The autumn sky is clear and quiet. In the days when the wind is clear and the sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant, I follow the footsteps of autumn, slowly pick up pure memories, and try to fade away the charm and beauty of autumn, but I can never outline her unique charm.
Autumn patterns are silent and rich. Falling English is like rain, fragrant everywhere, and everything tends to be peaceful at this mature moment.
Whether it is flying red, scattered yellow or drifting green, it finally precipitates into autumn scenery, which is set off by cold rain and harvested into smiling faces in autumn fruits. The sky in autumn is very blue.
Blue is confusing. A little worried, a little worried.
The light blue autumn sky is light and far-reaching; Green autumn water, because of its quietness, shows its profundity; Indifferent life, because of abandoning fame and fortune, is only for lofty goals. After the golden wind gradually rises, the autumn sky is always sunny day by day.
A few faint white clouds set off the vast blue sky, which is even higher. The deeper autumn, the bluer the sky. It's so charming that it seems to drip.
Blue is thrilling, and I always want to stretch out my holy hand to touch it. At this time, if you occasionally fly over rows of herringbone wintering autumn geese, what a profound picture it would be against a broad blue background! Autumn leaves are beautiful. When the wind blows, the leaves on the tree slowly fall, fly gracefully, turn out a beautiful arc and land.
The process of falling leaves is beautiful. Autumn wind rises and autumn leaves fall.
Love the autumn wind, it always makes me nostalgic. How many times with such beauty and ecstasy, I danced in the west wind and felt sad in my memory.
I wonder, who is singing a fragrant poem under the moon? Fragrant notes and brocade books reflect the charm of two hearts. Who plucked the ancient strings of the romantic field through the ages? And the poet's graceful feelings? Therefore, I feel sad at the sight of autumn frost, hurt my beauty at the sight of residual flowers, miss my old age at the sight of returning home, sigh for the rest of my life at the sight of chilling, and feel even more helpless at the sight of autumn wind and autumn rain. The autumn rain is very clear. At dusk, there is only residual lotus at the railing. When I look back, I can't finish writing.
The sound of falling flowers came quietly from outside the window lattice. I sat in the silence of the night, listening to the drizzle blowing freely and the wind was crisp and audible. Who says autumn is only miserable? The harmony of autumn has long been in my heart.
I think, conceive and mature in autumn, and autumn embraces everything with her emotional and broad mind. Vilen in autumn is very real, and vilen in autumn is * * *.
Not as prosperous, eye-catching and colorful as spring; It is not as warm as summer, so carefully shaped, so moody and changeable. Autumn is autumn. Autumn honestly gives everything to nature. It faces cold, maturity and the return of leaves.
Don't be surprised if you find two clusters of red Yun Ni on the Yuan Ye in autumn. It is not the flower soul of spring, but the red maple, which is the chilling beauty of autumn. But be careful, your hands and your heart will turn autumn into jade at any time.
No wonder there are few clouds swimming in the sky, because when the clouds look up a little, they will melt into light blue in autumn. I like Yuan Ye in autumn-vast and rich, quiet and distant. Farmers burn weeds and sundries in the fields. Some people say it is "burning autumn", with a strong smell of grass. Smoke rises slowly into the sky, and many romantic fantasies fly with it.
At this time, I found that all my feelings were dissolved in smoke. Speaking of burning autumn, I think of cool autumn. In the rustling sound, there are cleaners sweeping the fallen leaves all night.
After sweeping, pile the autumn leaves into a pile; Soon, the thick and faint light smoke curled up and dispersed, just like the autumn fog in the mountains in the morning, which was the light smoke burning in autumn leaves and filled with thick fragrance. Burning autumn.
The word "burning autumn" makes me unforgettable for a long time. This word reminds me of my past life, and my memory becomes clear. Imagine a seed falling in the dust in autumn, what kind of waiting will it take to meet spring? Reach out and touch, autumn hay with the earth's body temperature, warm heat flow between your fingers.
I can't help being happy. It turns out that as long as there is the earth, there is the heat flow of life.
Autumn is beautiful, desolate and deep. Autumn sky, autumn weeds, autumn jungle, autumn streams, autumn colors and autumn breath.
