It is said that spring is beautiful, and it is indeed beautiful, because it is the new green that has just sprouted in spring, the state of mind when the grass turns yellow and white, the freshness of mood change, and the obvious contrast with the past. But a closer look shows that there are rotten dead leaves and yellow sand not covered by shallow grass under the bonus, and some dead leaves are still hanging on the dead branches, setting off some newly sprouted buds.
If the spring breeze is weak, it is difficult for the mountains and rivers to be completely green. But its beauty lies in tenderness, novelty and infinite vitality.
After a long journey. The mountains are mature, and the land is mature. After the gestation of winter, a mature autumn has been smelted in spring and summer.
Crops cover the earth, and the forest full of fruits is green, red and gold. This is a fiery red, golden and picturesque autumn. Autumn is extremely beautiful. Autumn should be the most beautiful and brilliant of the four seasons, at least I think so.
Driving through the endless North China Plain, the towering Yanshan Mountains, the blue sky, white clouds and green fields, everything is so comfortable and beautiful. Look at the distant mountains, such as Dai, and the red, yellow and green colors of the nearby mountains are so rich, so tall and straight, so straight into the sky.
The color of that place is also so thorough and boundless, until the horizon gradually blends with the blue sky, almost blending your body and mind into nature. You must like Van Gogh's paintings very much, right? This season is like Van Gogh painting mountains and rivers with a brush and using strong and heavy oil paints.
Suddenly, I saw the essence of a transparent, brilliant and energetic life. It was so warm and energetic. Autumn is so beautiful and intoxicating.
Autumn is beautiful, but for those who are easily sad, there is a sense of suffocation. Now I can recite the primary school text: "Autumn is coming, the weather is cold, and a flock of geese fly to men."
The author used a series of "music", which means that beauty is gone and spring is gone. Therefore, many people are not very willing to appreciate autumn colors, especially the elderly.
Because autumn represents the season when human beings get old. Humans are divided into spring, summer and autumn. I don't write about winter, because winter is the end of life and the last breath before death.
Spring is a tender childhood, summer is a young and energetic person, and autumn is the age to work hard for hard work and family chores, with the power of frosting and injury. This should be a harvest season. But from ancient times to the present, in the eyes of literati, it is the emotion of "persisting in sadness and falling in love with the building, saying that it is cool and good autumn".
Yes, a short life has passed for another year. In the eyes of the elderly, the years have passed and there are not many days to come. It is inevitable that some people are pessimistic, and some people hate this splendid season.
Beauty is beauty after all, and it is also true for people. You have experienced ups and downs in life, and bumpy experiences mean maturity.
It also means that understanding of life and the world can be understood in chaos. In fact, because of the change of the world, the situation has changed, and it has not hindered its brilliant existence.
And you have accumulated rich experience and experience, you can still fly a few times in your later years to show your strength. As the poet "Liu Zheng" wrote, "I don't believe that life is really easy to get old, the sky is gray, and a falcon is flying high, carrying the sunset."
Childhood is beautiful, young people are full of vigor and vitality, and old age should be a brilliant life full of artistic interest, life interest and colorful. Spring is beautiful, summer is beautiful, and autumn is more beautiful and colorful.
Autumn language (five chapters of prose poems) Autumn loves to walk on the edge of autumn, and from time to time, I see a strict array looking for a cloud stack and write a golden poem; On golden days, cotton shows white clouds and soybeans ring bells, especially in endless fields. Rice waves, like the long hair of a mature girl, can't hide the happy smile that is about to get married. Aunt's sickle kissed it, and uncle's big brother's cereal bucket also reveled with it.
On the ridge, the * * * of the packhorse bent people's eyebrows and filled their granaries. Pick up a millet and put it in the palm of your hand, look at the color of autumn and taste the loyalty of the land.
Not only the land in autumn, but also the satisfaction after maturity. Of course, there is also the expectation of eager cultivation and sowing. -In the golden autumn, all life has found a new proposition.
