Speaking of autumn, it is really a season that can make people think high. Not to mention the blue sky that suddenly became Gao Shuang, and the heavy harvest made people linger. Just knocking over the colorful trees on the palette makes people feel that autumn is really a beautiful season. You see, the autumn sky is so blue and so high, and there is no impurity in the blue, which makes people's hearts pure and quiet as water. The autumn wind, without the heat of summer, is slowly cool and refreshing. Autumn flowers are more gorgeous than summer flowers, and the beauty of life is fully displayed in colorful flowers.

Autumn is bright and colorful, and it can't be described by simple colors. Look at the golden rice fields, red sorghum, white cotton, green vegetable beds and colorful flowers, all with their own unique colors, drawing a heavy stroke for autumn. I like autumn, but I have to say that my heart aches for the color of autumn. The ancient poem describing autumn is: "The rain invades the urn and the new moss is green, and the autumn leaves are red." "Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke on the waves." The words Liao Liao are all autumn. Autumn really provides a topic for poets to sing.

Love autumn, not only because of its beauty, but also because it is the harvest season. Spring sowing in summer sowing, autumn is the time to test the results. In the countryside, farmers are busiest in autumn. Whether to hand in a blank sheet of paper will be revealed at this time. In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn. Nature always favors hardworking people. As long as you work hard, God will always give you the best harvest. Countless fruits are condensed with many expectant eyes, and golden harvest is full of many longings. In autumn, farmers' smiles are sweet and dreams are fragrant.

Natural autumn is charming because it condenses the essence of the world. Is the autumn of life so beautiful? Now that we have entered the autumn of life, looking back, we can't help but feel uneasy. Although it has also experienced spring sowing and summer sowing, in autumn, there is little joy for farmers. Is my season full of troubles, or am I lazy and failed to live up to the good times? Looking at those immature fruits in the shy bag, I really imagine the simple woman in the painting, smiling at autumn scenery and having a basket full of harvest.

"Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring." Don't grieve for autumn every autumn, but face everything with a philosophical attitude. Liu Yuxi's T can't help but enlighten people. Although the natural autumn means the end, the autumn of life is not just the end. Through the eager eyes of the peasant woman, I know that my life can actually start in autumn. Yes, since autumn, although we have missed a season, as long as we devote ourselves wholeheartedly and face it bravely, there will still be a fruitful autumn of our own.

Autumn.

The difference between early autumn and late autumn is that one is close to warm spring, and the other is accustomed to walking with winter.

Of the two, I prefer the latter. Late autumn is a barren meaning, but it contains another meaning.

Late autumn is a bleak season everywhere, with bleak leaves and pedestrians in a hurry, surrounded by noisy silence, which is addictive.

In late autumn, there is no helplessness and desolation in winter, and there is no deep cold in winter. What it brings is only a maverick style, changeable, which can be gloomy or bright and warm. Those tender and delicate little things seem willing to fall into the autumn cup, and then flow in every autumn day, silently, but lingering.

It is another autumn, and in every autumn day, I always find a unique feeling in my heart.

The high spirits of spring, the restlessness of summer and the quietness of winter all seem to converge in the blood of autumn. The books I read occasionally are mostly pictures of late autumn, and the world is yellow. Those dull paleness are surrounded by dazzling yellow, and they feel a kind of peace emanating from the bottom of my heart, just like the one they found at the beginning.

Those beautiful romances are like free autumn. Gentle and independent autumn wind kept blowing long black hair, and eyes kept scanning the surrounding scenery. Elegant voices on the leaves are the best accompaniment. Two hearts without impurities meet in a gorgeous moment, writing different stories, either happy or sad.

Autumn is a lonely season, which makes people suddenly feel that the world is an opposite square. When they go far away, they can't see the steps ahead. This season can only be described as quiet. All kinds of feelings are constantly intertwined, becoming silent or more difficult than before, and the most beautiful ones are silently hidden in the bottom of my heart.

Autumn belongs to the scenery of the past. I always feel so insignificant when I pass by. Only when I am far away, will I understand that this is the real beauty, and the real beauty will be appreciated after I lose it.

Those wrapped autumn days, once upon a time, with the temperature of a cup of coffee, were calm and warm, and also with an unexplained mellow, carefully slipped down my throat and swept into my heart. The ever-changing temperature of the heart becomes stable in this autumn season. It is always warm, just like someone's palm in memory.

Autumn, like a yellowed white shirt, has penetrated into the bottom of my heart. Although it is not eye-catching, it has a familiar fragrance.

Autumn. It is a tree beside the railway track, which has experienced a lot of wind and frost and contains a lot of beauty.

Autumn seems to be the most suitable word for quiet and far-reaching, quiet and silent, and many monologues are constantly communicated with the feeling of mutual affinity.

Accustomed to looking for that indifferent fragrance in the autumn air, smelling it deeply, let it stay in front of the gasp and become eternal.

In autumn, there is no burden in silence, but it floats gently and leaves silently. Only lingering memories are left.

Autumn is a cruel color, only black and white; Autumn is a colorful candy, leaving only greasy bitterness.

Chaney

On a crisp autumn morning, the blue sky is green and the sun rises happily in the east. In the sunshine, golden chrysanthemums are waving to me, and some are nodding to me. Canna in the garden dances like a princess.

After getting up, I looked out the back window and all the trees were covered with red lanterns. Oh! So the persimmon is ripe. I couldn't wait to pick one and taste it. Too sweet, sweeter than honey. I was walking on the road, and an attractive osmanthus fragrance came to my nose. Look, in the fields, large tracts of golden rice and corn in Huang Chengcheng are really enviable. Looking up, the birds are singing, as if singing autumn poems. The leaves are also yellow, and an autumn wind blows, and the leaves fall to the ground like flying butterflies. Pick up a piece and touch it, thinking of the poem "turning into spring mud to protect flowers more" Although it died, it gave birth to new life and laid a good fertile ground for the new grass in the coming year.