What does Yining have? Chatting with Ye Qiu. When gorgeous leaves, such as rosy clouds and golden butterflies, fall with the wind, each piece is filled with enthusiasm for flying, melting all my expectations and tenderness into the reverie of autumn wind.
Seduce people to taste a pot of newly brewed chrysanthemum tea in the drunken sunset, with the fragrance of autumn flowing between their lips and teeth. In the misty rain, how many Zen-like solitary boats are swaying, wandering among the beautiful mountains and green waters, and the brow is full of endless calmness and leisure.
"Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn, waves, waves of cold smoke. The mountains reflect the sunset water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the sunset. "
I have always liked Fan Zhongyan's Su curtains. This kind of scenery that can only appear in dreams will arouse my desire to go out for a walk. But this is autumn in the poet's eyes.
Such a beautiful artistic conception can only be created by poets. Walking on the path covered with yellow leaves, I picked up all my heart leaves, wrote down my name, made a bookmark, gave it to you, and treasured it ... just like a poem when I was a child, the time when I didn't know the taste of sadness was so unforgettable.
Willow residue, grass withered; Flowers wither and butterflies fly; The sun sets and the dusk sinks; Near dusk, the moonlight is faint; Falling leaves know autumn, I miss it hard; I frowned last night, but now I am in my heart; Ming Che in autumn makes people dream of climbing high and looking far, which leads to the autumn of poetry; Autumn seems to be an element of beauty and art. Since ancient times, many literati have been fascinated by it, which is full of poetry. For example, Li Bai's Qiu Si: "Under the autumn leaves, the moon is cold and the chicken is sad, and the white dew disappears."
Liu Yong's "Xue Meixiang's Ci": "The scenery is bleak, and the dangerous building is independent and clear, which is sad for autumn. At this time, I agreed with Song that I should be careful to "speak slowly and whisper": "Go west.
2. Help me write a composition about autumn. I like the unique and intoxicating orchard in autumn! I like the unique and intoxicating orchard in autumn!
The thriving spring is lovely, the leaves are green, the flowers are gorgeous, and the grass is reluctant; Hot summer is also very interesting. The old man enjoys the cool under the tree and the children play in the water. The scenery in winter is equally charming, with goose feathers and heavy snow, the world is white, the earth is covered with silver, gorgeous ice sculptures and skiing, which makes people unforgettable for a long time! However, what I like best is the autumn when fruits and vegetables are everywhere, especially the orchard in autumn!
Autumn is a colorful season and also a harvest season.
The orchard in autumn is full of vitality. Orange-red oranges are like small lanterns, swaying in the breeze, with a smile on their faces; Apple's general's red face finally showed a smile; The big and round pomegranate shows a row of teeth replaced by crystal silver, which is very cute; Huang Chengcheng, golden pineapples are arranged in an orderly way like pearls. How beautiful! Persimmons are big, fiery red, as delicate as handicrafts, and soft to bite. My Sweetie's persimmons are more delicious than peaches. ...
Go into the orchard and take a closer look! The red apple is like a shy little girl, afraid to speak. The eggplant ran gracefully, and its mouth cracked at the hour. Oranges and persimmons lit up the whole orchard with lanterns. The orchard is beautiful, flying like fireflies. Banana pear can't sleep, as stuffy as gold. Round purple grapes are like mothers holding their children. Take a bite of a sweet and fragrant peach, and you will be full of praise and say, "Ah! How sweet! Great! Delicious! " Jujube, plump and thick, bent branches, the color changed from green to red, blushing, blushing!
The scenery of the orchard in autumn is particularly beautiful, and the lovely fruit dolls are also cultivated by the uncle of the fruit farmer himself. The fog gradually dispersed, the sun slowly rose to the blue sky, and everything in the orchard was in the light. Against the cool autumn wind, I reluctantly walked out of the orchard.
I like the unique and intoxicating orchard in autumn! I like the unique and intoxicating orchard in autumn!
Please help me write an autumn composition of 500 words. Summer is fading away, and autumn comes quietly. Please come to this beautiful world.
