Lu Ji's "Wen Fu" said, "Sad leaves fall in the golden autumn and joy is in the fragrant spring." The fading and glory of things lead to inner sadness and joy, and autumn leaves fall, from which people naturally feel sad. Then, sadness welled up in my heart.
When Du Fu climbed the mountain to see the scenery of Qiu Jiang, he finally couldn't restrain his inner pain and drifted for many years. The lonely sadness of his old illness made him write his first poem "Climbing the Mountain"; On the occasion of the "Cold Autumn Festival", Liu Yong broke up with his lover in Bianjing. He couldn't bear to leave his sorrow and hate. He could only arrange a sad autumn scenery, swallow cups of bitter wine and write a poem "Lin Yuling" with tears; When Meng Haoran stood by the river, looking at the lonely sails in the distance and the geese flying south, he could only shed tears of acacia in the bleak beauty of autumn leaves. The loneliness that he couldn't go back made him write his next song "There are countless examples". Such a sad autumn mood makes me feel very sad, and I can't help feeling a little sad in autumn. Autumn is like the real pure realm after the prosperity of the world has fallen.
But autumn is not just a one-way sadness. There is also the beauty of maturity and harvest.
Liu Yuxi said in "Autumn Ci", "Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times, and I say autumn is not as good as spring"; Li Bai also thinks autumn crisp is good-"I think autumn is prosperous and easy, who says autumn is sad"; Yang Wanli captured the beauty of autumn from another angle-"It is not inevitable to see sadness in autumn, but it is lovely when it is cold"; Du Mu experienced the unique charm of autumn in hiking-"Stop to sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are redder than the flowers in February" ... These beautiful artistic conceptions made me feel the unique "sweetness" of autumn. I seem to see large tracts of red maple forest burning in the golden autumn sunset.
That leaf is not rustling like other fallen leaves in the cold autumn wind, but red as blood. The colors of gold and fiery red are dazzling. I am happy for this thick color of life, impressed by this fierce vitality, and lamented for the vitality of autumn.
I seem to see those full rice and corn, colorful fruits and vegetables, and the rickety backs and simple and honest smiling faces of farm workers in the field. Everything simple adds a special beauty to autumn.
That is the beauty of maturity and harvest that only autumn has. It is the unique beauty and happiness of autumn.
The crops planted by hard work and sweat are harvested in the golden autumn. How amazing and grateful! Not only that, autumn also has the laughter of National Day and the full moon reunion in Mid-Autumn Festival ... When spring stretches its lazy arms and gradually leaves, when the enthusiasm of summer quietly goes away with the fallen leaves, autumn comes indifferently.
Under the broad mind of autumn, I saw the background color of life. Isn't life that golden autumn day? Autumn has sadness and joy, love and hate. It is the autumn in my heart, the most beautiful autumn.
2. Autumn in my eyes 400 words 1 Among the four seasons of the year, my favorite season is autumn.
Although it doesn't have the fragrance of birds and flowers in spring; Without the vitality of summer, it is flourishing; There is no pink makeup jade in winter. But it has a special beauty-silent dedication.
The sky in autumn is particularly blue, and blue makes people feel very comfortable. There are a few free white clouds floating in the sky, just like a piece of blue satin embroidered with a few white clouds, which is beautiful! The geese fly to the south in droves, and the sky looks very harmonious.
The fields in autumn are not inferior to the sky. Look! Rice smiled and bent, and sorghum blushed, as if celebrating the autumn harvest.
The corn is holding the red tassel, grinning, showing its gold teeth and smiling at you, as if asking you to take it off and contribute your strength to mankind. There is an orchard near the field. There are many fruit trees in the orchard: pears in Huang Chengcheng are hanging on the branches; Pomegranate grinned, revealing ruby-like teeth; Grapes are green like agate, purple like crystal, and red like gems, all of which are crystal clear and make people hang three feet.
The leaves on the fruit tree fell like yellow butterflies and fell to the ground, like a golden carpet. The stream is flowing happily, the stream is crystal clear, and several yellow leaves are floating on the water like boats.
