The weather is always sunny, and there is not a cloud in the blue sky. I often look up and think that the grassland sky written by Lao She is like this-the sky is so high and so blue. Looking at it, I feel suddenly enlightened. Occasionally, a bird flying across the sky will make your heart tremble. I think it would be nice if people could be as happy and free as birds.

There is no wind in autumn and the air is a little dry. Occasionally a little rain will make you feel comfortable. Smell the earth, the moist air moistens your face, and look at the colorful colors in nature. You will unconsciously open your arms, look up, gently close your eyes and take a deep breath. At this time, you are the leaf, a small flower, a fruit ... you will melt into the autumn life.

I like the yellow color of ginkgo leaves in autumn, especially in the light of street lamps. Against the backdrop of the night, that kind of yellow is not golden, a little delicate and a little subtle. There are few pedestrians on the road, and the ginkgo trees illuminated by street lamps are like oil paintings on canvas, which are beautiful. I also like the red maple leaf. It is so red that no pigment can set off such a strong color. I am dreaming that one day I can go to a big maple forest and wander alone in the maple forest, so that the red of maple leaves can flow into my blood. At this time, I remembered the poem "Stop and love the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February". Presumably, the ancients also had a soft spot for maple leaves.

Autumn is the harvest season. The happiest is the farmer, whose bronzed face and wrinkles carved by years are filled with smiles. The hard work and sweat of the past seem to have never happened. Looking at them, you can't help thinking: happiness is that simple. Why should we worry?

I like autumn. I like all the beautiful things in nature. I love life, and I want to make my life as colorful as autumn. Agree with 3| Comment (1) 2011-kloc-0/2-521:24 842920505 | Level II

I like autumn.

Autumn is coming, the fruit is ripe, Huang Chengcheng is a pear, red is an apple, and shiny is a grape. A gust of autumn wind blows, and the fruit nods, emitting an attractive fragrance!

Autumn wind is the purest wind without any decoration. It gently surprises the bamboo forest without paying attention to the rustling leaves-withering is withering. Once a painter painted an autumn courtyard, and the tall and straight maple trees quietly covered the silence of a garden. Two little swallows flew down from the roof and cooed as if to say to me, "Bye-bye, little master!" " See you next year. Autumn represents the beauty of maple trees. Not only the frosted plain red, but also the coolness in the autumn wind.

Autumn is a beautiful season. The leaves falling from the tree are like golden butterflies. They danced happily from the trees, and some fell into the river. The yellow leaves on the ground seem to say, "Look, I helped Mother Earth put on her yellow robe. How noble. " The leaves falling in the river seemed to say, "Look, I helped Little Black put on a yellow skirt. How beautiful! " The autumn sky is so beautiful. Baiyun danced in the sky as if to say, "I, Baiyun, am the most beautiful dancer on such a big and blue stage." The most beautiful thing is the sunset reflected by Qiu Lin, which is a very beautiful and sad beauty.

In this crisp autumn season, many small animals are ready to hibernate after eating and drinking enough. For example, a small snake, after eating two wild rabbits, went to find a small quilt and a small head to get ready for bed; Another example is samba, a bear, eating bamboo leaves that have been stored for a long time and drinking a large cup of honey tea. When you are full, cover yourself with a quilt and snore ... and fall asleep.

I like beautiful autumn!

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Why do you ask others when you write? Alas! Give you one! The wind with rain stars, like looking for something on the ground, bumped into the east and west.

"It's raining!" A classmate shouted. I saw it raining in Mao Mao outside the window, and the raindrops seemed to be playing a little waltz. I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window. The sky is raining tirelessly, and the hazy rain and fog gently cover the whole campus. Rain drops from the sky like ten thousand silver lines and gently hits the window, forming a beautiful bead curtain.

It's time to finish school. We came to the front hall of the teaching building and saw the colorful school gates. Oh, that's my parents' umbrella. So after going through five levels and beheading six generals, I managed to squeeze into my father's car ... After a while, it began to rain heavily, as if to stop all the people on the road. ..... Towards evening, the rain stopped.

The next morning, the continuous spring rain began to rain again. Raindrops, like thin embroidery needles, wear in every corner and fall on leaves, spinning like beads. At this time, the city was immersed in silence, and my heart calmed down.