A ray of sunshine; Golden wind; A drop of autumn rain; ..... constitutes a charming background in the countryside. In this charming background, I don't want to be intoxicated; I resolutely walked out of the edge of autumn to look forward to the vitality of the earth once again after it was white, and then read the most pleasant realm. Autumn chrysanthemum invisible autumn wind swept the pot of wild chrysanthemum in front of the window and gave me a cold bath: the season has changed, do you know? Pushing open the window, the birch leaves are shaking.
Think of the first blooming wild chrysanthemum in autumn (just outside my window), swaying light and shadow, giving pedestrians a long season of softness and smile; Ah, chrysanthemum, how can I bear to see your sadness fall tomorrow? Remember, you are a clear and high-pitched folk song, always singing loudly after everything is fragile. Let the song-float to the field, overflow the maple forest, and finally enter the farmhouse hedge to fill the sadness and poverty of the season.
Ah, Zhu, don't cry. Please believe that the monsoon will never blow the bud of your life, and the sun will still shine on you tomorrow morning, in my heart: open.
A gust of wind in Qiu Die blew out the moonlight, and I heard the clouds rustling and sliding overhead like sand. Get in the house.
When I turned on the light, I was shocked by an unexpected surprise: a butterfly, a beautiful butterfly, stopped on the wild chrysanthemum outside the window. Did my carelessness make it wait here? What kind of power makes it catch the only blooming flower in this autumn until it dies? Looking out of the window, but afraid to disturb its heavy Qiu Meng-a eulogy gently recited in the wind.
It's so sad. But I think it is more reasonable for beauty to stop at petals.
After all, when a butterfly flies, it is a living dream, a dream on the grass and a dream of freedom. Butterfly's sleep is two petals, two temporary petals, but I prefer it to be long.
What stops in this dream is probably the selflessness of butterflies.
I like summer best, isn't it beautiful? Whether it is flowers in full bloom in summer, trees growing in summer, sudden thunderstorms in summer, or typhoons suddenly formed in summer, they all know that summer is a beautiful season without even thinking.
Because I have a long summer vacation, because I can dig and eat half an iced watermelon with a spoon, because I can enjoy the elegant process of melting ice cream, because the water scattered in the air will magically set up beautiful rainbows, red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, because someone told me that summer is the season of love, because there is a clean and clear song called "Blown by the Wind", and summer is a beautiful season because these are small and simple.
This summer, the days are so long, the nights are so short, and it is still hot, which still retains all kinds of good reasons. Then, I will add a touch of color to her beauty and make this summer even better.
3. Which season do you like best? Summer likes spring, summer, autumn and winter, but I like summer with fire. Today, I will take you to see the charming scenery in summer! Summer is a hot season. The sun in the sky is like a fire, like a big fireball. The wind and colorful clouds fly east and west. I don't know where to escape the heat of the sun. Anyone here? I dare not come out, I regard the sun as my enemy.
A plant is like a pupil who made a mistake. When cicadas fly in the Woods, they feel very hot. They kept screaming, "It's hot, it's hot ...". Birds are hiding in their nests, and they can't sing any more beautiful songs. The dog slept on the ground, his tongue sticking out all the time, as if to say, "Hum! The sun, you don't know how many people have been harmed, and now it has harmed us. " Where are the buffaloes? Regardless of the word hard work, stay in the water. Summer is really a hot summer season! Summer is another beautiful season. The trees are lush, the grass is green, and the lotus in the pond is like a slim little girl, which reminds me of a poem. Muddy but not evil. The creeper on the wall is more and more lush, and it is not afraid of the heat to serve us human beings.
Summer nights are also beautiful. There are countless little stars in the sky, blinking and shining like small eyes. Hey ... where's the music? Listen, oh, it's a little cricket giving a concert in the grass by the road! In summer, I just like you, like your passion, like your gentle breeze at night, accompanied by wonderful music ... when summer comes, plants have changed and some things have happened to animals.
