2. The end and beginning of autumn composition in the park: Autumn is not as colorful as spring, nor as vibrant as summer, nor as pink as jade in winter, but it also has its unique beauty.
Autumn wind is like a magic pen. Overnight, the rippling forest belt was dyed golden.
I didn't like autumn at first, because it makes flowers wither and leaves fall, so I even hate it a little, hoping it will fly away like the wind. Recently, however, I found that autumn is not what I expected.
The cool breeze is blowing gently, with fruitful results and crisp weather. Which season will it be? Yes, it's autumn.
Conclusion: I love the autumn scenery, because it symbolizes maturity and brings the joy of harvest to the world.
Ah! Autumn is so beautiful. I like autumn.
I was infected and intoxicated by this golden autumn, ah! I love this bumper harvest and golden autumn.
3. How to write the composition in the autumn park? How can I miss it? Here are my relatives and friends, the remains of my ancestors, my childhood dreams like waves … and the colorful August in my memory. As soon as I got on the bus to the west, my heart flew away like a bird out of the cage, into the arms of Lao Huang, into the small riverside shaded by willow trees, into the small quadrangle, and took away a bunch of tenderness and gave it to my mother early.
As the car was driving, I leaned against the window and greedily read August on the plain-
Endless vastness, surging and stirring; Endless thousands of acres of autumn colors, welcome to Qiu Guang-rice is yellow, and Jin Lang is surging in the breeze; Cotton fried mouth, white inside and silver, like the stars of the milky way; Peanut seedlings and sweet potato vines have covered the land densely and green, like the tide. If the car hadn't followed fast, you might have seen cracks in their roots pushed open by full fruits! The sky in August, one day the sky is blue, so deep, so wide, so high, a few geese across the blue sky, under the round wheat straw pile, three or five hens are leisurely planning the comfort of life. ...
Always bright Luxi Plain, thick and colorful Luxi Plain, you sprinkle the sweetness, color and fragrance of autumn on the dry heart like bright rain.
In August in my hometown, your gold-plated cover, colorful illustrations and colorful, rich and substantial words brought me much joy, childlike interest and time!
Hometown, do you remember? Remember that little hairy monkey running barefoot on the sand road? Remember that naughty boy who stole Zizyphus jujuba from the branch in August and cut his clothes and his little finger?
Hometown, do you remember? When I was a child, I often used the ignorance of adults to get into the dense farmland, lie in the furrow and look at the blue sky through layers of leaves. The adults were anxious and looked around, and the village echoed with the long shouts of mothers. However, we just refused to come out. We suck hard with our small noses, the ripe fragrance of crops, the frankincense of the earth, and the loving and anxious call of our mother. ...
Hometown, do you remember? My children and I like to sit in the car pulling crops. The cart with iron wheels pulls a golden cart, which is full of joy, wobbly, creaking and singing happy songs. The driver's uncle's whip is really loud, like setting off firecrackers in the New Year. What's even more interesting is the long bullwhip with a beautiful red tassel tied to the tip and the whip rod dangling. The red tassel is like a burning bird. ...
..... The car is shaking, and I'm a little sleepy. I fell asleep in a daze. I want to dream of my mother's loving smile; I would like to dream of my nephew's sweet cry; I would like to dream of a cage hanging on the branch of an old jujube; When I chew "sweet stems" in the corn field, I will dream of my childhood. ...
The car crossed the Yellow River Bridge, and the roar of steel shocked my fatigue and sleepiness. I opened my eyes, and the faint twilight had enveloped vilen.
Oh, at this moment, is the mother standing under the big poplar tree at the head of the village or sitting in front of the stove to prepare dinner for her son? Did the evening breeze mess up her pale hair, or did the fire reflect her wrinkled cheeks? Ah, in another hour, I will be a good son of Jiao Jiao, even though I am the father of two sons. ...
My heart is longing. I seem to hear the call of my hometown-the waves that the river sings with; Poplar uses Lang Lang's autumn rhyme; The red dates hidden in the branches and leaves are sweet and shy; Pomegranate hanging on the branch with its charming smile; The mouth of the hut in the company commander's yard is calling, with the fragrance of grain and the feelings of loving mother. ...
