no longer sad in the middle of the night. Only the sigh and touch of the fallen leaves in early autumn make me remember. Tomorrow, I will run in my dream, work hard with the support of my friends, and embrace my expectations in sleepless nights.
This is my mood, written in early autumn. Agreed 1| Comment 2011-kloc-0/-615:13 48448366 | Level II.
The campus in autumn is so beautiful.
In the deep cold night, the curtain hangs heavily in front of me, and the light through it is very bright and passionate. There are many books around me. I always do. I don't think the neat appearance of the desk is for study, so let it be in a mess; I looked at the light, the watch beside me, and my practice. I know I don't study as well as other children. I know I must work harder. I know there will be many children who work hard in front of the lights like me at this time, but I just want to cry now, but I'm sure it has nothing to do with fatigue, because such a scene makes my thoughts spread.
I remember it was autumn, too, and Silver and I were saying our last goodbye. This is a warm autumn, the sun shines like a melting person, surrounded by an attractive green. If it weren't for the coolness in the morning, I think it would be that kind of gentle summer. I looked at the shining sunshine on little silver eyelashes and the smile hanging on her mouth, and I felt very comfortable. Then we sat on the steps and accumulated memories of the future over and over again. Soon there was an old woman sitting on the flower bed steps in the shade. She is really an old grandmother. It suddenly occurred to me that if my grandmother who died long ago was still alive, it should be like this. Silver knew that such a scene reminded me of the softest place in my heart, so we were all quiet. I looked at my grandmother carefully, looked up at her gently, and looked at the sunny place again. Her eyes are calm and can't stand any waves, and her eyes are wide open. What do you think she's thinking? Silver asked me. I said I didn't know, but I said I wanted to cry when I saw her eyes like that. Silver patted me on the shoulder and didn't speak again.
The weather in autumn is warm and confused, and there are many things flying in the air. I don't know whether the insects that can't survive autumn are dying or the flying wool. The grandmother watched it for a long time. She is really old. There are not only countless wrinkles on her face, but also many worries. "Silver, what do you think will happen when we are all so old, basking in the sun all day, counting wrinkles in the mirror, or remembering the past with him?" I said quietly. "I don't think I have to worry about not getting up tomorrow, and I don't have to worry about not being beautiful enough or not being reused." She said with a smile. Say that finish, smile solidified in my mouth, the same word flashed through my mind, death, death that we can never escape. I suddenly felt very scared. I said, "They will walk in front of us." Silver didn't speak, and we all know that under such circumstances, talking about such topics will bring tears, and there is a lot of silence among us. I am a homesick child. I think autumn has passed, can spring be far behind? Then, after spring after spring, who will love me in their last spring? When I left, Silver said to me, "Don't always do this, some things are too early to remember." She spoke easily, but her heart was full of sadness. She is comforting me, although she knows she can't control my thoughts.
When I passed the old woman, I thought of many people, including Silver beside me and myself. I can see the wrinkles on her face more clearly, deep and dense. This is a kind of sadness. I think she may have been a beautiful woman with delicate makeup and delicate heart, but in any case, she wouldn't have thought that after so many years, she looks haggard now. I'm not sure whether she will sit here in the sun at this time next year, and whether she will be so sad and confused, but I know that in the autumn after many years, when I am like her, in such a bright autumn, I will stare at the bright light in front of me and recall the past in the intricate palm prints of my hand. Maybe, just like now, I still have Silver beside me. I know that these have nothing to do with decadence, but they are deeply infected with its breath in this autumn gaze.
Autumn also has personality.
My autumn is beautiful, rich, happy and fresh. I like autumn and her blue sky; Like her fruitful results; Like her dancing leaves; Like her cool climate. There is no sweltering heat in summer and no cold in winter.
Come to the countryside, stroll along the country road, and look for my autumn. Walking in the field, the first thing you see is rows of neat sorghum. The breeze blew, and sorghum shook her flaming head to express cordial greetings to me, showing off her plump face to me, heralding the arrival of another bumper harvest year. There is a piece of yellow grass under my feet, which reminds me of an ancient poem "The vast sea of grass comes and goes with the seasons". Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. "I sincerely admire the tenacious vitality of this little creature and look forward to her wearing new green clothes again. On the grass, a few dandelions are scattered sparsely. When the wind blows, fluffy little white hair flutters with countless fantasies.
