I love autumn composition 1 The short books in spring are green, delicate, fluffy, dense and moist, and full of flowers. At that time, she was charming and affectionate, but she always made people feel a little mature. In winter, the grove has some feelings, the wind knife cuts off all its leaves, and the cold takes away her last star green. She exposed this branch and stood in the curtain of the morning light, making several crows sing a dry song. At that time, she was serious and indifferent, which made people feel a little inaccessible.
Only the small trees in autumn are what I like. I was walking in the forest, and there was a thin layer of fallen leaves under my feet, which was simply removed by trees. On the branches, red, yellow, turquoise and dark brown leaves are flying, not sparse or dense, just right. There are mature smells and indifferent styles everywhere. The branches are thick and stiff, with strings of green ripe fruits hanging. The forest is bright, but a little dark. The wind here is very soft, not as dull as the spring breeze, nor as cold as the winter breeze, just quiet. Come slowly, walk lightly, and the tree will burn the old city with this wind, with a cultured head.
On the ground of the forest, once the flowers have passed their prime, they are not as rich as in spring, but more fragrant and deeper. The small umbrellas of Portuguese Gongying are lifted one by one, elegant and idle, waiting for the moment of soaring and falling. The path bends into a charming forest, and the white light is beautiful.
The grove in autumn is indifferent, quiet, simple and mature like a middle-aged person who is neither fat nor thin. She has heavy fruits and distant thoughts.
In the morning, I went running on the path in the Woods. Then stand under a tree, hang the pocket radio on the branch, listen to the morning news broadcast and do radio gymnastics. When I left the Woods, I felt that the day had started well and my body was full of energy. On this day, I will work and study efficiently. At the same time, I will not be too sad because of a tearful event, nor will I be ecstatic because of a successful event. I am quite indifferent. I have always been quiet and peaceful, just like this autumn grove around me.
I am grateful to have an autumn grove around me. I especially like the Woods in autumn.
I love autumn composition for 2 years. It's beautiful, the flowers in spring, the moon in autumn, the snow in summer and winter.
I would like to be a cuckoo full of mountains, just for a spring without regrets. I want to be a star and give up a summer night. I wish it were snow all over the sky, just for a beautiful poem and painting. I would rather have fruitful results, just for the autumn harvest.
Autumn, clear sky, long white clouds, endless grasslands, small wild flowers, not the colorful summer, only a few years of peace.
In the morning, the air is filled with the smell of earth and the fragrance of all kinds of flowers. Smoke from the kitchen blurred the whole picture. The mountains are covered with fine gauze, the rivers flow, and the sparse cottages and terraces are covered with it, which is like a dream.
Deep in the forest, the trees seem to be unaffected by the years, standing there quietly, covered with green coats, mature and steady. After listening carefully, the voice of grasshopper came faintly, which added a little vitality to this painting. It was quiet but lively, making people feel unconscious peace and happiness.
And the most pleasant thing is the harvest. The sickle cut the rice, and the golden rice witnessed the hard work and sweat of the farmers for a year. The sound of machine harvesting seems to tell people: "The days will get better and better, and this year's harvest is very impressive!" A year's hard work has not been in vain, and the seeds sown have matured. Who can be happier than farmers?
Countless fruits are piled up in the city, everyone tastes joy, and everyone's face is full of smiles. How pleasant autumn is!
The gentle breeze scatters people's faint footprints. As the sun sets, the world is like a huge silhouette.
Autumn is like a painter, painting colorful scenery with a wave of his hand; Autumn is like a poet, spitting and writing the joy of harvest; Autumn is like a musician, singing softly and chanting colorful landscapes.
I love autumn!
I love autumn. Although it is already late winter, I still miss autumn so much. How unforgettable the beautiful autumn is!
Stepping into the park, I saw a flaming maple forest, and clusters were so lovely and full of vitality. Like the rising sun in the morning, it radiates light and heat. Reminds me of "parking in the maple forest late, frosty leaves are red and February flowers are red". Red leaves fall from time to time, gently drifting across my face. Oh, how poetic! I seem to have come to a paradise.