In autumn, the sky is blue. There are several white clouds floating in the blue sky. Like some running sheep. The sun also rises in the east. But it's not as hot as summer now. The geese flying south formed a neat herringbone team. The fruit trees on the mountain also have a bumper harvest. Pear trees hang golden lanterns, and apples show red cheeks. Ginkgo biloba leaves turn yellow, and the yellow leaves are like handfuls of small fans, which one to fan, which one to take away the heat in summer and bring the cool in autumn. Golden rice fields are like a golden ocean. A gust of autumn wind blew, and the rice sea turned up golden waves. What a pleasant scenery!
The grass beside the big tree has changed from light green to golden now. On the golden grass, there is a lovely little white rabbit, staring at the ground as if looking for food.
The chrysanthemums in the chrysanthemum cluster are more beautiful than each other, as if in a beauty contest. Some chrysanthemums are wearing purple gauze skirts, some chrysanthemums are wearing yellow clothes, and some chrysanthemums are … beautiful!
In this beautiful autumn, children are running and playing in the fields. Children can fly kites on the grass. Someone is holding the string, sometimes tight and sometimes loose, and kites are flying in the air. Look, how happy the children are. People can also enjoy the scenery and collect leaves.
Ah! Autumn is so beautiful! I like beautiful autumn!
Help me write a composition about autumn. When I was a child, I had a vague concept of the four seasons.
I only know that spring is warm, summer is hot, autumn is cool and winter is cold. As time goes by, people grow up, and I slowly fall in love with the birds and flowers in spring; Fall in love with the fun and ice cream in the swimming pool in summer; I fell in love with making snowmen, having snowball fights and watching snow scenes in winter ... only autumn makes me feel bored.
Especially in autumn in my hometown, I only see the leaves wither all day. Boredom is nothing more than a few troubles.
Since learning English, I have given names to the four seasons of the year. Spring is warm, summer is hot, autumn is cool and winter is cold.
Maybe the name of Qiu is cold, and I have a good impression on it. In high school, the Chinese teacher said that autumn in my hometown is the most beautiful season of the year.
I didn't fully believe it at that time, but I always had some doubts. But from then on, I began to observe and feel autumn.
Autumn rain often falls, thin and dense. The wind is mixed with rain, and the rain falls with the wind.
The rain gently washes everything on the earth, the ground is polished, and the leaves are constantly oozing raindrops full of particles. At dusk, the wind and rain slowed down.
The sun climbed out of the clouds again and gave her afterglow to the earth. Yellow leaves reveal a faint reddish color in the soft sunshine, just like a shy girl's beautiful cheeks.
Where the autumn wind blows, the leaves will make a rustling sound, which is very nice. When the wind is strong, yellow leaves will break free from the shackles of trees and dance with the wind, just like a beautiful yellow butterfly, singing and dancing with the accompaniment of the wind. At this time, just three or two people walked through the falling yellow leaves. Isn't this a beautiful picture? But it is so fleeting, like a flash in the pan.
It disappeared before I could appreciate it carefully. I regret this short-lived beauty, and I regret the fortitude of autumn leaves.
It tried so hard to get rid of the shackles of the big tree, but didn't know that the leaves would eventually return to the roots? For such a short freedom, is it worth burying yourself in deep roots forever? But I think, maybe this is the spirit of autumn leaves. Their real purpose of getting rid of the shackles of big trees may not be freedom at that moment, but injecting themselves into the roots for the last time, so that the big trees can have sufficient nutrients in the cold winter.
New and stronger leaves will grow on the branches next spring. Aren't those new leaves exactly what they were? Thinking of this, I am proud of autumn leaves. I didn't expect them to have the idea of "sustainable development". It's incredible. Perhaps it is given by mysterious nature.
Spring breeze makes people sleepy; The summer wind makes people feel sultry and uncomfortable; The wind in winter makes people feel cold and biting. Only the autumn wind makes people feel refreshed, neither sultry nor cold, but also makes people awake a lot.
I simply doubt that the autumn wind has a refreshing effect, and coupled with the coolness of the autumn rain, this wonderful drug primer, a rare "natural herb", has probably been formed. Autumn wind and autumn rain may be the most perfect couple in the world.
