Harvest autumn composition 1 autumn girl came in wearing a golden coat, travel-stained. In the fields and Shan Ye, among the flowers in the orchard, autumn shuttles like a gust of wind, giving people a picture.
The fields are golden, a breeze blows, and the ears of grain roll like waves, as if dancing. The autumn wind sounds like a happy song, and farmers' faces are filled with happy smiles. Autumn gives people a picture of a bumper harvest.
Between mountains and rivers, a rustling autumn wind blew, and the green leaves gradually turned red. Oh, at first glance, the mountains are all red. As the saying goes, "The frost leaves are redder than the February flowers when you stop to sit in the maple forest late". What a pleasant scenery! The red leaves were blown by the autumn wind and floated down slowly, one piece, two pieces ... In a short time, the road was covered with a layer of leaves. Autumn gives a thriving picture.
In the orchard, the fruit trees are tall and straight, and a group of children are walking on the path of the orchard. The trees bear fruits: big and red apples, fragrant pears in Huang Chengcheng, and attractive clusters of purple grapes hanging on the vines, which are crystal clear. The orange tree also bears fruit. I only saw an orange like a small lantern, which made my mouth water. I can't help but want to try one. Fruitful orchards give off an attractive fragrance. Autumn gives a picture full of fruit fragrance.
Among the flowers, wild chrysanthemums are in full bloom, and you can see clusters of yellow from a distance, dazzling but not dazzling. These flowers are always so elegant, confident and persistent, and there is a faint loneliness in arrogance, which is quite Qiu Ren's character. At close range, wild chrysanthemums are ordinary and even a little shy, which is not the national beauty you want; When you leave, you can't help but miss and linger in your arms. This feeling is subtle and indescribable. Pale yellow flowers, dark green leaves, slender vines, still dressed the same. The wind blows, swaying, nodding slightly, or sideways, just like the wind swaying willows. Standing in an instant, I stood upright, cocked my head, with a little smile, and glanced at you from the corner of my eye. My temperament was excellent. Autumn gives people a picture of Iraq.
Ah! A bumper harvest painting, a thriving painting, a fruity painting and an Iraqi painting constitute a colorful autumn. This is a beautiful gift from Miss Qiu, which is fascinating.
The dream is so simple and confusing that her casual appearance brought me to the dream world. ...
Like a fairy tale, a full fruit hangs on a towering tree that looks like a Millennium, and the thinnest branch is as thick as an adult's arm. However, it bends slightly under the weight of this heavy fruit. Next to the tree is a hill covered with light green grass. Looking from the mountain, the golden wheat fields reflect the beautiful sunshine. ...
When I was intoxicated with everything, I was surprised to find that I was hung high on the branch and I became that huge and plump fruit! Standing on a tall branch, I feel inexplicably excited in the face of everything full of mystery and happy atmosphere of autumn harvest. A cool breeze blew on my face, making my heavy body swing like a pendulum on a branch. I can't help worrying whether the branches can bear my weight and whether my fruit base can continue to support my body.
I'm not afraid of falling. Because the land is still full of autumn harvest, perhaps, being close to the earth will make me realize the significance of autumn harvest more deeply.
At this moment, an idea suddenly flashed through my mind. A person's life is not just like the four seasons. People's childhood is like spring, and the rhythm is slightly gentle and slow. At that time, the rain was soft Mao Mao rain in Mao Mao, and the wind was wet and soft. Then, from youth to middle age, people entered the hot summer. It is full of exposure to the hot sun, and day by day's efforts seem to silently follow the temperature rise from early summer to midsummer. The rise of temperature is equivalent to the test and difficulty of life increasing. In this season, the wind is a violent storm, even a typhoon or hurricane; Rain, it's a downpour, which can drench you all over. This constant wind and rain is like setbacks all over the bumpy journey of life!
However, the wind and rain gave me mature bones and muscles; Sunshine and sunshine only gave me mature beauty; Wind, rain, light and heat make me bear full fruits in the autumn moon!
Only after the test of summer can you be warm, and the autumn is full of wheat fragrance ahead!
At this time, I woke up and walked out of the harvest autumn. I realize that I am now in a difficult summer, and exams are waiting for me again and again. I will go forward bravely, rush into the autumn of harvest and become that fruit again!