Walking on the path, one leaf after another fell to the ground, paving a golden "golden road". When you step on it, you make a "creaking" sound from time to time, which makes people feel very comfortable. It seems that there is no more leaf when you step on a cotton blanket. Every leaf is a "golden leaf", which is memorable. The naive and romantic child grabbed a few pieces of "Jin Yezi" on the ground, threw it up, and the leaves fell off. Is so beautiful, so charming. ......
Walking, I didn't feel anything fall on my face. Only then did I know that it was raining, it was raining in Mao Mao. Autumn rain is not as cold as spring rain, nor as violent as summer rain. It is like a warm mother, gently stroking her children. The sky washed by autumn rain is so blue. Although it was raining, I saw the white chrysanthemums beside me. They are still in full bloom enthusiastically, and crystal rain and dew are hung on their leaves. Oh, it blooms beautiful flowers in the rain, with the fragrance of dew and delicate posture.
The color of that autumn makes me unforgettable, lovely autumn! Beautiful autumn!
I like autumn composition. The four seasons are colorful. Look! Spring is full of vitality; Summer is like fire; Autumn is full of fruits; In winter, it is covered with snow. Although the four seasons have their own characteristics, in my heart, I always think that autumn is the only one.
Autumn is like a magical magician, dyeing our lovely world colorful. The maple was dyed red. From a distance, it looks like a lovely red cloud, more like a burning flame. Willow is gilded, so brilliant and lovely. Some leaves don't want to leave Liu Shu's mother! With the autumn wind, the leaves are playfully swaying on the branches and dancing as easily as butterflies. More yellow-leaf babies can't wait to pounce on the vast land. There are more and more fallen leaves, just like a thick golden blanket, so soft and comfortable to step on.
The countryside in autumn, when autumn comes, is the happiest thing for farmers' uncles. The wheat has been harvested, everything is ripe, even the leaves are "ripe", falling like a "golden parachute", which is beautiful. As soon as the farmer's uncle piled straw into a mountain, the happiest thing for rural children came. They quickly climbed the "mountain" of straw, and you pushed me and started to play. How brilliant their laughter is, they are so happy, playing hide and seek, drilling haystacks, … very interesting.
When I got home, I ate sweet apples and recalled the autumn that I missed most.
"Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is not as good as spring." Yes! Autumn is more colorful and interesting than spring. Who will feel a little emotional and excited when they see the gentleness and leisure in autumn? Is this red apple, Huang Chengcheng pear, purple grape and golden orange ... a wonderful gift for autumn?
I love autumn composition 5 Autumn is also beautiful, with sweet-scented osmanthus, colorful chrysanthemums and red maple leaves. The golden carpet on the road is beautiful and fragrant.
However, when the autumn season passes by in a hurry, only the frost leaves that are about to turn into soil and the lonely residual flowers on the trees are more noticeable. All I can do is collect the last fragrance and unique scenery of autumn.
Walking in the street, I saw trees on the roadside. They don't blossom or bear fruit, but they are also very interesting. Look carefully, there is a little red in the middle of evergreen trees-countless green leaves are mixed with a touch of red. Beside the tree, coils of patchwork leaves did not wither, like man-made, but they were natural. Pick it up and put it in a small bag.
Walking to the river, really, people can't believe their eyes: rows of graceful weeping willows, with soft and slender branches, enjoying their own figure on the water. Is this the scene of late autumn? Strange, let a person feel into a dreamland. Probably the cold air in the south came late. Liu Er didn't notice it!
It is no longer strange to see a camellia. The bright flowers on the tree are gone; The little green "star" branch is missing. Instead, scattered, yellow "thin" small residual flowers, dry and twisted branches, and occasionally found a few white flowers, they will be gently picked and collected in bags.
Oh! In lace, delicate and delicate young lilacs are in full bloom. Looking around, a fresh green field makes people relaxed and happy. Touch it gently, it's silky and comfortable. Take a piece, too
Look at the tree again, see a little attractive red, catch up, touch and retain. I picked another bright red flower.