This is about autumn, but it seems to have something to do with parks.
4. How to write the autumn in the north after the composition of the community park begins? The sky is high and the clouds are light. Wild geese return to the south, and there are fruitful results everywhere. The beauty of autumn is unique; Beauty in autumn is also true beauty. If you look and listen in the streets, roads and parks, you will be attracted by the unique scenery. I like autumn scenery and green parks best.
Through the maze of turnstiles in the park, the green park opened her broad mind to welcome us, and birds were twittering in the branches, as if giving a welcome speech. The river wind rushed to the trend, shouting and hugging me, because I was healthy and environmentally friendly. Let's say goodbye to the old and welcome the new, and be happy every day!
The center of the patchwork green park is a flat lawn. In autumn, the lawn is green and yellow. Looking at the surrounding scenery along the stone path, lamenting the passing of a year, there is an unspeakable feeling, sour? Is it sweet? Bitter? Is it spicy? Are you happy? Still sad? I'm so touched that I can't say it clearly.
The northeast corner of the park is the Peony Garden. The fairy peony in the peony garden exudes an attractive fragrance, which makes people feel refreshed and suddenly enlightened. What a nice smell!
In the northwest corner is Yang Shulin. Countless poplars stand tall and straight on the roadside and on the river bank, in rows, like soldiers being trained, orderly, as if to say, "That's what you should do, be upright."
There are many pagodas, willows and pine trees in the south of the park. ..。 Sophora japonica is the city tree in our city, and naturally it has a majestic momentum: the branches of willow trees dance in the autumn wind, showing their elegance; On the other hand, pine trees glow with tenacious vitality like strong young people. There are many piano-key rest benches around the grove, a red group, a yellow group and a green group. ..。 .. autumn is warm on your face, walking on soft leaves, listening to the wind singing and watching trees dance. When you are tired, sitting on the piano bench seems to be a poetic mood, not to mention how intoxicated you are!
Some grandparents are exercising in the park, some are playing Tai Ji Chuan, some are practicing martial arts, some are practicing their voices by the river, and some are walking. ..。 .. people move with the scene, and the scene lives with people. It's true, the scene is made up of people traveling in the painting world.
In fact, the most beautiful time of the Green Park is at night. Colorful lights shine on the sky, trees and ground, as if they were our guides, guiding us forward, forward and forward again. From a distance, under the dim light, the whole park is integrated, like a big family, and every corner is a member of this big family. No one can live without it. Walking on the straight road, I think the green park at night is not pure green, but yellow, red, purple and blue, which is a colorful park!
5. How to write the composition "Autumn Park" In a blink of an eye, summer has passed, and Miss Autumn quietly came to the park, making the park more beautiful! The leaves of osmanthus trees in the park are greener, and the beautiful osmanthus flowers bloom like petals of rice grains. The breeze blew, and the air was filled with faint fragrance. Small butterflies in the distance smell the flowers and fly to collect pollen. Flying around is busy. Chrysanthemums in the flower beds are in full bloom, and there are many kinds, such as pale yellow, pure white, orange and so on. In autumn, it decorated the park. There are several at the gate of the park. Like several mighty sentries guarding the beautiful park, their leaves gradually turn yellow, and the autumn wind blows, and pieces of fallen leaves fall one after another, as if they were postcards to people passing by, telling them that autumn is coming. After dinner, many people came to the park, some were walking, some were playing badminton, some were doing aerobics, and some were shaking diabolos, which added a lot of vitality to the park in autumn. The park in autumn is so beautiful and lively.
6. The ending sentence describing autumn in the park is 1. As soon as I walked into the park, I felt the breath of autumn.
Looking up, what is reflected in the sky is a feather-like thin cirrus cloud, which flutters slowly like a tulle, as if it is nostalgic for this charming autumn scenery in the world and has been reluctant to leave for a long time. "sasha vujacic", a cool breeze blowing, a few leaves swirl down, followed by a gust of wind, a large number of yellow leaves dancing like butterflies, dancing like dancers, drifting slowly like a boat ... In a short time, the ground put on a yellow fur coat and gently stepped on it.