Yangliuqing falls after the rain. On the green grass, all kinds of flowers are blooming in the rain. Roses, Chinese rose flowers, winter jasmine flowers, lilies ... they sit around as if they are beautiful, and they seem to be discussing how to show people more beautiful spring. This is really "a good rain like a season, when spring happens." Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently! "

Rain is weak and the lightest thing in the world. It can't knock down heavy reinforced concrete buildings. And the tile house, with raindrops on it, jingled and immediately made a pleasant sound. People who live in huts are also blessed to be close to nature in the rain. When the rain is sudden, the sound is generous and violent, just like hundreds of horses singing together, Malik gallops. As the rain slows down, the sound becomes weaker and seeps into your heart gently, like the breeze in your ear in warm spring. These tiles seem to be specially laid for rain. They play dutifully, and the hearts of those who listen to the rain will overflow with endless affection.

People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and regret. The old people have the ambition of "lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain and dreaming of the iron horse glacier"; Dying beauty has the bitterness of "raindrops brighten yellow leaves and lights illuminate my bald head"; Acacia lovers have the vision of "the phoenix tree is raining, and it will drop at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the daydream that "the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers."

Rain has become an emissary for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes.

In my spare time, I was lucky enough to go back to the place where I used to listen to the rain. It happened to be raining lightly that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain. In the mist, there is a strange mood in the rain, and we haven't communicated for a long time. It keeps me away and shows me that it is strange to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness. There is a sense of carefree waking from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after confusion.

Oh, what I met in the rain was the self separated from time and space, and it was telling me everything before. I hesitated. I asked myself: Who am I? Still the old me?

There is a saying: "Young people listen to singing on the rainy floor, and the red candle is faint." In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. "Different life situations make people feel different when listening to the rain. However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the flow of true feelings and listening to the flow of years. In addition to the echo of the years, the sound of rain also brings regrets of the past and melancholy that I want to talk about again. It seems that only in the light rain of this tile house can the soul breathe and life continue.

The rain is still ringing, just like my real heartbeat. ...

A rain

It's raining. I put my hand out of the window and touched the heartbeat of the rain. A refreshing coolness suddenly purified all the thoughts in my mind.

Rain man slipped down from the invisible slide in the sky and fell to the ground, immediately splashing crystal water. How happy they are!

I watched all this happily, as if I had joined their team. We danced together and blossomed on the ground together.

There was a faint fragrance in the distance, which made me go back to the beginning, deeply rooted in my heart and hard to erase.

The rain stopped suddenly, and I was shocked-the rain man disappeared, the splash disappeared, the laughter disappeared, and nothing disappeared. I'm back in the real world. I'm still me, a child with bones and flesh, not the crystal rain man just now. Everything just now, as if it were a wonderful dream, is still unfinished. Oh, it's going to rain again, and the rain man is going to fall from the sky again! Agree 2| Comment (1) 2011-kloc-0/2-14 23: 04 309066563 | Level 3.

The lovely spring girl came to the world with light steps, and the vibrant scene came in all directions, as if the whole world had just woken up from a deep sleep.

Swallows dragged their scissors-like tails back to their hometown in the north. They twittered and twittered, as if to say, "Spring is coming, spring is coming!" "

Yes, spring is really here!

I look for spring with curiosity.

Ah, I see spring. The mountains in the distance are rolling, full of green. The grass on the nearby hillside also crept out of the ground quietly. They are tender and green. Fat little lobular children, like a fat doll who just woke up. This piece, that cluster, dotted with steep slopes. Trees on the hillside quietly pull out new branches and sprout like grass. Willow branches hang down like a thread hanging from a tree. Small bright yellow leaves are like petals tied on a string. Poplar is in bloom, and these flowers are clusters of purple. It's interesting to be covered with soft fur like a caterpillar. Peach blossoms are in full bloom, apricot flowers are hanging on branches, and pear flowers are blooming.

All kinds of wild flowers also woke up, only to see them spread out, hold their heads high, and rush to indulge in full bloom. Red, yellow, blue, white and purple ... are really colorful. Although these flowers are not expensive, they decorate this grassland of youth with their own beauty and dedicate themselves selflessly to the earth. Swarms of bees, flapping their yellow wings, are busy humming honey; Colorful butterflies also dance in pairs.

In the field, the wheat seedlings turn green, endless, like green waves. Golden wild vegetable flowers sparkle in the green waves.