Seal the bag and smell a faint scent, so comfortable, so fresh, so charming, so nostalgic.
Collect the last fragrance and fragrance of autumn.
I love autumn composition 6 "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring." Indeed, beautiful autumn is better than gorgeous spring, I don't believe you!
In the orchard, grapes are like purple gems, sparkling and dazzling, hiding behind leaves and looking at people shyly. Pomegranates, large and small, seem to be glaring at Miss Qiu. With a wave of her staff, pomegranate immediately opened her mouth and her face was bright. Pears in Huang Chengcheng bent branches and made people drool. Persimmons are covered with branches like red lanterns. When people eat them, they will forget fatigue. Naughty brother Apple was teasing Miss Qiu, and soon his face turned red.
In the Woods, the ground is covered with leaves, red, yellow and green ... colorful and beautiful. A gust of wind blew and several leaves fell on the tree. Look, some are like Xiaohua, dancing with beautiful wings; Some are like orioles, spreading their wings and flying in the air; Others are like dancers, spinning lightly ... If you come to the Woods at this time, step on dead leaves and make a "squeaky" sound under your feet, the Woods will play a wonderful "symphony" in late autumn. You can also pick up some beautiful leaves and put them in a book to make specimens or bookmarks.
Chrysanthemums are in full bloom in the park: white as snowflakes, green as jade, yellow as gold, pink as rosy clouds and crimson as silks and satins. Chrysanthemums are in full bloom, the petals are strip-shaped, and the petals in the middle roll inward, just like eagle claws; The surrounding petals stretch outward, bend slightly and droop a little, pouring down like a golden waterfall. At this time, the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus wafted in the distance, which was really fragrant.
In the field, the rice is ripe, and the rice waves roll all over the floor like gold. The farmer's uncle came to the field with a sickle to collect rice. He smiled brightly and said, "This year is a bumper harvest." The waving sickle drew a beautiful arc in the air.
Look! Isn't autumn beautiful? I like autumn.
I love autumn composition 7 Autumn is colorful. It opens its own cosmetic box and turns many leaves into various shades of red, yellow or purple, and of course there are various changes in green. In autumn, many apples, pears, lemons and fruits listed in autumn are also painted with bright colors.
When the autumn wind blows, the leaves fall and dance like a group of elves; When the fallen leaves are blown by the autumn wind again, they fly in the air along the wind direction. Autumn turns the distant mountains into different colors, and they set each other off in a clear sky. If it is by the lake, the reflection of the lake is a classic landscape painting. At this time, some autumn flowers are also in full bloom, with the blue sky, the scenery is so beautiful, especially suitable for travel.
Autumn is the harvest season. Golden ears of wheat, corn in Huang Cancan and red tomatoes are all waiting for the farmer's uncle to harvest. Some of the grain, fruits and vegetables collected were transported to the city for sale, and some were moved back to their hometown with trolleys. That is to prepare for winter.
Autumn is the season when fruits are ripe. Red apples, Huang Chengcheng oranges, green kiwis, big red dates ... these fruits make you fondle admiringly. If you can buy so much fruit, you can eat it as a meal and it will be delicious!
In autumn here, it rains in Mao Mao, sometimes it is windy, and occasionally it rains heavily. When Grandpa Du Fu lived in Chengdu, he experienced a storm. The wind was blowing hard, thunder rumbled and it rained heavily. All the thatch on the top of Grandpa Du Fu's hut was blown off, blown to the trees outside the house, blown to the puddle in front of the house and the opposite shore of Huanhuaxi. There is no dry place at home. Thus, there was the most famous poem of Grandpa Du Fu, "The hut was blown by the autumn wind".
Autumn is a painting and a poem, and I mature in autumn.
I love autumn composition 8 out of the window, in the distance. A yellowish leaf, riding the wind, slowly falls in the swift stream, like an angel falling from the sky.
Autumn is here!