A harvest autumn, the good scenery of a year must be remembered, especially when it is orange, yellow and green. In a blink of an eye, Miss Qiu blew a cool breeze. In order to welcome the arrival of autumn girl, the leaves have also changed into colorful makeup. In the fields, the smell of harvest is everywhere.
In the orchard, the apple showed her red cheeks, like a shy girl in her prime; Pears in Huang Chengcheng are covered with branches. From a distance, they look like lanterns, as if they were having a big party. A string of purple grapes bent the grape rack, and the crystal clear grapes were like pearl agate, which made people drool; Pomegranate blushes and is more beautiful than persimmon. Pomegranate says its fruit can be eaten and enjoyed like a flower. More importantly, it has the function of clearing away heat and promoting digestion. Persimmons are not to be outdone, not only beautiful but also delicious, and can also be soaked in vinegar; The orange on the side was very unhappy. It said indignantly, there is nothing to show off! Not only am I delicious, but I also have a lot of juice. Can be made into fruit juice drinks, fruit platters, canned food suitable for all ages, and can be eaten all year round. Hearing this, the farmer's uncle narrowed his eyes with laughter: You are all my treasures. Looking at your bright smiling faces, I know that this year is another bumper harvest.
On the east side of the battlefield, who are those warriors with swords? On closer inspection, it turned out to be the corn brothers. I saw them in rows, in pairs, neatly lined up, all heroic, like a natural barrier of rice fields, defending their territory. In the field in the west, sorghum blushed and bent over with laughter. It turned out that the soybean next to him was telling a joke. When he spoke, he laughed so hard that his teeth almost fell out. Sesame saw it, clapped her hands, and accidentally caught the braid of the sweet potato sister next to her. Sweet potato sister cried out in pain. The green pigtails on the ground seem to put a green cotton-padded jacket on Mother Earth. Listen, someone is talking. Listen carefully. It turns out that mother peanut is educating her babies not to be naughty and playful, to absorb nutrients quickly, and to grow more meat before uncle farmer comes.
The fields in autumn are really beautiful. Where there is laughter, there is singing and dancing, and there is happiness. Play notes of harvest, play a happy chapter, and dedicate the most beautiful self to farmers' uncles. I love this harvest autumn!
Today, my parents took me home. Take a look at the autumn harvest.
When I got back to the mountain and got off the bus, I smelled the fragrance of the soil. I think this is the taste of mountains. Looking around, I found that the change was really great. The ground is covered with golden corn, and the walls are covered with red peppers. Everyone is holding sweet fruit in their hands and smiling at the harvest scene.
After having lunch at my uncle's house, we came to a field on the mountain. The field is full of peanuts. I bent down and pulled out one. I was surprised to find dozens of peanuts on this tree. Peanuts that have just been plucked are like chubby little dolls that haven't woken up yet. Really cute! So we harvested a lot of peanuts.
There is also a green plant in the field next to the peanut field. My mother asked me, "What is that?" When I saw it, it turned out to be a pepper field. Peppers are green, semi-green, semi-red and red. Red is like an angry little lion. It looks so hot at first sight. So, we harvested a lot of peppers.
At this time, my sister ran over and asked us to pick persimmons. We followed my sister along a path, crossed a pepper field and saw a tall persimmon tree. All the persimmons on the tree bent the tree. Looking at the red persimmon, I couldn't help drooling for three thousands of feet. I quickly picked a soft one and peeled it. I ate three at a time. How sweet! The delicious juice flowed to my chin, and I licked it to my heart. Just when I had an endless aftertaste, everyone had picked a lot of persimmons. When I went home, I also found a big melon. What an unexpected harvest! Everyone also gave us a lot of pumpkins. Looking at the beautiful scenery, I thought I was leaving. At this time, my heart is very unhappy.
After leaving here, we went to another place to buy tomatoes. When we arrived at someone's house, we found many tomatoes on the ground. When my parents go to pick tomatoes, I go to play with them. Looking at these red elves, I can't help laughing. I found the biggest one and the smallest one to compare. I was so happy when I saw the juice flowing under the skin of tomatoes and looked at their red flesh!
On my way home, I saw peanuts, pumpkins, persimmons and tomatoes. My heart is full of joy. Today, it is a bumper harvest!
On the second day of harvest, autumn composition 5 "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February." Whenever I read this poem, the beauty of autumn will come to my eyes.