I don't know when it began to rain, gently, but I couldn't hear the sound of falling, like wet smoke, gently moistening the earth. After the spring rain, the sun came out and it was sunny. The whole world is fresh as if it had just been washed, and the air is fresh. Take a deep breath. My Sweetie's disease is like drinking honey. The spring breeze is warm, the bright spring light shines on the earth, and everything is full of vitality, which constitutes a beautiful landscape.

Spring has come, how beautiful it is! This is a season of revival. Cold-blooded animals such as snakes, bears and frogs have stopped hibernating and climbed onto the ground to enjoy spring. In spring, birds are singing, flowers are blooming, grass is sprouting, swallows are flying back to nest, and spring has restored a colorful atmosphere to the earth.

Even the spring rain and the spring thunder keep coming to announce the spring for us. Spring is a good season for sowing. Farmers will start sowing in this good season, and there will be a good harvest in autumn.

Spring is not as dry and hot as summer, as cold and cheerless as autumn, nor as cold as winter. But spring is a vibrant and energetic spring. This reminds me of our mother, who is like the earth. When she gave birth to us, we had life. When spring comes back, it means that everything has to start all over again and all life has to start all over again.

People love spring, because this beautiful spring gives people a new beginning, new harvest, new life and new hope.

With the arrival of spring, the earth is completely green, from appearance to heart, the whole spring is covered with green.

This spring has given people new life and new hope. I like this beautiful spring.

The colors of spring are really colorful, the sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are light green, and the winter jasmine is delicate yellow ... No wonder poets love to sing praises to spring, and painters love to describe it, because spring is the fusion of all the beautiful things in the world and the meeting of all colors. I wonder why these colorful colors choose spring to come to the earth.

The spring rain is continuous and gentle. It moistens the earth, caresses it and whispers to it. When people are unconscious, they quietly merge into a river and accumulate into a deep pool. Ah, it is the spring rain that brings green life to the pool.

Wind and rain always come together. In early spring, the cold wind awakened everything. The treetops are green, the earth is green, and even the platforms of towering buildings are green. Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty wrote a poem: "Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan." How well you speak! But is it more than "green"?

Under the blowing of the wind, the wild flowers all over the mountains opened their eyes, one, two, one cluster, two clusters ... even joined together and merged into the sea. People face this ocean of blue, red and yellow ... gorgeous colors, and their troubles are gone, and their listlessness is gone. Thank the color of spring for giving us upward strength and confidence.

Look at the sky in spring. Why is the sky colorful and dazzling? Ah, that's a kite flown by children. Under the blue sky and white clouds, kites of various shapes fly freely and soar freely. What a refreshing sight! Spring belongs to children, and the sky belongs to children, but aren't they also trying to dress up spring and add the color of spring?

However, if you lean down and look closely, you will find that there are scattered yellow in the pleasing colors, which is the trace left by last winter. You may sigh: "A fly in the ointment!" Yes, who will be in a good mood when looking at those few broken limbs and flagging grasses? However, you might as well cut off the yellow winter clothes, and you will find something more novel. It's green inside! It turns out that yellow grass is also gestating, gestating a better spring.

Spring is a season full of vitality, but also a beautiful, magical and hopeful season.

Spring has arrived, and all kinds of gorgeous flowers are blooming, all of which are so gorgeous and dazzling. The oilseed rape planted by the farmer's uncle in the field is also in bloom. Golden rape flowers have become the world of butterflies, and beautiful butterflies are dancing on the golden stage. They fly in the air for a while and stay quietly on the rape flowers for a while. Just like this, it also adds a lot of fun to spring. The beauty of rape flowers also attracts many "working people"-bees, who are always tirelessly pollinating rape flowers day and night. Occasionally, a breeze blows, and the golden rapeseed immediately surges up with undulating "golden waves". From a distance, it's really beautiful!

Spring is the season people yearn for, and people always make their own plans in this season. As the saying goes: "A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in the morning." It tells us that one year's wishes should be planned in spring, and the heaviest time of the day is in the morning. In spring, people start farming, transplanting rice seedlings and planting trees. Migratory birds also migrated from the south to the north, cheering for the farmers working in the fields. Some birds stand on tall trees, some simply stand on the ridge, and some stand on the staff. It is this that makes the farmers in the field happy and everything is very lively.

In spring, animals also wake up from a deep sleep. The grass began to sprout, and the land was full of thriving scenes. At first glance, there is a green scene everywhere, just like a watercolor painting.