Cross the field along the path, come to a small river, walk along the river, and several lovely small fish appear in the river from time to time. If you are lucky, you can also flock of shrimps. I still remember that in summer, my grandfather and I always caught a lot of little black loaches in the river. Recalling that time, I am very happy.
There is a tall poplar tree by the river. Climb to the poplar, lean on her, and look at the blue sky and faint clouds through the canopy. Breathing the fresh air emitted by poplars, fresh and natural, I am deeply intoxicated. Pick up some fallen leaves and throw them into the river, let them float away with my deep thoughts.
I love autumn, and I love her refreshing autumn. Love her blue sky; Love her rustling autumn wind; Love her golden coat; Love her plump beauty. Ah! Beautiful autumn, this is my autumn, my personality autumn.
In this autumn, maple leaves are red.
The autumn wind is like a knife, blowing bitterly, raising the dust all over the sky, misty. There are some semi-withered leaves hanging on the desolate and vigorous branches, and they will struggle between seemingly falling and not falling in the autumn wind. After all, they will fall quietly and curl like butterflies.
It is said that autumn is a season of sadness, and it is said that autumn is a time of separation.
I walked on a quiet path in the mountains. In the mountains, every leaf was dyed red by the autumn wind. It's as if I'm hunting in the lonely wind, dancing with vigorous burning vitality and showing the pride of life.
I took a piece, dried it and put it in a book.
On the way down the mountain, I was at a loss, wondering if I could do well in this exam. Although it is only a monthly exam, it is also an evaluation before the mid-term exam. Since the second day of junior high school, I have never been in the top ten of my grade. Every day, I have to face the sigh of the teacher and the disappointment of my parents. I tried again and again with confidence, but in the end I failed.
When I got home, I turned on the computer and turned on the stereo at full blast. I gently and wearily threw away my exercise books and books.
I don't want to learn anything, and I don't want to play anymore.
After every hard struggle, I have only one hand left.
Just, just, just like this, struggling at the forefront of the grade, as if the struggle is endless. However, I'm not a genius, and it's impossible to satisfy everyone every time.
The wet and cool wind blew in, and the books spread out on the table were blown over several pages, and the papers were twisted together and creaked.
The fiery red maple leaves, lightly free from the shackles of books, float lightly in the room. The trace of its movement is not fast, extremely soothing and extremely firm. Obviously, life has been separated from the trees on which it depends. However, the fiery red color has not weakened with the passage of life.
Unconsciously, my attention has been completely attracted by the flying maple leaf. I forgot to leave my seat and followed its trajectory in the room to the desk.
After turning on the eye protection lamp, I finally took out my exercise book and draft book and began to calculate the exercises carefully. The nib dances like a beautiful dance.
The room is full of brilliant red.
This autumn, the maple leaves are swaying, and all the misty hopes are dyed red, gorgeous and colorful. Agree with 3| Comment (1) 2011-617:14101.
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The geese flying south tell people that autumn is coming.
Chrysanthemums in autumn are in full bloom proudly. There are red, yellow and white ones. Red is like fire, yellow is like gold, and white is like jade. Their shapes are different, some are naughty and lovely, while others are solemn. It's amazing. "Cold Ling Alone" Only plum blossoms are in full bloom in winter, and only chrysanthemums are in full bloom in autumn; We learn from the strong will of plum blossom and the positive spirit of chrysanthemum. ...
Autumn is the harvest season. Look, there are many big and red apples hanging high on the apple tree in the orchard. The grapes on that vine are big and purple. It looks really mouth watering. The two pomegranate trees are covered with red pomegranates, and their bellies are bulging, and some of them are bursting. It seems that they heard some funny jokes and laughed. Pomegranate seeds with thin skin are white and red, shining like pearls. Put it in your mouth, it's sweet and delicious.
In the field, there is a bumper harvest everywhere: cotton is as white as snow, cotton branches are covered with peach-like cotton, and dozens of flowers bloom on a tree, which makes the cotton branches bent; Rice is as thick as chopsticks; Heavy ears of grain nodded frequently; Full of sorghum red like fire. ...