Look at the pond, the lotus flowers are blooming, several small fish are blowing bubbles happily, a group of frogs are playing hide-and-seek, some are hiding under the lotus leaves, some are hiding in the aquatic plants, and some are singing on the lotus leaves. There is a mussel on the shore, basking in the sun, watching two crabs fight. Because they always play the game of rock, paper and scissors, they are neck and neck, so they fight.
Look at the garden, colorful flowers are blooming in the hot sun, and they are still dancing gracefully occasionally, as if doing aerobics. A group of bees are accompanying, and butterflies are dancing to the rhythm of music. How beautiful! The flowers here are really fragrant and beautiful, and the faint sight is brought into people's nostrils by the wind, which makes people relaxed and happy! Look in the Woods. The cicada in the tree woke up and began to practice "Summer Songs". Some cicadas are still practicing chorus.
There are many people enjoying the cool in the shade. Because the sun is very hot, which is the characteristic of summer, people like to enjoy the cool and chat in the Woods when they go out.
There are many wild flowers and weeds here, red, yellow and purple, which decorate the grass and Woods more brightly! I like summer, because I don't have to go to school in summer, and I can swim and eat ice cream in summer ... clouds in summer, faces in summer; Clouds in summer love to change their faces. Clouds are always fickle at different times. In the morning, the sun rises in the east, and the clouds run around the sun like cotton. The sun sets the clouds with shiny gold edges, as if to tell us that the sun is hiding there.
Sometimes the clouds are not thick, and the sun shines directly through the cracks in the clouds, like a shining sword, and the clouds become crimson and gorgeous because of the sunlight. In the evening, the sun sets, but its afterglow dyes half the sky red, like a fiery sunset, as if to melt the whole world.
At this time, the old man enjoying the cool under the tree will see it and say with a smile, "Tomorrow will be another sunny day." When the children see it, they will shout happily: "The fire is on! Burning clouds! " Because there is a lesson of "burning clouds" in our Chinese book.
Ah, how beautiful! How interesting the clouds are in summer! I really wish I could become a white cloud, in the boundless sky, stained with colorful sunshine and traveling freely with my companions.
4. Write a composition in my favorite season. When spring comes with her unique new green, it is really charming; When spring comes with her unique warmth and tide, it can also make people lose their souls.
Spring is definitely a canvas full of life. New green, light green, bright green, green, green eyes, tender our eyes.
There is still a little bit of red, a little bit of yellow, a little bit of pink and a little bit of purple, which twinkles like stars and makes us shine at the moment. So, I started walking in spring.
Stepping on her soft soil, I realized that the hotbed of life can be so flat. As long as the old man floats by in the season, all the sleeping seeds can be bred here, giving life a changing posture.
Spring is definitely a picture full of vitality. Whether it is out of the ground or in bud; Whether it is stretching slowly or flowing slowly; Whether they are silent or whispering, as long as the old people in the season open the curtain of spring, they will show the magical vitality of nature here in their own unique way.
So, I began to wander in spring. Covered with gentle and lovely spring scenery, let the slight fragrance wind blow.
You will realize that the breath of spring actually contains one of the most touching tenderness. I also think that nature is a strange mother. She chose to breed all kinds of life at the end of winter when everything was depressed, and let them embrace each other in the most tender and lovely first spring, bringing infinite vitality to the world.
Spring is also a gallery, showing the magic of life. You see, every life has its specific form, and every specific form contains specific life information.
Regardless of height, everyone has to go through the process of birth, aging, illness and death, and there are childish and mature seasons. Whether striking or plain, we should complete a feat of life in our own specific living space and along that specific seasonal trajectory.
Whether it is famous or not, whether it was born in a rich home or grew up in a barren sand, everything that germinated in spring has written an ode to life with all its enthusiasm and unique way. This is spring, because the chorus of life was born here, and I really feel a magical beauty.
5. Which season do you like best when writing a composition? When the brook plays the piano, when the winter jasmine sings spring, and when the warm spring breeze blows, I know that the business is booming in spring.
Miss Chun pulled out the grass sleeping in the ground and awakened the flowers hidden in the ground. The jujube tree in the yard seems to have just been awakened from a dream by Miss Chun. When it woke up, it was bare and there were some dead leaves hanging! But in a few days, my body was covered with green leaves. It waved branches for a while, invited birds to be guests for a while, and shook branches for a while to welcome Miss Chun.