There are many soft stones, white, black and round, by the stream.
Countless ducks frolic in the water, chasing each other and having a good time.
Autumn is cool and breezy, autumn is crisp, and all kinds of flowers are competing to open. Especially colorful chrysanthemums make people see things in a blur.
Colorful chrysanthemums are as white as snow, as red as fire and as pink as a child's face.
Autumn, harvest season, golden season-as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer, as charming as winter. The second chapter, Miss Qiu, dressed in gorgeous costumes, walked lightly and quietly came to the world.
When she came to the park, the once lush leaves fell one after another, sometimes like dancing butterflies, and sometimes like sailing boats floating on the water. Leaves are everywhere on the ground. From a distance, it looks like a golden carpet.
Facing the sunset, we ran around on the path covered with fallen leaves, with soft feet and a "squeaking" sound from time to time. We laughed and laughed and played in the sunset, making a creaking sound.
The chrysanthemums in the park are even more varied, including tender white curly hair, pale yellow petal headdress and gratifying purple hydrangea ... it's really amazing and colorful. She came to the orchard and achieved fruitful results.
There are big round yellow lanterns hanging on the grapefruit tree. Seen from a distance, it is gold and Huang Chengcheng. There are also rosy apples, shiny purple grapes and oily persimmons, which people can't help but pick and taste.
She came to the field, so the rice carried heavy ears and bent her back. And sorghum seems to be a shy young man, and he can't help blushing.
Autumn is full of joy of harvest and hope of success. This is autumn in my eyes-a season of harvest and beauty.
3. Autumn in My Eyes 600-word composition Autumn in My Eyes
Autumn is a beautiful and busy season of the year. The arrival of autumn has put on a new golden coat for the earth, and people have begun to enter the busy farming, and they have also begun to harvest the fruits of their labor and enjoy the joy of harvest.
People change their skirts into autumn clothes, and geese fly to the south for the winter in herringbone.
You see, the leaves of the buttonwood tree slowly turned yellow, and a gust of wind blew away, only to see the leaves dancing like beautiful butterflies, as if to spread a warm quilt on the ground.
My parents and I came to the garden and saw chrysanthemums in full bloom, including red, yellow and purple ... Many chrysanthemums gathered together to form a sea of flowers, and some only opened two or three petals; Some petals are all spread out, revealing small pink lotus flowers; Have a plenty of flower shelves, looking full, is about to burst. Colorful chrysanthemums have many varieties and beautiful postures. Chrysanthemum flowers are fragrant.
After a while, we came to the field and saw that the rice had changed into golden clothes. The path in the field is full of traffic and excitement. There are corn transporters, sorghum carts, pod loaders, and grain trucks full of harvest joy.
Finally, we came to the orchard. The fruit is ripe. There are red persimmons, lanterns, Huang Chengcheng pears, gourds, purple grapes and agates hanging on the vines, which are very lovely. The yellow banana is like a curved moon ... I think it is really a diverse and rich orchard.
This is autumn in my eyes, my favorite beautiful autumn!
4. The composition "Autumn in My Heart" with 600 words has been sad and lonely since ancient times.
Lu Ji's "Wen Fu" said, "Sad leaves fall in the golden autumn and joy is in the fragrant spring." The fading and glory of things lead to inner sadness and joy, and autumn leaves fall, from which people naturally feel sad. Then, sadness welled up in my heart.
When Du Fu climbed the mountain to see the scenery of Qiu Jiang, he finally couldn't restrain his inner pain and drifted for many years. The lonely sadness of his old illness made him write his first poem "Climbing the Mountain"; On the occasion of the "Cold Autumn Festival", Liu Yong broke up with his lover in Bianjing. He couldn't bear to leave his sorrow and hate. He could only arrange a sad autumn scenery, swallow cups of bitter wine and write a poem "Lin Yuling" with tears; When Meng Haoran stood by the river, looking at the lonely sails in the distance and the geese flying south, he could only shed tears of acacia in the bleak beauty of autumn leaves. The loneliness that he couldn't go back made him write his next song "There are countless examples". Such a sad autumn mood makes me feel very sad, and I can't help feeling a little sad in autumn. Autumn is like the real pure realm after the prosperity of the world has fallen.