As time goes by, I can't help thinking that I have to go to school. He hurriedly picked up his schoolbag and ran to school. It's still early, let me enjoy the beautiful campus first! You see, although the grass is not as green as before, the yellow hay and green grass together are like a bright carpet, and the students are still chasing hip-hop on it!

The fountain in the garden also spews strange things like waterfalls, water columns and splashing water from time to time, which is very fun! At this time, the trees are all dry. It feels rough and breaks into several pieces from time to time. I only heard people say, "A year's plan lies in spring." I think it is "a plan lies in autumn." Because autumn is a mature season, a harvest season and a good season for people to enjoy all fruits.

There are many kinds of lovely autumn leaves and beautiful fruits in autumn. I love them. But I love this rich and beautiful autumn more.

Chaney

In the early morning of autumn, I sat casually under a small tree by the roadside. Under the autumn wind, the leaves are yellow, and a dignified heart. It's the third grade, the middle school career has passed more than half, and two years have flown by in a hurry. When washing your hands; When eating, in front of my eyes, one minute and one second, one day and one month, passed slowly and quickly. I tried, but in the end, there was only "but since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword". I'm at a loss. ...

It's almost dawn, and there is a sound in the nearby building. I saw someone walking through the Woods. Are you going to buy vegetables? Or go to work? All kinds of feet, all kinds of shoes What are they doing? They walk very fast. Come in a hurry, go in a hurry, compete with time? Fool, give up! Can you make it?

Suddenly, I saw a pair of thin and long legs, no, not legs, crutches. It came to me. It went into the Woods, and there were still yellow leaves below. I looked up along it, and it was a middle-aged man. He sat quietly on the bench with a thick stack of books in his hand and opened the book. His eyes, no, how is that possible? He has lost his legs. He has entered middle age. No, these are not his eyes. So determined, so confident, so natural and unrestrained, so comfortable, showing a firm belief in winning. He looked up and met my eyes. I was a little embarrassed, and I bowed my head and said uncomfortably, "I studied so early!" " He smiled: "Ha! You can't do without culture these days. At that time, we met the Cultural Revolution and missed a generation. No, I'm over forty this year. Fortunately, I still have time to study. I am now, but I have to hurry. It is also a race against time. I believe I can win. What about you, little friend? " "I ..." I became more and more embarrassed. "Only time is the fairest for people in the world, 24 hours a day per person, see if you can make full use of it. It is never too late to use it. For time, you can only catch up and can't wait! " I nodded hard.

Yes, facing the passage of time, what's the use of covering it with your hands? It just rushes away from the covered hand. "Don't wait for leisure, it's sad for nothing." I still have one year, we can still work hard, we can fight hard, we can race against time, I won't lose, I won't!

There is a trace of green in the yellow leaves under your feet.

I stood up and walked along the road where middle-aged people came to the Woods. I walked in a hurry, with a steely look and a belief in winning. ...

Chaney

Dark green trees and grass gradually withered, and most of the flowers that rushed to open withered. The birds singing with their throats have disappeared, and Grandfather Sun's red face has added a little gold. It turns out that autumn has come, and Miss Qiu has changed them.

In the morning, walking on the way to school, the poplars and grass under the trees on both sides of the road are light green, orange and golden, withered and still growing. There are golden poplars on both sides of the road. From a distance, there are asphalt roads and a transparent blue sky in the middle.

On the campus in the early morning of autumn, you can't see the flowers that used to rush to open, and you can't smell the flowers. The beauty of red, pink and white as snow in summer is gone forever. The only flower in full bloom is Jin Ju, which symbolizes autumn. It seems that all the flowers in autumn disdain to show their beautiful figures, and only Jin Ju is a loyal follower of autumn.

Reading in the morning, I can't hear the complicated voice of birds contending, and even the cicada that I hate most in summer is gone. In the past, all the voices that accompanied us to read seemed to disappear, but it also made the campus quiet and harmonious, and made us clear-headed.

In the morning exercise, the sun used to be red, but now it looks a little more golden and a little less crimson. Maybe it's because Grandpa Sun knows it's cold and wears a golden shirt, which looks so kind. It seems to remind us to wear more autumn clothes.

From ancient times to the present, there are many poems describing the green in spring and the white in winter, but I like this golden autumn as much as Jin Ju.

Chaney

"Oh, oh, oh-"the rooster crowed. I quickly got out of bed and pushed open the window. A breeze blew head on. How cool!

I finished my breakfast quickly, and then I went to school with my schoolbag on my back. On the way to school, the sun has risen, but the fog hangs over the earth like an incomparably wide gauze. Factories, houses and trees in the distance are bathed in fog. The TV antenna on the roof of the nearby farmhouse can only be seen vaguely. Suddenly, waves of beautiful birds were singing in the village. The windows of every house are full of dim light, and there are voices of opening doors and talking from time to time. Listen, the duckling in Uncle Liu's yard makes a "quack" sound. The leaves on the tree rustled. Ah! An autumn morning symphony is finished.

I was walking on the road, with heavy traffic and thin fog, and the surroundings became clear. The old woman took her basket and her little grandson to the market to buy food. Old people, sitting under the big tree, chatting. You see, in the park, the elderly over 60 are doing sports and practicing boxing, and their age over 60 has nothing to do with them; Lively and lovely children are playing in groups. When Miss Chen saw this in the park, she smiled sweetly and waved her brush to attract fresh air. In the morning, the girl left the park with a smile and came to the roadside. Many students walk on the way to school as easily as I do.