The willows by the river began to grow new branches and green leaves, as sharp as swords, as if he were my brother. This reminds me of a poem describing a willow tree: Jasper dressed as a tree, with thousands of strands of green silk tapestries hanging down. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Colorful flowers make up a colorful painting, with bright red, charming white and pink yellow, which exudes the breath of spring everywhere. At this time, the geese flew back from the south and arranged in the shape of "human", "big" and "one".
I like snowy winter, I like fruitful autumn, I like hot summer, but I prefer colorful spring!
6. My favorite season composition My favorite season
If you want to know my favorite season, I will tell you truthfully that my favorite season is winter. There are many factors that make me like winter this season. Let me tell you something!
First, because my birthday is 165438+ 10/6, and 165438+10 in winter, when people ask about my birthday, I usually say16. Look, there is also a winter word.
Secondly, it will snow in winter, although it is not as sunny as summer. We like snow very much. Because she is beautiful and white, but also because she is funny, everyone gets together to look at the white snowflake, pinching a little person with extremely dexterous hands for a while and a little pig for a while. How interesting
The third and most important point. Because I love snow, I like its purity and beauty.
Snow, as white as silver, falls gently and quietly, spreading evenly, dressing up the earth as a world wrapped in silver.
Snow is floating like floc, who is not moved by it in this world of powder-packed Yushu and lush foliage?
Snow, like a beautiful princess and a noble princess, dances her magical veil and brings us cold winds.
Snow is as smooth as white jade. She is like a crystal, dotted with the earth. She is like a huge pearl, connected by a small gold thread. Beautiful and moving!
Snow is so beautiful.
7. Which season of scenery do you like best all the year round? Please hold the flowers in the autumn wind in a certain order. This autumn comes early, but it is like the lotus step of the 28th woman, and the gorgeous yellow leaves cannot bear to fall. I don't know the name of the red vine crawling over the fence. Every time I walk on this path, I can't help watching. I think my expression must be happy. I am rendered by ancient poems here.
As if autumn wind loves this season, it is soft and warm. The sunshine warms my skin just right, and the whole person can't help getting drunk.
So I smelled the fragrance of chrysanthemum, fragrant and fragrant, colorful and fragrant, the more fragrant, the more fragrant. Since Tao Yuanming chanted chrysanthemum, "Fang Ju opened Lin Yao, and Song Qingyan lived in it.
After Dongli planted chrysanthemums, chrysanthemums were introduced as bosom friends by ancient China literati. Imagine what a surprise it would be if first frost suddenly lost its Biwa and plantain overnight, and the lotus withered, red withered and green fell, leaving only "Chrysanthemum rose alone".
No wonder Gao Qi, a poet in the Ming Dynasty, sat in a secluded porch and wrote poems in the autumn when "people want to get drunk in autumn, but the cold fragrance ignores the butterfly prophet". At this time, if there is wine, a confidant, singing the wind and enjoying chrysanthemums, the opposite person is a beloved person, with almond eyes, peach cheeks, eyebrows and lips, always referring to slender, smiling like spring, or his eyebrows are long and handsome, and his eyes are drunk and his clothes are fluttering, what kind of amorous feelings this scene should be.
Of course, it is best to find the meaning of chrysanthemums and enjoy the fun of life in a beautiful place with high clouds and light winds after all the flowers have fallen, which is beyond the understanding of ordinary people. Su Shi praised the chrysanthemum for its "light muscles and weak bones", which made the plum blossom more colorful. The poet Qu Yuan regarded chrysanthemum as the juice of life, savored it carefully and wrote the ultimate charm of chrysanthemum.
Li Shangyin's "secretly lavender, harmonious and harmonious" highlights the graceful posture of chrysanthemum. Ancient women were intelligent and affectionate, and they also compared their hearts with chrysanthemums. For example, Zhu's "Soil flowers can be white and red, and you can still love this work at night.