The orchard is very lively, and the farmer's uncle is picking fruits nervously and orderly. The crack of pomegranate is like a little doll, and the mouth is cracked with laughter. Red apples are like a child's red face, strings of grapes are like crystal clear purple pearls, and big pears are like big gourds hanging from the treetops.
The scenery in the Woods is also beautiful. A breeze blew, and the leaves kept swinging, as if waving little hands at us. Several maple leaves are falling slowly, dancing like butterflies. From a distance, the fallen leaves on the ground are like a burning flame.
In the field, the ears of wheat are bent like handfuls of sickles. The long ear hairs on corn are like grandpa's beard. Some sweet potatoes are thin and fat at both ends, like an "8", and some are round and like a golden ball. Cotton seems to be white clouds. Red sorghum is like a drunk with a red face.
Look! The chrysanthemums in the garden are as red as fire, as yellow as gold, as white as snow and as pink as chardonnay ... They are even more charming against the green leaves. On the whole, it looks like a flowered carpet. Pink chrysanthemums hold their heads high, and the petals like bean sprouts are tightly clustered together. From a distance, it looks like a furry ball sitting with a big family to discuss something. Look there again, clusters of chrysanthemums are piled together, listening to teacher Qiu Feng telling them stories! Look at them, one by one, sitting upright with their heads held high and their chests held out. They all want to be praised by Mr Qiu Feng! The beautiful chrysanthemum powder gives off an attractive fragrance, and everyone has to bend down to smell it when they get here, as if they have absorbed enough oxygen. When they stand up, they feel relaxed and refreshed, and they look energetic when they walk. Grandpa Chen Yi once wrote a poem praising Qiuju: Qiuju can make Ao Shuang, and the wind and frost are extremely bad. This property is cold-resistant. What can I do if it is weathered? Indeed, although chrysanthemum is not as elegant as peony, as delicate as Chinese rose and as noble and elegant as lily, her Ao Shuang spirit is really lovely.
Autumn is so beautiful! As a poem says, "Be sure to remember the good scenery of a year, especially when it is orange, yellow and green."
Autumn harvest, composition the next day 6 golden October, is a harvest season. Today, the teacher will take us to see the harvested fields.
Early in the morning, we set off happily. I am looking forward to going to the countryside and fields. As a child growing up in the city, I thought all the way: the countryside must be beautiful! Is the harvest field golden? Can you pick corn in the field with your friends?
Here we are! Here we are! We finally reached our destination. The children in the village waiting for us at the entrance of the village immediately greeted us and enthusiastically stuffed the fresh apples, pomegranates and pears they had just picked from the fruit trees into our hands. I took a bite of the red apple. How sweet!
As soon as I entered the village, I saw the busy scene of people harvesting: some people were busy loading golden corn into the car, some people were drying the harvested grain on the roof, and some people were harvesting rice in the distant fields ... Everyone was a little busy and sweaty, but the joy of harvest filled everyone's face with a happy smile. At this time, the hen also brought her children to join in the fun. They are eating corn kernels scattered on the ground and cooing, as if to say, "Harvest! Harvest! "
At this moment, I saw a girl with big eyes and a ponytail picking fruit in the orchard with a basket. We really want her to take us with us. She smiled and readily agreed. As we walked along, she told us that her name was Xiaoying. I asked, "Xiaoying Xiaoying, did you have a good harvest this year?" "Oh, this year's harvest is very good!" Xiaoying answered me with a strong Henan dialect with a smile. I think not only Xiaoying is happy, but also her parents must be happier. It's another bumper harvest year, so we should celebrate!
Soon we arrived at the orchard. The trees were covered with red apples, pears from Huang Chengcheng, candied dates like red agate, and ripe persimmons were covered with branches, like little red lanterns. Not far away are green vegetable gardens and golden corn fields. There are bags of corn, baskets of persimmons and baskets of red dates harvested by the roadside, waiting for the owner to load them and transport them to the city!
How time flies! It is really time for us to go. Xiaoying knew that I was leaving soon, so she quickly wrapped me a bag of fruit. She helped us get on the bus, and I reluctantly gave her a hand.
What a beautiful harvesting field! The scene of a bumper harvest is really unforgettable!
Autumn is like a golden key, which opens the door to a bumper harvest. You see, the mountains and plains are all golden, like golden carpets.