Leaves fell all over the tree and covered the earth with a layer of clothes. In the sky, a flock of geese gradually disappeared into the sky. In the distance, one fruit tree after another is covered with ruby-like apples. There are not only trees full of apples, but also a faint fragrance. This fragrance seems to be red, which covers me gently like a dream and brings me into a mysterious and silent autumn.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock ..." Miss Qiu spilled manna on the ground. Autumn rain falls on you obliquely, like ox hair, thin, dense and itchy. Autumn rain is naughty, nostalgic, emotional and unbearable.
Slowly, it becomes foggy, the air is foggy and the earth is wet. Everything is shrouded in white clothes, so mysterious and so quiet. The fog in autumn is beautiful, unlike the fog in winter, which makes people feel like they are in the dark-they can't see their fingers, which makes people a little angry.
"Autumn is really pleasant." Looking at the fruits in the field, the farmers laughed so simply, just like autumn itself-simple and pleasing to the eye! Farmers climb up and down the ladder to harvest the best gift in autumn-the fruits of hard work. Who can say that autumn is not hard? Who can say that autumn is not beautiful?
Gently push open the window, and an autumn wind blows across the cheeks and bangs. The wind is really light! Like a girl's skirt, over the grass tip, over the treetops, gently coming to you. This wind is really cold! Like the snow peak in Tianshan Mountain, it's cool. What a nice wind! Gently holding teacher Qiu's hand, I walked into this world step by step.
Autumn has come, dyed my hometown red and my heart red.
I love autumn composition 9. The wind is rustling, and I have wrapped my clothes tightly. Autumn has really come.
Spring is full of vitality; Summer is full of green; Winter is wrapped in silver. What is autumn like? Autumn is of course fruitful and colorful.
At first glance, the sky is a little gray. It seems that behind this fog, there will be colorful explosions at any time! The original monotonous green on the mountain is now all yellow, and the green is mixed with orange, which is very layered and has an abstract beauty. At first glance, it's a mess, but when you look closely, it's patchwork.
It suddenly began to rain lightly, so I was unprepared and without warning. The air is getting wet bit by bit. The fog started slowly, but the rain hit the air forcefully, and the water droplets stirred up were like dust suddenly stirred up on the dry ground in summer.
A bird struggled in the air, lost its direction at a loss, and soared in the city sky alone and sadly.
My meat pot raised its head to meet the autumn rain, and the green branches became brighter and brighter. Maybe this is the different feeling brought by autumn rain!
Suddenly the wind blew and all the smoke in the city was blown away. Pine on the mountain is "pine on the pavilion mountain, rustling in the valley, and having a stroke." How strong the wind is, the pine branches are! "
There is a good saying: "For a thousand readers, there are a thousand Hamlets." Different people have different feelings about autumn. Autumn in my eyes is undoubtedly colorful, but there is a kind of loneliness and desolation in this colorful, which makes people sigh that it is colorful, but it is also filled with a touch of desolation.
This is the autumn in my eyes and the autumn I love.
I love autumn composition 10 Autumn is coming. Walking on the road, I smell a ripe aroma of melons and fruits, and the breath of autumn is everywhere.
As soon as I walked into the park, I smelled the thick sweet-scented osmanthus. This clear and attractive fragrance makes me reluctant to go, and I can't help but take a few more breaths. The petals of osmanthus fragrans are golden yellow, hanging on the tree, just like a string of small golden bells. Colorful chrysanthemums are in bud, in various poses, and slippery to the touch, just like a child's little face.
Out of the park, I came to the forest again. The fiery maple leaves are so red that I can't take my eyes off them. Red maple leaves are like red chicken feet. I picked a maple leaf and put it in my hand. I want to keep it as a souvenir. In summer, the leaves were very fat, but now most of them are yellow, and finally they fall with the wind, just like people are old and finally die of old age, which makes people sad.
Walking into the mountains, I came to the orchard, where persimmons, apples and pomegranates ... were all ripe, and the orchard smelled of fruit. Red apples are like a child's red face. I picked an apple and took a bite. "Hey!" I quickly said, "Well, that's sweet! Very delicious. "
Out of the orchard, I came to the field again and saw a golden rice like a golden ocean. Looking closer, I found that some rice was not straight, but a little curved, as if nodding to us, as if telling people that I had a bumper harvest this year. The black, red, black and red sorghum in the field raised its black, red, black and red face, as if singing happily. Pieces of soybeans shook their pods and laughed their heads off like children clapping their hands. They all want to tell us that we have a bumper harvest this year.