I would rather grow old with fragrant branches than dance with yellow leaves in the autumn wind, which tells me that I am the same as chrysanthemum. The ambiguity of Li Qingzhao's sentence "The wine in Dongli is faint and fragrant after dusk" is already a sincere love for chrysanthemum. In any case, the ancients in China wrote the fragrance, charm, heterogeneity and strangeness of chrysanthemums, and decorated a chrysanthemum world with infinite personality.
Only Chao's chrysanthemum poem "the rustling west wind is planted all over the courtyard, and the cold butterfly is hard to come;" If I were Di in the next year, I would like to report: On September 8th, peach blossoms will bloom, the last chrysanthemum will stay, and my flowers will also bloom; Tianxiang pervades Chang 'an, and the city is full of golden flowers. "Chrysanthemum has been given a lot of murderous look, which makes people feel scared. I'm always a weak woman, so it's hard to regard chrysanthemum as a golden helmet.
And "how many people have not returned, watching the autumn wind through the fence." What we really want to see is chrysanthemums with independent branches in the frost, so that we can finish the journey of life alone. Since chrysanthemum has so many meanings, its name must be elegant. The names given by colors are: Empty Valley Spring, Out-of-Valley Oriole, Jade Crab Ice Plate, Green Dress and Red Skirt, etc.
Or they are named after petals to distinguish their shapes, such as "Lotus Scaring the Wind" and "Pine Hanging Snow". There are also flowers named after their shapes, such as "Golden Thread Hanging Beads" and "Ten Foot Beads Curtain", as well as historical figures and stories, such as "the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon" and "ChristianRandPhillips Drumming Instrument".
There are countless wishes and interests hidden behind one flower, which is thought-provoking. Chrysanthemum has many practical values besides ornamental and immersion.
Can be used as medicine, wine, tea and health care. Kim, the most popular neo-romantic leader in South Korea, interprets chrysanthemums as the taste of love, pure and romantic.
Autumn wind and autumn rain make people sad, geese fly over the autumn sky and the wind is returning to the pond. The wind is crazy and the years are like arrows. How many things happened? Autumn moon, autumn night and long autumn days. The night is so deep that people can't sleep. There are a few sparse stars outside the window, bright moon in the sky, but cold. The bright moon can't dispel people's hatred, and it is bound to penetrate the clouds and scatter that 10 thousand light on the lush treetops in the high places. The mountains in the distance are even more cold and boundless in the night, and the west wind that barely brushed the fence during the day.
It's already late at night, and I can see some fireflies inhabiting in weeds, shrinking, perhaps dreaming of summer. In the night sky, a wild goose flies by, even if it loses its companion, wandering and hovering. Occasionally, I heard one or two sharp chirps, and the clothes that cut through the night suddenly passed over the treetops and suddenly disappeared.
At this time, there was a faint sound of bamboo in my ear, but when I listened carefully, it was so melancholy and cold, like a mottled twill on a marble column. Whose woman played the harp and whispered to me that autumn was coming.
Autumn has come, Dongting Lake is full of autumn tides, and many heroes have been wiped out between ups and downs. Although the autumn wind is so weak and boneless, it still blows down the once leafy trees near Dongting Lake. Listen: Does the sound of leaves falling into loess resound through Ma Xiaoxiao like swords and gunfire? Look: Is the figure of the long-sleeved teenager standing in the water as leisurely as a symmetrical tree? But why is there a faint sadness in his brow? Whose wonderful eyes filled his heart? Who attracted his attention with her beautiful singing? Is a beautiful, dressed Luo, dancing not far away with a drunken smile, but why is there a trance-like sadness in her mouth? Who and whose love made her so sad and confused? I also heard the sound of banana being slapped by autumn rain, red, bright, a little, a little, like crying; I also saw the wrinkles of moss blown by the autumn wind under the steps, which were green and faint, little by little, like smoke and fog.