This is a small farmhouse, and a chicken in white is leisurely foraging at the gate. The yard is golden yellow, and the corn in Huang Chengcheng is piled like a small golden hill. Old people string corn into strings and hang them on walls, columns and wooden frames. The air is filled with the smell of corn, and there are many corn with skin on the ground. The family is busy peeling corn. Corn cob is like a timid doll, wrapped in a small quilt and sleeping sweetly. In order to let every golden corn dry as soon as possible, the family is busy peeling off the coat of corn to reveal neatly arranged golden corn kernels. Just like golden beans, they are particularly attractive under the sunlight. Suddenly, the kitten jumped out of nowhere, ran over and jumped into a pile of freshly peeled corn kernels, and could not come out of the corn pile for a long time. The yard is full of laughter, enjoying the joy of harvest. The women put the peeled corn kernels on the concrete floor to cool, so that the whole yard is full of corn kernels, as many as the stars in the sky. And the sun is like a fireball, giving off heat to the earth. The young man also carried a few blue-skinned corn kernels on his back, climbed to the roof carefully on the ladder, carefully scattered his corn kernels on the roof, and the corn kernels began to bask in the sun. They also said to the corn kernels below, "Look at me." You see those children are also happily helping, but he is too young. He walked with a freshly peeled blue corn kernel, which inevitably attracted a group of lovely pigeons outside to peck at the corn kernel. In the sky, beautiful birds are singing. They seem to say, "Autumn is here, and the corn is ripe!
I am so happy! Looking at the vegetable garden behind the farmhouse yard is also a bumper harvest scene. Lush and tender vegetables cover the border fields tightly, tomatoes snore, and even eggplant girls wear purple clothes, which is really lovable. There is a string of beans on the shelf. Chili is as red as charcoal, carrots are exposed in the ground, Chinese cabbage is like a fat doll, and cucumbers are so green that they will drip. Crowds of bees are singing a ditty in a low voice and dancing for butterflies on golden cauliflower.
How colorful autumn is!
How glorious you are!
How noble you are!
You are not only a beautiful season, but also a harvest season. I want to thank autumn, because autumn brings us food and fills the world with beauty.
Autumn, the second day of harvest, composition 8 Autumn hides behind summer and comes quietly. It is neatly dressed, and the cat sits in the corner with a sly smile. I thought people wouldn't find it, but I left its footprints everywhere.
When you step into the orchard in autumn, the garden becomes full of vitality. Peach trees meet each other halfway, bearing large or small, fat or thin fruits, or hidden or appearing under green and yellow leaves. Peaches kissed by the sun, some skins turned dark red, and some even turned purple-brown. There is no doubt that they are mature enough to make people want to take a big bite.
"Dad, big peach!" Looking up along the sound, I saw a full and juicy peach on the top of the peach tree with a dark yellow skin. In the sun, peaches are translucent, and even the peach pit can be seen. Full peach juice will burst through the peach skin and gush out. "dad! I want to eat big peaches! I want big peaches! " The child's father frowned slightly, looked down at his child again, opened his mouth but said nothing but nodded viciously. He tried to move the ladder, but he couldn't reach it; Grab enough bamboo poles and gently shake the trunk ... but it won't work. I had to bite the bullet, put my hands on the branches and climb up a little. Fortunately, the trunk of the tree is short, and the father of the child climbed up the trunk without much effort and waved to the child under the tree. Instead of continuing to climb, he looked up at the end of the branch and stepped on it with his toe. He seems to be well prepared, but the weather is not beautiful. Like in Journey to the West, every time Pig Bajie goes to Gaolaozhuang to rob his wife, it is a sudden gust of wind. Peach trees, which are not stout, and peaches full of trees, the father of the child, are swaying in the air, as if there is another ginseng doll on the peach tree. I thought father would stop picking peaches. But he bent down his knees, grabbed the hand of the branch next to him, and moved inch by inch along the branch, and his whole body was slowly contracting. Then use your hands and feet to open the original folded body inch by inch. In and out, the father's body has been completely spread out on that twig. It's windy again The father of the child who just wanted to catch his breath clasped the branches with his hands, and his legs staggered left and right, like two pliers to hoop his body back and forth on the branches. That clumsy posture is like a caterpillar. Uncle, give you a pole and try again. After some tossing, the child finally got a juicy peach. Looking at the back of the father and son walking hand in hand, the familiar picture flashed: in the middle of the night, my parents held me in the emergency room, and my head was broken; Dad queued up to register in the cold wind; During the holiday, my mother took me to enjoy the mountains and rivers of the motherland. ...