2. Not far away, several osmanthus trees are layered, and yellow osmanthus can be seen vaguely in the lush green leaves. The breeze blew, bringing a fragrance.
Several birds stopped on the branch and chirped. They sang the beautiful Qiu Ge. Looking up, there are several white clouds floating in the blue sky. The sun radiates soft light, and the autumn wind slowly lingers in my ear. From time to time, several groups of swallows flying in a row seem to tell me: "Autumn has come, and I have come for the winter.
"Looking at this scene, the mood suddenly relaxed.
7. Autumn composition, how to write autumn park, is really beautiful.
When you walk into the park, the first thing you see is a large lawn. Some grass on the grass is still dark green, some are yellow-green, and some have lost their green all over, leaving only grass roots.
Reminds me of Bai Juyi's poem: "Wildfire will not completely burn them, they will grow taller again in the spring breeze." Next spring, they will definitely dye the land green again.
By the river, the tall and straight willows are no longer so lush and green, but have turned into blonde hair, combing her blonde hair in the autumn wind. The leaves of the buttonwood tree have also turned yellow, and the autumn wind is blowing, and the leaves are like flying butterflies.
Sometimes birds pass between them, as if to say goodbye to their partners for the last time. In the flower bed, pots of chrysanthemums are colorful and colorful.
Red is like fire, white is better than snow, pink is like chardonnay ... really beautiful! The water in the river is crystal clear, like a huge silver mirror, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds. Occasionally, a piece of fallen leaves floats on the water, just like a boat.
Ah! The park in autumn is so beautiful.
8. At the end of the autumn composition, 1, when September arrives, there will be autumn, which will slip away in a foggy dawn and disappear in a hot afternoon.
It tiptoed through the top of the tree, dyed some leaves red, and then flew over the valley in droves and left. People often say that autumn is golden, right? Indeed, she has brought abundant fruits to nature and provided countless foods to many creatures, including people, to prolong their lives.
A gust of autumn wind blew and the hillside was red. It's a flaming maple leaf. The lake is clear, can see the bottom, shines on people, just like a mirror; The chrysanthemums are blooming, so gorgeous and delicate, which is really unique. There are also thick corn, persimmons and red apples from Huang Chengcheng.
3. Autumn has come quietly, with light footsteps and the hope and joy of harvest. The rice is ripe.
Golden paddy fields and clusters of full ears of rice bear the sustenance and dreams of farmers for one year. 4. In autumn, the seedlings in the rice fields are mature, and the fields are golden everywhere; The leaves on the tree are constantly changing colors, and gradually become crimson, pink, reddish, golden yellow, pale yellow and orange.
Show colorful.
Autumn scenery is as beautiful as fairy tales and dreams. Autumn is coming, and the weather is getting cooler every day, as if to tell people that summer has passed and autumn has begun.
With the arrival of autumn wind, the colors of leaves of trees are constantly changing, turning yellow and red, and then falling leaves begin. 6. In the early autumn of the Great Northern Wilderness, the endless Jin Lang rolled around and Mi Dou flowed.
The rice harvester is busy in the golden paddy field. October is the harvest season, and the beautiful northern country is picturesque: look at the endless rice fields, the rice waves are rolling and golden, like a golden ocean.
7. Autumn wind blows across the fields, turning yellow rice into gold, and people bend over with laughter. Only in this way can people feel the sweetness of labor and the joy of harvest. Farmers in the field, their smiles are tanned by the sun, and I don't know how much sweat they have. Now that a bumper harvest is in sight, can it not make people happy? 8. Autumn is the harvest season. In the endless rice fields, you can see charming gold when you look around. Under the sunshine, it is more and more dazzling, like gold all over the ground. Wow! No wonder the farmers who cut rice are so happy that they can't even close their mouths. Looking at such fruitful results, who is not happy to blossom! 9. When the wind blows, leaves fall and dance in the sky, just like butterflies in Huang Cancan. There are maple trees, and their leaves are all red. Shake it, and the leaves fall one after another, as if a red carpet had been laid on the ground, making the earth particularly beautiful. However, pine trees are straight and full of lovely pine leaves, just like open green velvet umbrellas, swaying gently with the wind.