Autumn wind blows autumn rain, accompanied by autumn wind. They can make everything in the world reflect crystal luster and autumn elegance.
Maybe they can trim out a beautiful autumn picture. Looking at their figures, I can't help feeling that autumn wind blows and autumn rain flies; Autumn wind sends cool, autumn rain sends cool. Autumn wind, autumn rain and autumn leaves.
No one can show beauty alone. They express a kind of overall beauty and a kind of harmonious beauty.
Without wind, rain can't fly and leaves can't dance; Without rain, the wind will not be wet and the leaves will not be ashamed; Without leaves, the wind looks monotonous and the rain looks boring. Only by combining them skillfully can we form a beautiful painting and a beautiful poem-autumn.
Nature endows flowers and birds in spring, prosperity in summer and beautiful snow scene in winter. Of course, we will not forget to give autumn. So, she gave autumn mystery and beauty.
It seems that nature does not favor anyone. I also learned a truth from it: people have similar talents. If you want to surpass others and achieve extraordinary achievements, I'm afraid you have to go through extraordinary hardships.
Autumn, let me appreciate its beauty, but also let me understand some truth. Autumn is really fruitful.
5. Help me write a composition about autumn, and be true to the flowers in the autumn wind.
Autumn comes early this year, but it is like a woman's swaying lotus steps, and the gorgeous yellow leaves can't 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. In this bleak and sad autumn, which is rendered by ancient poetry, how can such a warm color not make people feel excited? 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 is the beloved, with almond eyes and peach cheeks, eyebrows and lips, which means slender, smiling like spring, or he has eyebrows, drunken eyes and fluttering clothes, 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 as "light in muscle and weak in bone", which even made the plum blossom glow. 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 Tang Huangchao's poem "On Chrysanthemum" "The rustling west wind is planted all over the courtyard, and the cold butterfly is hard to come; "If I were in the year after tomorrow, I would like to report that the peach blossoms will bloom together, and I will stay in bloom on September 8; 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.
Wild geese fly through the autumn sky, and the night is in the middle.
It is crazy for the wind to return to the pond.
How many things did you have when you were an arrow?
Autumn moon, autumn night and long autumn day.
It's late at night and people can't sleep.
There are a few sparse stars outside the window. The bright moon is in the sky, but it is sad and cold. The bright moon can't dispel people's hatred. It is bound to penetrate the clouds and scatter the 10,000-point light on the lush treetops. The distant mountains are even more cold and boundless in the night, and the reluctant west wind inadvertently blows the vines that are green and dripping during the day by the hedge wall. 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?
6. With a happy mood, I embarked on a journey to find autumn.
Looking around, the trees on both sides of the road stood there neatly, like children in meditation, standing quietly on the side of the road. The slightly golden leaves swayed in the wind.
The sea water under the bridge also flows quietly and silently into the distance. Compared with people playing on the shore, it seems a bit lonely.
The car is still moving forward, and the autumn scenery comes into view. Like walking into a gallery, the endless scenery dazzled me. There are red, green, hungry, purple, yellow, and ... colorful and beautiful. Autumn is the harvest season, and pine trees are covered with pine cones.
After seeing the beautiful scenery, we arrived at our destination.
As soon as I entered the gate, the green flowers and trees all over the mountain attracted me, and I decided to set foot on the highland. Along the way, although I didn't feel the birds and flowers in summer, I also felt a little coolness, as if I felt autumn! The stone wall on the road cracked slightly, as if it had been blown by the autumn wind, and it was extremely dry. The stone wall is covered with brown plants. From a distance, it's like putting new clothes on a stone wall. Walking in, it is the creeper clinging to the stone wall. Although it has withered, Parthenocissus tricuspidata still looks strong and clings tightly to the stone wall. Some strong Parthenocissus are still full of vitality.
Looking down from the mountain road, everything is so quiet, swaying and swaying in the autumn wind.
Complex and noisy city, in this quiet season, can only feel a little leisure, a little happiness, a little sadness. What I get rid of is all the pressure and burden, and what I get is relaxation and freedom.