Autumn is full of coolness and a breeze, which makes people feel that winter is approaching step by step. Autumn is also the time when leaves show their charm. At this time, an autumn wind blew, and the leaves on the tree put on golden evening dresses and danced romantic dances in pairs. They left good memories at the last moment of their lives. ...
Autumn can not only bring good news of harvest, but also give people the courage and strength to make progress.
If spring is a newborn baby, as Mr. Zhu Ziqing said in his essay Spring, then I think summer should be a vibrant teenager, autumn should be a stable middle-aged person, and winter should be a kind old man.
In my opinion, the most distinctive of the four seasons is autumn. In autumn, there is no wonderful scene of freezing thousands of miles in winter, no bright future in spring, no cicada singing in summer. But autumn has her refreshing autumn wind and fragrant osmanthus.
Autumn is the harvest season. Standing by the field and looking around, a vivid "Harvest figure in autumn" will come into your eyes: in the field, sorghum blushes and rice bends; At the edge of the field, the straight fruit of the fruit tree is ripe, just waiting for the farmer's uncle to pick it; Under the tree, the farmer's uncle put down his sickle, wiped his hard sweat with a towel, smiled at the harvested fields and enjoyed the harvest.
The scenery in autumn is very beautiful. We can understand it from the words used by literati to describe autumn, such as "autumn wind sends cool" and "lush foliage", but this is not enough. Appreciation in real life is more poetic. If you want to look for autumn, I suggest you go for a walk in the Woods and choose a sunny afternoon. Because this time can make you feel the breath of autumn best. At this time, I am walking alone on the quiet forest path, the autumn wind blows, the autumn sun shines, and Lin Tao's voice; Smelling the charming chrysanthemum fragrance and watching the golden leaves on the tree fall with the wind can't help but remind you of the poem in Huang Chao's The Last Chrysanthemum: Wait until September 8th in Qiu Lai, and I will kill all the flowers after they bloom. Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums.
Autumn is not only beautiful, but also philosophical. Middle age is the golden age of life. During this period, people can freely fly their dreams and hopes, and strive for their own ideals and goals to meet their own lives. If people don't work hard at this time and don't sow their hopes, then it is difficult to have a good harvest in their lives.
I am now in the early summer of my life, and the autumn of my life is still far away from me. But can I relax and wait until the autumn of my life to fight? No, you can't. Now I will continue to fight, lay a good foundation for the autumn of my life, and lay a good foundation for the four parts of my life: celebrating spring-exploring summer-fighting for autumn-enjoying winter. I love the spring when flowers are in full bloom; I like cool summer; I love the silver winter made of pink jade; But I prefer colorful autumn.
Now that the Mid-Autumn Festival is over, fat cicadas can no longer be found on the trees. Mother-in-law Feng came in a hurry to make people put on long clothes. She looked up and saw flocks of geese flying south in an adult shape. ...
Autumn is coming. Autumn is the harvest season. There are all kinds of red apples, Huang Xiangjiao, purple grapes and green oranges in the vegetable market. All the fruits and vegetables are complete, emitting a refreshing fragrance. In particular, the striking pomegranate red and full particles exude a mouth-watering fragrance.
Autumn is a cool season. Every morning, people go to work and school happily, breathing fresh air, listening to birds singing and cool wind. All the troubles in their hearts disappeared without a trace. No wonder it's called autumn!
Autumn is also a colorful season. In the park, the leaves of ginkgo trees turned golden yellow, maple leaves changed from light red to fiery red pine trees like peppers, and cypress trees did not show weakness, still maintaining its unchanging green color and standing high in the Woods.
But autumn is also naughty. In autumn, the cool water in the stream flows away with the excitement of fish singing. The plump and lively fish frolicked and splashed ripples.
Flying over the fields in autumn. People's sweat runs down their cheeks, and fatigue can't stop a happy smile. The laughter of harvest broke the silence in the morning and scared the geese flying south.
The golden rice in the endless rice fields is blown like a golden lake by the wind.
In this autumn of falling leaves, we study and live happily, absorb the nutrition of knowledge and breed the richness of tomorrow. Painting with pure colors, longing for colorful dreams.
Ah, I love you in autumn!
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