Where is autumn? Autumn is in the golden fields. Golden rice fields are like a giant golden carpet.
Where is autumn? Autumn is in the beautiful park. Falling leaves are fluttering, red leaves and yellow leaves.
Red leaves are like clouds of flames, and yellow leaves are flying in the air like golden butterflies. Chrysanthemum is red as fire, pink as chardonnay, yellow as gold and white as snow.
Autumn is beautiful. Autumn is like a painting, autumn is like a poem, autumn is like a song and autumn is like a beautiful fairy tale.
1 1. Autumn is fruitful. It has no charm and charm in spring, no enthusiasm in summer, and no tranquility in winter when snowflakes are flying, but it has its own unique beauty. When the autumn wind blows on your cheeks, in the paddy field, the full ears of rice are full of mature joy, bending over, hunching over and lowering your head. It seems to be a model of modesty for successful people. Autumn has come, fruitful, crisp, and a mature breath is coming. All this is a magical canvas-nature, carefully sketched out with lines of different thicknesses and colorful pigments.
12, as soon as September arrives, there will be autumn, and autumn will slip away in the foggy dawn and disappear in the hot afternoon. It tiptoed through the top of the tree, dyed some leaves red, and then flew over the valley in droves and left.
In another night or two, the autumn frost will cover the valley under the moon, and then retreat to the northern mountains for a short stay, so that the golden early autumn can gently soothe the earth. There is a faint smell of fennel in the sky.
And the fragrance of Jin Ju. The fog billowed and was broken by the moonlight in September, revealing a blue sky.
13, I don't know how long it took, as if a tense struggle was finally revealed. The field exhaled a long breath from its broad chest, the hillsides and dams were clear as water, the trees and crops in the air began to sway in the breeze, and the leaves became calm and wide. Dew came back, wet the ridge in the morning and evening, and hung quietly in the field.
Although the sunshine is still bright, it no longer stings people's spine, but becomes broad-minded and clear, as if finally unable to steam the fields. Autumn is coming! 14, autumn is cool and warm, like a cup of bitter coffee, bitter, but memorable. Autumn is a golden ocean, with fallen leaves all over the road. In the rural fields, patches of golden wheat spread out in an orderly way like the ocean.
Autumn is coming again. She is beautiful, but sad, which always reminds people of the past inadvertently. 15, autumn is coming, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and in the blue sky, geese fly south in droves, sometimes in a "one" shape and sometimes in a "human" shape.
In autumn, most leaves gradually turn yellow, and some have withered. Only the maple leaves are red and fiery, adding a beautiful scenery to autumn. It's really "frost leaves are redder than February flowers".
9. The ending sentence describing autumn in the park is 1. As soon as I walked into the park, I felt the breath of autumn. Looking up, what is reflected in the sky is a feather-like thin cirrus cloud, which flutters slowly like a tulle, as if it is nostalgic for this charming autumn scenery in the world and has been reluctant to leave for a long time. "sasha vujacic", a cool breeze blowing, a few leaves swirl down, followed by a gust of wind, a large number of yellow leaves dancing like butterflies, dancing like dancers, drifting slowly like a boat ... In a short time, the ground put on a yellow fur coat and gently stepped on it.
2. Not far away, several osmanthus trees are layered, and yellow osmanthus can be seen vaguely in the lush green leaves. The breeze blew, bringing a fragrance. Several birds stopped on the branch and chirped. They sang the beautiful Qiu Ge.
Looking up, there are several white clouds floating in the blue sky. The sun radiates soft light, and the autumn wind slowly lingers in my ear. From time to time, a flock of swallows flying in a row seems to tell me, "Autumn is coming, I'm coming for the winter." Looking at this scene, my mood suddenly relaxed.