Ah! Miss Qiu, you are so beautiful! You sent away the hot summer and ushered in the golden autumn.
I love autumn composition 1 1, and I love spring when a hundred flowers blossom. I like cool summer; I love the silver winter made of pink jade; But I prefer colorful autumn.
Now the wind mother-in-law rushed here. People put on long skirts and looked up. Groups of geese flew south in herringbone. ...
Autumn is coming, it is a harvest season, and the vegetable market is covered with red apples, Huang Xiangjiao, purple grapes, tomatoes and cucumbers. All kinds of fruits and vegetables are complete, emitting a refreshing fragrance. In particular, the striking pomegranate, emitting a faint fragrance, makes people drool.
Autumn is a cool season. Every morning, people go to work and school happily, breathing fresh air, listening to birds and cool wind, and all their troubles disappear without a trace. No wonder it's called autumn!
Autumn is also a colorful season. The ginkgo orchards in the park turned golden yellow, the maple leaves changed from reddish to fiery red like peppers, and the pines and cypresses did not show weakness, still keeping their unchanging green and standing upright in the Woods.
Flying over the fields in autumn. People's sweat runs down their cheeks, and fatigue can't stop their happy smiles. The laughter of the harvest broke the silence in the morning and also alarmed the geese flying south. In the endless rice fields, golden rice is blown like a golden lake by the wind. What a beautiful and moving scenery!
In this autumn, we study and live happily, absorb the nutrition of knowledge, breed the richness of tomorrow, paint pure colors and look forward to colorful dreams.
In autumn, you bring us coolness, harvest, bumper harvest, joy and dreams. I like autumn.
I love autumn composition 12 autumn, a beautiful season! Autumn, a harvest season! Autumn, a desirable season! Autumn, a nostalgic season!
I love autumn!
The leaves are scattered, the birds have gone home, and I am walking alone in the depths of the forest, but my mother has already photographed this scene. One day, I saw a narrow path deep in the forest. I stood in the middle of the path, and the leaves around me fell one after another, and some were still floating in the air. This scene is like an old man who is over 60 years old thinking peacefully about "Elysium". Very beautiful!
I ran to the forest, and now the birds seem to have joined in the joy, perched on the treetops and sang songs. The geese in the sky also flew south unconsciously, leaving only a string of "footprints" ......
At this time, I opened my arms and the leaves around me fell with the wind. They are floating around at my feet. I am attracted and intoxicated by fallen leaves. ......
On my way home, I was attracted by the golden wheat fields again. I saw full wheat seedlings swaying freely under the breeze, and the shadows were bright, which was really charming!
In late autumn, my friends and I played in the wheat field. Against the blue sky, we are like carefree little angels.
Autumn, I like everything about you. What I like is autumn-a beautiful season! A season full of childlike interest! Colorful season! A carefree season, a nostalgic season! I love you in autumn! Autumn, I love you!
I love autumn composition 13 autumn, which has been sentimental in the writings of many literati since ancient times. Who can't love this affectionate autumn?
I like autumn rain. Naughty rain fell on my neck, bringing a little coolness. This is autumn rain. Autumn rain is not so soft as spring rain, so violent as summer rain, and so cold as winter rain. Autumn rain, soft with strong, cold with warm, this is the autumn rain I love!
I like autumn after rain. The mountain after the rain is so clean, "like the face of a beautiful girl and the beginning of a bun." There is something gentle and charming in the hero's martial arts. The sky after the rain is so blue, transparent, clear and lovely. If you look again, I'm afraid your heart will fly with you! If Wang Wei sees the autumn rain, I'm afraid everyone will feel that his sentence: "An empty mountain stands on an autumn night after the rain" can't feel its beauty!
