Literally: Know the arrival of autumn from the falling of a leaf.

Metaphor through individual subtle signs, we can see the development trend and results of the whole situation.

I feel that if you are good at argumentative writing, this is a good argumentative topic. summary

Argument: Appearance does not represent essence.

At the beginning of a paragraph: dialectical analysis leads to arguments.

The second paragraph: (positive point of view) Choose an appropriate and sufficient example and analyze the example from multiple angles to serve the point of view.

The third paragraph (progressive paragraph): (negative point of view) If we only pay attention to the consequences of appearances, there are many examples in history that are confused by appearances and can't see the essence clearly, which eventually leads to failure (find one to write)

The fourth paragraph: the transition to real life highlights the practical significance of the article.

And take care of it from beginning to end, and put forward your opinion again!

Remember to fully demonstrate and reason.

If you are not good at writing lyric prose, first of all, speaking of fallen leaves is definitely a sad atmosphere. You can write in detail that autumn is not only the season of harvest, but also the season of everything dying, express your feelings about life, and finally end the full text.

Or simply write a story, just a narrative.

Attach a few other people's articles to you.

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Autumn wind blows, and a leaf falls gently. Under the tree, Emei Mountain poets gracefully picked up dead leaves and chanted "A leaf falls and knows the autumn on earth".

Rather critical, you know my cup. The ancients who sat silently in the autumn wind left us a proverb. Miao Yan, an ancient man with nothing in his heart, built a brilliant philosophical system for us. Just like the subjective idealism of "I can see flowers when they bloom", "rather critical" also has its one-sidedness.

When I first stood in front of the Mona Lisa, I was shocked by the realism of the oil painting and dazzled by the mysterious sight. I stuck out my tongue and sighed: "So western oil paintings are so vivid!" So in my mind, realism has become synonymous with oil painting. The "Impression Sunrise" exhibition quickly overturned this conclusion. If the lady under the umbrella shows a blurred smile in Monet's bright colors, the mottled light is reflected on the stone wall of Cologne church, and the hazy steam is on the dome of Paris station. ...

I saw the hazy and gorgeous side of western oil painting. "Now, I won't use another word to describe western oil painting, because it is too colorful. I have seen Van Gogh's wildness, appreciated Seurat's rationality, marveled at the publicity of expressionism and admired psychedelic surrealism. And I know that the world of art is too deep and wide, and what I know is always just the tip of her tongue.

The world of art can't be "rather critical", and the flower beds of literature can't be seen.

In Huiji Mountain, celebrities in Wei and Jin dynasties irrigated an orchid with wine poems, with elegant petals; On the Youzhou stage, Chen Ziang looked at the back of the literati in Wei and Jin Dynasties and shouted, "Where are those lost times before me? Behind me, are the future generations? " , this is magnificent; On the boat of the Yangtze River, the poet immortal "drank into the luxurious intestines, seven minutes of moonlight, the other three minutes of whistling into a firm but gentle sound, embroidering his mouth and spitting out half a Tang Dynasty", which was heroic; On Yueyang Tower, Fan Zhongyan chanted, "If you live at the height of the temple, you will worry about the country and the people. If you live far away from the rivers and lakes, you will worry about the country and the people." . How many wonderful works have gathered in China's literary world in the past five thousand years? Don't know how to rather critical?

Only one phenomenon, one subtle part, can infer the whole, which reminds people of the story of a blind man touching an elephant. Literature needs to be understood step by step, art needs to be fully understood, and the whole world has endless levels. Throughout the ages, many philosophers have been thinking and pursuing the truth of the world; But the world is colorful, no one can describe it with one color, and no one can describe it with only one color just because they see one color!

When a dead leaf falls gently, I will sing, "In April, the beauty of the world is exhausted, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple."

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As soon as beginning of autumn passed, the sweltering heat began to subside, and the raging rainstorm became much milder. The arrival of solar terms indicates that autumn in practical sense is not far away.

Every day in downtown areas, reinforced concrete forests can be seen everywhere. When the residual temperature of summer still pervades the early autumn, the boundary between summer and autumn in the depths of the city is so vague. No one knows when autumn will come to the earth. Perhaps the west wind withered the green trees that night; Maybe it was the drizzle that spilled on the river; Maybe it's the touch from Qiu Guang to sunset ... A thousand years of summer heat, and autumn wind comes. When the white clouds are rolling and the cool breeze brings autumn, I know it's time to see autumn.

It rained for several days and finally stopped. Evil storms make people sad. The rain stopped and my heart brightened a lot. Walking to the suburbs, I vaguely felt the breath of autumn. Green leaves turn yellow, autumn insects sing, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and the sky seems higher, bluer and clearer. As the saying goes, a rain turns into autumn, and it is really autumn, stumbling with a melancholy pulse.