Although autumn in Xiamen is not easy to distinguish, I saw the tree under the green forest not far from there. It lay there quietly, without a moan, withering gradually, without any envious eyes. It fell into people's sight, so strong, so unrestrained.
By the way, the weeds on the roadside (I don't know if they are flowers or grass) are also covered with purple fruits, which are small, round and very cute.
Life, can have several such journeys, in this autumn wind, quietly and quietly spent.
The bleak autumn wind blows to me, cool, facing the wind direction, and the distant sea and sky are connected in a line, endless and vague. Without the play of birds, the world is still so quiet.
Perhaps, this is the truest appearance of autumn! Is this autumn? It seems different from what I expected. There are no declining scenery, and some are full of vitality. Although a little disappointed, I finally found autumn!
7. Write an autumn composition in 400 words. Autumn is here. In the fields and hillsides, there are bumper harvests everywhere: cotton is as white as snow, golden yellow, and heavy ears of grain nod frequently; Full-grain sorghum red is like fire.
The apples in the orchard are ripe. From a distance, they look like red lanterns. How beautiful they are! The autumn sky is as blue as the sea and seems to have been washed by autumn rain.
White clouds float slowly like a canoe sailing. Autumn is really cool! Autumn is not as vibrant as spring when flowers are in full bloom, but it is not as vibrant as summer when trees are shaded. But it attracts people with attractive autumn colors and golden fruits. I like watching the bright moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival evening. Love to see the beautiful autumn chrysanthemums in the park; Love to watch the uniform geese fly south; I prefer to see grains piled up in the granary and heavy apples hanging all over the branches.
In autumn, some bright flowers wither, but chrysanthemums bloom in the bright sunshine. Some are yellow, some are white, some are purple, some are like dragonflies, some are like fireworks, and some are like beautiful butterflies, graceful in the breeze.
Although the leaves are yellow, the pine and cypress are still so green. The maple leaves all over the mountains are red, as red as the sunset glow, as if challenging the cold autumn. It's really "frosty leaves are redder than February flowers."
In front of grandma's house is an orchard, and the dense branches and leaves of grapes spread around, just like setting up a green pavilion. The grape trellis is covered with clusters of grapes, red, green and green, with bright green, shining like pearls, in groups of five and three, head to head, face to face, as if whispering: "Young Master, welcome back, we all thought you had forgotten us."
I smiled and shook my head and said, "No, I haven't forgotten you!" " "The most coveted is the pear in Huang Chengcheng. Thin skin and sweet juice make people want to eat the next one.
A heavy persimmon, a crooked branch, kept nodding to me in the breeze, as if welcoming me. Next to the orchard is a paddy field, and fragrance wafts from a field in Huang Cancan.
The full ears of rice make the rice stalks stiff, as if thanking the earth for its kindness. A clear river flows slowly from grandma's house.
The love of Qingshan, which looks across the river, has brought my thoughts to far, far away places. Ah! Autumn can not only bring good news of harvest, but also give people the courage and strength to make progress.
8. In a blink of an eye, autumn came, summer went to Qiu Lai, and soon it was fruitful autumn. In this crisp autumn season, the sky seems particularly blue, the rain seems particularly cold, the air seems particularly fresh, and everything is so beautiful.
Get up in the morning, take a breath of air, and it will be refreshing all day. In the field, it looks like a "sea of gold" from a distance. He was so full that he hung his head shyly. Look over there, red sorghum dances in the wind, and the beautiful dance is intoxicating. There are persimmons, like small lanterns. They are soft when you pinch them. When you take a bite, the juice in the persimmon drops into your mouth, which is silky and sweet, as if it were melting in your mouth. Look, maple leaves are rustling on the ground. Although they fell from the tree to the ground, they played a song for us at the last moment of their lives. In autumn, there is another kind of flower that is unbeaten, that is, chrysanthemum, and its long petals are lovely. Although autumn is not as brilliant as spring flowers and green as Xia Shu, it is flawless, pure and irreplaceable.
Autumn, my favorite season, autumn, you are so beautiful, I love autumn chrysanthemums, autumn maple leaves, autumn everything, I love you, autumn!