Going back to books is like dreaming, but it's hard to get back to your heart. No one appreciates the moonlight in the sky. It's very cold this autumn. This autumn night is full of mangroves and silence. I can hear the cold wind blowing in the clear corner, which is empty. Autumn is difficult for the enemy, and the wind and rain are sad. Might as well miss it. That spring, peach blossoms were in full bloom.
That year, it was agreed that the leaves of the plane would fall. Autumn worries people.
The tearful woman in the red chamber stood alone in front of a residual lamp in the bleak autumn wind and autumn rain tonight, listening to the autumn rain dripping from the autumn window to tell the autumn feelings, and then moving the red candle to the depths of the painting screen could not hide the impulse.
8. My favorite season (composition) If you ask me, "What is your favorite season among the four seasons?" I will answer without hesitation: "I like spring best."
Someone will ask me, "You don't like summer with flowers blooming, golden autumn and snowy winter. Why do you like spring with yellow sand and sandstorms all over the sky?" There will be sandstorms in spring, but spring is a season of blooming flowers, singing and dancing, and full of vitality. In spring, there are several white clouds floating in the light blue sky, the trees have sprouted, the grass can't wait to get out of the ground, and the river is singing the songs of spring. Spring girl's hands brushed the earth and gently awakened the small animals. Aren't you attracted and intoxicated by such a beautiful scenery? !
Rowing in the park, you will see small fish swimming happily underwater, birds flying freely in the sky, wicker in light green spring clothes hanging down to the water, swaying with the wind, making ripples on the water; Sitting in the bow, you will feel Miss Chun kissing your cheek gently. Hum a little song gently, and the birds chirp as if to accompany you. Don't you think it's wonderful and comfortable? !
The beautiful scenery in spring is amazing, and the activities in spring are also colorful. In spring, there is Arbor Day. On that day, we can hold tools, plant saplings on the hillside, shovel soil and water them. The saplings in the spring breeze nodded to us and promised that we would grow into towering trees. In spring, the school will hold a spring outing. We can spend a day outdoors, breathe the fresh air in the wilderness, embrace nature, enjoy the dance of the beautiful Kobanawa grass in the spring breeze and learn a lot. It's killing two birds with one stone!
In spring, you can go hiking in the suburbs with your family, and you can see the great rivers and mountains of the motherland when you climb to the top. On the mountain, you can see the bright green of the whole mountain. It is refreshing to climb to the top of the mountain, and you can't help but admire: "Ah! How beautiful spring is! Green green! " I summed up the characteristics of a spring-beauty!
I like summer with a hundred flowers, autumn with a golden harvest, and winter with heavy snow, but I prefer spring when everything recovers and is full of vitality!
Throughout the year, I hate the warm sunshine and spring breeze in spring, the heat in summer and the winter when flowers are dying, but I have a special liking for autumn when leaves rustle.
In the most rampant season of hot magic-when summer left the world, autumn came to the world with light steps. In a short time, the city of autumn scenery, there is no breath of summer.
Autumn, came to the campus, in an instant, all the flowers suddenly freed from the heat, and saw the vitality. At this time, several leaves fell to the ground, and the wind blew them to dance for this great autumn. Oh, the great Qiu!
In autumn, I came to the field and warmly greeted a string of golden corn hanging on the tree. Huang Cancan and full corn kernels showed people the unique beauty of autumn. Under the eaves, Qiu kissed the face of red pepper, like a firecracker waiting for people to light ... Qiu gently jumped into the face of farmers, adding "blessings" to crops and happiness to farmers. Oh, the great Qiu!
Autumn came to the orchard, opened its "cosmetic box", wiped the apples red, painted the oranges golden, and painted the grapes purple ... Autumn started all this, laughing comfortably and laughing ... Oh, great autumn!
Autumn leaves rich fruits and good wishes to the world. Autumn, and then left, branches swaying, Ye Er wanted to follow the footsteps of autumn, rode away in the wind, made several spins in the air, and floated down, leaving beautiful thoughts and quiet meditation. Autumn silently "serves" people, and we don't know what to repay it. I love autumn, and I love its noble character of being willing to "serve" people without asking for anything in return!
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