The breeze came, and several willow leaves fell quietly. The words of tender willow sprouting seemed not long ago. In a blink of an eye, it is autumn wind that sends yellow leaves to dance. Picking up the fallen leaves, I suddenly felt a little sad, and my eyes were full of rustling fallen trees, and my prosperity was exhausted. Yes, the autumn wind blows, and it is autumn again. The ancients said, "It's too late to sign a red note, so I'm worried about a few lines." What a pity! Autumn is also angry and bleak, and the vegetation is declining. "The tradition of mourning for autumn in ancient and modern times mostly stems from Song Yu's Nine Knows, right? Not to mention the author's writing mood and background, standing in the autumn wind, these sentences can always make people feel sad.

Sadness is a kind of negativity, right? I'm disappointed.

Standing in the wilderness, looking around, the majestic mountains in the distance are shrouded in clouds, and the lush Lin Mang on the mountainside is still green. It is bathed in spring breeze and summer rain, from light green to dark green, from stars to lush, then frost flowers, cold rain, withered leaves, withered branches and yellow, and then it calmly accepts the bleak fate. Everything in the world can't escape this fate, so can vegetation and life. "Flowers must be folded when they should be folded, and they must be folded when they cannot be folded." When we have a lifelong marriage, should we all cherish it?

At this time, there are almost no people in the wild, looking around in the boundless fields alone. In fact, autumn is the harvest season. Large tracts of millet are scattered with golden light; Clusters of millet ears are covered with long hair; Dandelion fluffy seeds are blown away by the wind, like catkins flapping on people's faces. The path is filled with a faint smell of green corn cob, which is the smell of childhood and can only be smelled in dreams. The pale pink morning glory dancing with a pot of bean sprouts on the ridge reminds me of the artificially cultivated Japanese morning glory and the American big horn in the park in front of the building. How can those colorful miscellaneous paintings be more eye-catching than the light field flowers in the beautiful and elegant, accompanied by breeze and pure fragrance? Yo, a golden carpet in the distance, shining in the sun, turns your eyes, and it turns out to be the smiling face of sunflower.

Autumn wind blows and autumn rain falls. Autumn wind and autumn rain, the ears of crops will be more and more full, and only farmers can harvest rich fruits. What should be harvested in autumn will be harvested, right? Men are drunk, but village women are sweet. Autumn wind blows, autumn is strong, autumn is strong. Is it to make hay rot as soon as possible and let life head and blossom as soon as possible?

Walking on the field path of love and wild interest, you can have a panoramic view of autumn with your heart. You see, the dark green sea will play a golden hope; Autumn colors that can't be caged in the garden will overflow with dew; The withered grass that remains yellow will give birth to the life of spring ... the rotten clusters are fragrant and red like flowers, and my eyes are moist. Looking at autumn, it is full of harvest and rebirth.

The sun sets, stained with misty white clouds and faint autumn wind. Whose wild garden is burning with the flame of Huang Cancan? Ah! It turns out that the autumn chrysanthemum planted here is Tao Gong's, and thousands of flowers overwhelm the branches. The dense flowers can't lock the rich taste, and beautiful flowers bloom in the evening sunset, injecting fragrance into the lonely fields. Chrysanthemums in autumn are proudly like flowers in spring.

Who once said, "There will be no flowers after all, if there is no preference for chrysanthemums among flowers"? At the foot of Nanshan, beside Dongli, hermits and leisurely poets who want to distinguish and forget their words planted the eternal fragrance of chrysanthemums on earth. Stepping on plain sentences, smelling the flowers swaying in the wind, speechless, autumn chrysanthemum, it is you who embellish the cold and cheerless years with a bright smile; Wash away my disappointed vulgarity with clear feelings.

When the moon rises, it is the real autumn. "The night in Tianjie is as cold as water", and the coolness in autumn comes from the poems of the ancients. The quiet night is full of mystery and strangeness. The moonlight is pure, light and spotless. The wind came again and gently touched the leaves, rustling. "I would rather hold incense and be old than dance with the autumn wind and yellow leaves." Yellow leaves dance with the wind, so it is not a kind of beauty, like a silent song, which does not dispute the spring scenery, does not envy the summer appearance, is calm, open-minded and capable. Sitting in the night wind, my hand rubbed the veins of leaves, suddenly thinking, why can't our hearts grow and return to zero like autumn leaves?

Blue sky and yellow flowers, the west wind is tight, and geese fly north and south. Who is drunk in the frost forest in the morning? Autumn in the west wing is still beautiful, and the red leaves and yellow flowers are dyed with the unique color of autumn. When the yellow flowers are all over the ground and the beautiful forests are all dyed, I will also chat with Gu Hongye and give them to my husband. Pick up a few fallen leaves, quietly write down code words, bury them under trees, hide them in your heart, and wait until next spring to see all the green leaves and listen to your feelings.

Autumn wind rises, autumn colors fade, a lake with clear water is quiet and far away, and a wisp of west wind is bright and clear. How can I tell the mystery of autumn? Bright and broad; Simple and rich; Thin and elegant, "stealing a drunken wind, suddenly knowing that it is priceless and plain."

Looking at the autumn wind again, standing in the autumn wind, I smiled shallowly, my half-closed heart opened, and my half-hearted sadness disappeared. Laugh at autumn and pick up some warm hopes; Listen to the autumn language and experience a kind of detachment.