I like maple leaves in autumn. When it comes to maple leaves, we have to mention the maple leaves in Xiangshan, Beijing. The frosty maple leaves are red, just as the poem says: "Stop and love the maple forest late, the frosty leaves are redder than the February flowers." "Xiangshan is full of red leaves" ... the red of maple leaves is "red overnight", and the mountains are all red, as if to ignite your blood. I think this should be the blood of autumn! This kind of blood is unparalleled. Look to the west: Why does the sun rush down the mountain with a red face?
I like autumn nights. Walking in the jungle at night, stepping on silent fallen leaves, watching the bright moonlight shine on the world, streams and pine forests. At this time, the stream can't stand loneliness and sings softly ... This scene can't help but remind people of the poems of Wang Wei and Su Shi: "The moonlight is in its pine forest, and the crystal stone is in its stream", "The courtyard is as empty as water, and the flowers in the water are staggered, and the bamboo and cypress are hidden."
Autumn is affectionate, beautiful, lovely, gentle and strong. I love autumn, I love everything in autumn ... I will proudly say to the sky:
"My friend's prince, spring has passed, and you are still here. What does it matter? ."
I love autumn composition 14. I like the spring when everything recovers, the summer when trees are shaded, the winter when everything is covered with silver, and the autumn when crops are harvested.
Autumn is a colorful season. In the Woods, the autumn wind mother-in-law blew the maple leaves red and fell like a burning flame. Seeing this scene, I can't help but think of Du Mu's poem: "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are redder than the February flowers." The leaves of buttonwood are like our palms. Falling from the tree, as if waving to us. Ginkgo leaves fall from the tree like handfuls of yellow fans. All kinds of leaves have fallen, and the ground is covered with a yellow carpet, which is comfortable and soft to step on.
Osmanthus fragrans is in full bloom in the park, and its fragrance floats ten miles, which makes people who come for a walk feel relaxed and happy. The chrysanthemums are also in bloom. They are as red as sunset glow, as white as snow and as pink as peach blossoms. Chrysanthemums are in full bloom, some like hedgehogs, some like fireworks, some like ribbons ... so beautiful.
The fruit in the orchard is ripe. Chestnuts are in groups of three or five, wearing barbed armor, as if to meet a fierce war. Pomegranate hung on a high branch, grinning, and announced to the world: "I grew up, I grew up." You pushed oranges all over the tree, and the branches were bent by them. They contended for it to be picked.
Autumn is the harvest season for crops. My family has harvested several acres of land, including radishes, cabbages, lentils and peppers ... colorful and beautiful. In the sky, geese lined up with the word "one" or "people" are flying south, ready to go for the winter!
I love autumn, love her crisp autumn, love her rich crops and love her fruitful results.
I love autumn composition 15 Autumn is coming! She took away the summer heat and brought coolness. Everyone loves autumn, but what season is autumn?
The farmer's uncle went over and said, "Autumn is a harvest season." In the orchard, persimmons are climbing to the branches, which is beautiful. They are like small lanterns, emitting attractive fragrance; Pomegranate is shy and covered with leaves, but it can't hide its inner happiness. She grinned. Apple is the most indecisive, and when autumn comes, it blushes with anxiety; Pear doesn't show weakness in the face of so many opponents, look! She slowly put on her golden coat and proudly said, "I am more beautiful than all of you!" " "Whenever the farmer's uncle comes to the orchard, he will rush to say," Pick me! Choose me! " . The farmer's uncle picked a basket after basket, and he could wake up laughing when he fell asleep.
The swallow said hurriedly, "Autumn is a hurry season." After that, they lined up in a long line to fly south with the big troops, one moment in a "human" shape, the other in a "one" shape, and happily flew south for the winter; Squirrels jump around the branches, picking up pinecones and mushrooms and storing delicious food. Small animals are busy, busy with winter.
Flowers said shyly, "Autumn is a colorful world." They are like a group of fairies, dancing gently with the wind. Osmanthus fragrans is fragrant, chrysanthemums are colorful, begonia leaves are delicate and touching, and the grass in the field turns golden yellow, just like floating wheat waves. ...
Autumn is beautiful, autumn is a colorful season, and I love autumn.