But autumn is not just a one-way sadness. There is also the beauty of maturity and harvest.
Liu Yuxi said in "Autumn Ci", "Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times, and I say autumn is not as good as spring"; Li Bai also thinks autumn crisp is good-"I think autumn is prosperous and easy, who says autumn is sad"; Yang Wanli captured the beauty of autumn from another angle-"It is not inevitable to see sadness in autumn, but it is lovely when it is cold"; Du Mu experienced the unique charm of autumn in hiking-"Stop to sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are redder than the flowers in February" ... These beautiful artistic conceptions made me feel the unique "sweetness" of autumn. I seem to see large tracts of red maple forest burning in the golden autumn sunset.
That leaf is not rustling like other fallen leaves in the cold autumn wind, but red as blood. The colors of gold and fiery red are dazzling. I am happy for this thick color of life, impressed by this fierce vitality, and lamented for the vitality of autumn.
I seem to see those full rice and corn, colorful fruits and vegetables, and the rickety backs and simple and honest smiling faces of farm workers in the field. Everything simple adds a special beauty to autumn.
That is the beauty of maturity and harvest that only autumn has. It is the unique beauty and happiness of autumn.
The crops planted by hard work and sweat are harvested in the golden autumn. How amazing and grateful! Not only that, autumn also has the laughter of National Day and the full moon reunion in Mid-Autumn Festival ... When spring stretches its lazy arms and gradually leaves, when the enthusiasm of summer quietly goes away with the fallen leaves, autumn comes indifferently.
Under the broad mind of autumn, I saw the background color of life. Isn't life that golden autumn day? There are joys and sorrows in autumn, love and hate. It is the autumn in my heart, the most beautiful autumn.
5. Write an article with the title of "Autumn in My Heart", with more than 800 words; Autumn maple leaves in my heart are falling, spinning in the world, singing autumn tunes and sighing the vicissitudes of life. What we forget is our heartbreak, but what we miss is our love. Autumn is a season full of yearning and sadness. The wanderers outside also sang "Being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every festive season." The incessant rain. Autumn wind, a bleak and heartless guy, is also a tender-hearted girl. Sometimes, if you rush, you will be swept away. Sometimes, stamp your feet lightly and walk away; Sometimes, big and small, they all run happily. Love it is its deep affection and the coolness it brings you; Love it, it is its softness, it brings you the beauty of fallen leaves. Qiu Guo is a shy and blushing child and a basket of hope. Oranges, apples, pears and grapes are not to be outdone, showing their heroic spirit. The lingering fragrance in the mouth is endless, and the vitamins that beat in the body. Really, it's meaningless to like it! If you have to give autumn a color, it should be "colorless"! "Color is empty, and empty is color." There are too many colors in autumn, which can contain everything. No exact color can fully describe it. Everything starts from scratch. Just like I wanted. "Colorless!" Key words: Autumn maple leaves are falling in my heart, spinning in the world, singing autumn tunes and sighing the vicissitudes of life. What I forget is the sad heart, but what I miss is the love between us. Autumn is a season full of yearning and sadness. Wanderers outside also sing cotton that can be "a stranger, homesick for his relatives every festive season". Autumn wind, a bleak and heartless guy, is also a tender-hearted girl. Sometimes, if you rush, you will be swept away. Sometimes, stamp your feet lightly and walk away; Sometimes, big and small, they all run happily. Love it is its deep affection and the coolness it brings you; Love it, it is its softness, it brings you the beauty of fallen leaves. Qiu Guo is a shy and blushing child and a basket of hope. Oranges, apples, pears and grapes are not to be outdone, showing their heroic spirit. The lingering fragrance in the mouth is endless, and the vitamins that beat in the body. Really, it's meaningless to like it! If you have to give autumn a color, it should be "colorless"! "Color is empty, and empty is color." There are too many colors in autumn, which can contain everything. No exact color can fully describe it. Everything starts from scratch. Just like I wanted. "Colorless!" .