Thinking of this, I seem to have eaten that juicy and loving peach. ...
Some people like spring with a hundred flowers, some people like sunny summer, some people like snowy winter, but I like autumn with fresh air and good harvest. Autumn is not like the fierceness of summer, the ruthlessness of winter and the mystery of spring, but full of hope and joy. We often admire the warmth of spring, the vitality of winter and the passion of summer, but sometimes we forget the most touching thing-autumn. 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.
The ground is covered with a layer of autumn rot, and the leaves gradually turn yellow, and it is not time for the fallen leaves to fly. When a fallen leaf falls from the tree, it flies in the air like a butterfly full of spirit. Autumn is coming. Autumn is so beautiful, the autumn wind blows slightly on the Buddha, making a small sound, like a little girl playing the piano and playing beautiful music for us. Autumn is always a cup of tea, you can't understand it. Autumn is always an unfinished movement. The next notes are thought-provoking, arouse you and touch the most subtle complex in your heart.
Autumn has come, the leaves on the tree are yellow, and the yellow leaves rest on the tree like birds; Leaves fall in the air like birds, and leaves fall to the ground sparsely like sleeping; There are also pieces that fall to the ground, just like putting a new golden coat on the earth.
In autumn, the rice in the field is Huang Chengcheng. When the rice is ripe, it is golden yellow, light yellow, golden yellow and dark yellow all over the field, far and near, deep and shallow. A gust of autumn wind blew, rice waves rolled, one after another, and layers of golden waves rippled. Not far away, the farmer's uncle is rushing to harvest, and behind him, bundles of rice ears are neatly arranged in piles, like a golden ocean. The sky is blue, like an endless sea. This time is a day that the farmer's uncle has been looking forward to for a long time. This is a bumper harvest day for farmers' uncles. The farmer's uncle will definitely bring a sickle to harvest rice. This joy is beyond words. At this time, the fruit is ripe. Looking at these fruits, my heart and mouth will definitely drool. The orchard is a fruitful scene. Apple trees, persimmon trees and pear trees are full of fruits. I won't let you if you don't let me. Look, the apple shows its red cheeks; Red lanterns are hung on persimmon trees; Pear Huang Chengcheng hung heavily on the branch as if to crush it; Glittering and mellow grapes, like purple pearls, hang on the grape rack, making people drool. ...
Autumn is the harvest season, which gives people hope! I love the autumn harvest!
10 in the early morning, I opened my eyes, and the twittering birds had stood on the branches and began to sing. The soft morning breeze brought me a fragrance, then a rustling sound, and curiosity took me out of the door.
I rubbed my eyes, and the blurred world was gradually defeated by clarity. I saw a pile of corn, golden yellow. My hen ran over and ate the corn that fell to the ground. "Yao Yao, it's your turn." I walked a few steps, and saw my grandma coming down to plant corn. Besides, some corn is already on the roof. My brother and father peeled corn kernels next to my grandmother, and grandpa put the peeled corn kernels on the concrete floor to cool. In this way, these corn kernels are basking in the sun and look quite proud. Suddenly, the kitten jumped out of nowhere, ran over and jumped into a pile of freshly peeled corn kernels, laughing so hard that I couldn't stand up: this troublemaker couldn't even get out of the corn pile himself.
At noon, the yard is full of corn, as many as the stars in the sky. The sun is like a fireball, giving off heat to the earth. Grandma, brother and father have moved under the eaves, so have we. Only the arrogant cat jumped about in the cornfield. Then grandpa took a piece of wood and made it look like a rake of Pig Bajie. He put it in the corn to make the corn grains more uniform and completely dry. And the corn hanging on the roof is the same.
However, where did you get so much corn? In the afternoon, Dad and Grandpa are going to harvest corn again. When they pushed the shelf on the road, I followed. Go down, cross the road, walk a little to the right along the road, and then turn left. The land here is really big, standing on the river dam behind, which is tens of square meters. Look at the corn, there are only a dozen tricks left. There are corn stalks everywhere, which are left after the corn stalks are cut off.
When we got home, it was late and we all slept. The wind gently stroked the branches, and the quiet of the small mountain village after a noisy day was restored, and the smell of autumn harvest was everywhere.