6. Composition: Autumn in My Eyes [Composition: Autumn in My Eyes]
Autumn in my eyes
I like autumn best. Composition: Autumn in my eyes.
Autumn is beautiful. Look, how lively the orchard is! It turns out that Guoguo is "holding" and I am the best celebration party. Listen:
"I am the best! None of you can compare with me, I am sour and sweet, and I am rich in vitamin C! " Brother orange said.
Sister Apple blushed and said, "Fuck you! Who says I don't have vitamin C? I am now! And sometimes you are so sour that people want to vomit, and I am fragrant, crisp and sweet. I am the best! "
"It is! We are still the best, "echoed other apples.
"Well, I don't think you can compete with me." Miss banana said softly, "I don't want to peel it like you!" " I just need to peel it off so that people can eat my delicious pulp. How convenient! "
Autumn is also a good season for chrysanthemums to bloom. They are colorful in all aspects. Some blooming petals are like fairy's slender fingers, some are like dancing jellyfish, and some are like a big hydrangea. Each petal is like a crab claw, showing elegance in publicity. Sister Qiu Feng gave the fallen dead leaves to the bear. The letter said: "Hurry up and prepare food, winter is coming." It also sent letters to people: "put on your cotton-padded jacket quickly, winter is coming." When you walk on the path, as long as the breeze blows gently, the leaves will fall one after another, like dancing "yellow butterflies". Autumn wind seems to be cutting leaves, so that it can contribute to its partners in the coming year. Maple leaves are red, too. It's like a mini "small fan". As long as you recognize it and flatten it, it is a charming little book, just as Du Mu wrote in his poem: "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are redder than the February flowers."
Although autumn wind is not as full of flowers as spring and full of vitality as summer, autumn attracts people with attractive colors and golden fruits.
Autumn is really like a colorful painting.
[composition: autumn in my eyes] with a sentence: what is failure? Nothing, just a step closer to success; What is success? That is, after all the roads leading to failure, there is only one road left, and that is the road to success.
7. Autumn composition in my heart Guan Tingting Autumn in my heart is the most beautiful. It walked around barefoot, bathed in mild sunshine, dressed in colorful clothes, and sprinkled Huang Chengcheng's harvest on the fields. I am so close to autumn. I like walking on a path with yellow leaves. I am bathed in thin autumn rain, slight autumn wind and warm autumn sunshine. You can also play a song at the top of your lungs when you are happy. The sun shines in, like the neon of the queen mother; The leaves are falling and falling, which is God's colored paper. The clouds in the sky swim like white gauze, how light! I sat on the veil and slowly flew to the castle of the prince and princess. Ah! Birds fly to the south in droves. I sigh, why don't they stay and enjoy this charming autumn? I'm sitting in the classroom, and the glass window can't separate me from autumn. The autumn wind blows gently, the autumn rain is continuous, the autumn sun shines high, the autumn leaves fall, and the autumn fruits are fragrant. I am dancing in the autumn wind in a white skirt. Ah, when will the teacher stand in front of me? Yo, he is wearing a jacket with red maple leaves today. Unconsciously, the fruity fragrance disappeared, the branches without leaves were propped up dryly, and the wind and rain were heavy, so the white skirt could not be worn naturally-alas! Cho, why did you leave in such a hurry? On the ground, I picked a piece of yellow Ye Er as an autumn gift and put it in my diary.
8. The autumn composition in my mind has just passed, and misty rain has inadvertently opened the door to autumn. The coolness after the rain tells us that autumn is coming.
Maple leaves are red, leaves have fallen, flowers have withered and grass has withered. Autumn in my mind is cool.
Dusk is the end of autumn, the most beautiful scenery in autumn, but also the coolest. Looking at the faint orange light between red, who will have no coolness in his heart! Autumn in my mind is colorful. Single green in summer becomes red and yellow clothing in autumn. When you look up, you will see red maple leaves all over the tree.
How beautiful! Although some trees are dry and bare, one still highlights their "beauty". Autumn in my mind is poetic.
Unconsciously, it began to rain in Mao Mao, and it was very cold. The rain fell on a green leaf, as if it had dyed the green leaf with white hair.
It dripped on my heart, as if leaving me a deep coolness. At this time, there will always be someone to draw pictures. I think they think this autumn photo is the most beautiful.
Autumn in my mind is golden. The rice seeds planted in those years were harvested this year. From a distance, like a golden ocean, persimmon trees should be baked by the sun. The child knocked down the persimmon with a stick and it tasted sweet! I smiled silently.
Autumn is the harvest season. At the same time, it is a cool season.
It is another delicate season.
9. I have never been to any tourist attractions. I have never seen the tranquility, clearness and greenness of Lijiang River. I have never seen the height, baldness and danger of Zhangjiajie Mountain. Never seen the splendor of the Forbidden City; I have never understood the mystery of Dunhuang. In my mind, the most beautiful thing in my hometown is autumn.
Autumn in my hometown is not as beautiful as Xiangshan, Xihu, Huangshan and Lushan. Only patches of fallen leaves.
Beautiful fallen leaves tell us that autumn is coming. Like the messenger of autumn, it first feels the breath of autumn.
Autumn is like a magic brush. There are cold dew everywhere. It takes one night to dye the trees green like running water and enter the rolling sea of Jin Lang, which is very spectacular. And the yellow leaves are fading day by day, and finally become fallen leaves. Whenever the autumn wind gathers, it is the time when the leaves are withered and the trees are sparse.
The refreshing autumn wind blows at night, and the night is like the sea. If you are lucky, there are long compositions by crickets, which urge you to sleep and even make people quiet.
In my eyes, autumn is a harmonious and comfortable season. It has no butterfly dance buzzing in spring, no cicada singing in summer and no biting cold wind in winter. Some soft leaves fell on our shoulders. Gently, gently, although life is coming to an end, they are still trying to complete their final mission. As the saying goes, "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more."
Walking through the country road, I picked up a fallen leaf and split it along the main vein. When the petiole is bent and inserted, the leaf in my hand immediately becomes a delicate thing. Throw it in the wind, some wear it, fly like swallows, and some fly up and down and hover like butterflies ... If there is a small wind blowing here, it will take them to the sky and turn them into auspicious white clouds.
In the autumn of my hometown, I will always keep your beauty in mind, and I hope my hometown will always be peaceful and peaceful!
I have experienced fourteen seasons, and each season brings us different feelings.
spring
Spring is like a magician. In the dead of winter, it comes quietly, and with its unique magic, it makes everything recover. Grass slipped out of the soil, peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees all blossomed, and the sun's face turned red. Brother Poplar also put on his new shirt, and he danced happily under the dance of the spring breeze. Spring leaves people with "ten thousand grains of millet planted in spring."
summer
Summer is like a cruel monarch. It ordered the sun to use its high temperature to make people aware of its existence. But summer is not without its merits. Believe it or not, you see, the newly cut wheat, cotton seedlings with seven or eight green leaves in the field, melon seedlings with megaphones in the sky and lotus seeds in the pond were all created by Xia Wang. However, in the last summer essay, the king ended his rule with his cruelty, leaving us with the message that "we can only succeed if we keep fighting".
autumn
Autumn is like a big fat man. Wherever it goes, it will reap a bumper harvest, and it attracts people with its unique charm. When it went to the field, the rice bowed its head shyly, and people were busy cleaning up the place where the big fat man came-busy harvesting, and it came to the orchard again, and people were picking ripe fruits. Autumn has gone, leaving us with "a hard work, a harvest".
winter
Winter is like a teacher who teaches well. It has no magic of spring, no cruelty of summer, and no richness of autumn. But it has a set of ways to exercise people. Among its children, ice and snow are the best, followed by pine and cypress. Working tirelessly for its children in winter, unknown.
The four seasons alternate in turn, feeling with heart and experiencing a lot.