Last year 1 1 month, my parents and I went back to my hometown in Shandong to visit relatives.
On the way, I looked out through the window, and large areas of sorghum danced in the wind; Sunflowers face the sun, grinning; Full cotton is like white clouds in the sky that day ... farmers' uncles are laughing and laughing, birds are constantly crowing, and there is a harvest scene.
"Hey, what's that?" Looking at the crops that are one person tall, I asked. "That's corn." Dad replied. Corn grows very tall, with big leaves and long beards. Some are blue, like a young man, and some are brown, like an old man. They stood in a row and saluted us. Although I have eaten corn, I don't know how they grow. Just then, menstruation came out to meet us. Dad suggested, "Anyway, we are idle when we come. It is better to help pick corn. " So we started to cooperate.
"Grab the stalk of the corn first, and then break the corn." I got up step by step as my father said. Fully mature corn is easy to pick, and it will be broken as soon as you break it, but immature corn cannot be broken. I picked up a basket and walked to the first "target" I aimed at-a big full-grown corn. I did as my father said, and I broke off the first corn very easily, feeling flattered. I thought, "It's not that hard to break corn!" So I went to the second "target". I grabbed its stem with one hand and the corn with the other, and broke it hard. "Hey, why didn't you come down?" I kept pushing, but the corn still didn't move, as if laughing at me. I called my father to ask him for help, but my father said, "This corn is not ripe, the blue corn is not ripe, and the yellow corn with black spots is ripe." After listening to my father's words, I began to move towards the familiar "goal".
Ten minutes passed, twenty minutes passed ... and an hour passed in a blink of an eye. We were so tired that we were sweating profusely. Looking at several baskets full of corn in front of the door, we feel very fulfilled. We are going to give them to grandma. At this time, I found a lot of little red pimples on my arm, which was very itchy. It turns out that my panel is too tender, and the leaves of corn are covered with small thorns, which are produced after rubbing against each other.
Through this picking, I not only broadened my horizons and increased my knowledge, but also let me know how to cherish the hard work of farmers' uncles. At the same time, it also inspired me to study harder, learn scientific knowledge well, build a machine that is convenient for picking crops, reduce the burden on farmers' uncles and benefit mankind.
Dongyang's Autumn Composition 750: Beautiful Autumn [400 words] Zhang Yiwen
Autumn comes to this world quietly with golden color and light footsteps.
Walking into the park, a burst of flowers came at me, looking for it. It turns out that sweet-scented osmanthus blooms, and white sweet-scented osmanthus is like a little star in the sky, beautifully dotted on the branches.
Walking into the orchard, apples are like red lanterns; A banana Huang Chengcheng; Pomegranate grinned with laughter; Oranges are on the branches. You squeeze me and touch me ...
Walking into the field, the sea like sorghum holds a torch, and the endless soybeans ring copper bells; In the paddy field, a piece of rice in Huang Chengcheng turned up with the autumn wind. In the green vegetable field, the full leaves are shining with crystal dew. ...
Walking into the forest, the forest is like wearing camouflage clothes, and ginkgo trees have yellow leaves, just like handfuls of small fans; Maple leaves drop a few red leaves, just like stamps; And evergreen pine and cypress ... look, how charming the autumn scenery is!
Autumn is the harvest season, because in autumn, many fruits and vegetables are ripe; Autumn is a cool season, because it is not as hot as summer, nor as cold as winter, and an autumn wind blows, which makes people feel relaxed and happy; Autumn is a beautiful season, because in autumn, some flowers bloom, leaves fall like butterflies, some turn yellow, others turn red … everything becomes colorful.
There was once a poet who described autumn like this: "When it is orange, yellow and green, you must remember it."
I like autumn because it symbolizes maturity and beauty.
Chapter II: Fields in Autumn [400 words]
Seeing this photo of autumn harvest, I can't help but blend into the autumn fields.
I remember that autumn, my father and I went to a field together, and we talked and laughed along the way. Soon, a field appeared before me.
In the distance, a string of fragrant and delicious grapes hung crystal clear on a vine. What a string of pearls! Suddenly, I saw another tree, but it was vague. I asked my father, "What kind of tree is this?" Dad smiled and answered me, "It's a pomegranate tree." When I saw it, the seeds in it looked like a little doll, and the pomegranate was broken in one place. It feels like a doll pushed the door open. There are some colorful flowers under the tree, red like fire and red like chardonnay ... Wild flowers also fragrant the narrow path in the field, and all the cattle and sheep are strong and strong, and several children play carefree and freely under the tree.
In the field, a large area of rice is ripe, golden, like gold, and like a golden carpet, giving the field a lot of vitality. The corn held the red tassel and forgot the troubles of a summer. Sorghum is red, like a smile, and like a wine song brewing in my heart.
Autumn wind is like a barber, keeping the fields in order; Qiu Guang, like shining sweat, is full of vigor and vitality, shining in the fields. Autumn is the continuous command of autumn wind, which blows away summer. Autumn wind may not blow away Grandpa Xia, but you can also use a fan or an electric fan.
In autumn, the relaxed and free autumn wind strikes, and the bright sunshine shines overhead. Pick up a yellow leaf and treasure it quietly. Autumn will always smile at us.
We reluctantly left the autumn fields, but our hearts are still in the fields.
Chapter III: Autumn [400 words]
Some people like vibrant spring, some people like passionate summer, some people like snowy winter, but I like fruitful autumn.
Miss Qiu first walked into the orchard. Look! The apple doll is shy and blushes like a little red lantern. Persimmon brothers hung high on the branches, all vying to see the beautiful scenery in the distance. You push me, I push, it's all sweat. The farmer's uncle held the red jujube doll in his hand, flushed and smiling, thinking: my efforts have not been in vain, and I will definitely sell it at a good price this year!
Then, Miss Qiu came to the vegetable garden again. With a wave of her sleeve, the vegetable garden became lively! Look! Mr. eggplant is wearing a purple skirt and a small purple hat, hanging on the leaves and sleeping leisurely! Over there, the pepper sisters are fighting for this beautiful woman! Some of them are wearing red skirts, dancing beautifully, and some are wearing green skirts, turning and turning, very proud! Miss cucumber is wearing a long green dress and a yellow flower on her head! Like dancing.
Then Miss Ran Qiu came to the stadium again. She took a breath and the field changed. Rice bowed their heads to each other as if whispering to each other. Maybe it would be nice to say autumn again! Looking around, the cotton girl is dancing here in a white gauze skirt! Corn dragged down its green coat and was hung under the eaves by farmers' uncles, basking in the sun like firecrackers!
Chapter IV: Leaves in Autumn [400 words]
The blue sky in late autumn is spotless and crystal clear.
Along the winding stone road, into the autumn Woods, the leaves show gorgeous colors.
Look! The silver aaaaaaaaaaaaa apricot leaves beside the pavilion are mostly covered with yellow coats, like handfuls of small fans, fanning with hot air; It is like a stamp, telling everyone that autumn is coming.
I picked up a plane tree leaf from the ground. The wide leaf curled around because of water loss and turned golden yellow, not as green and flat as spring. The fallen leaves under the tree are like a yellow carpet on the ground. The buttonwood leaves on the tree shine on the branches like golden crowns.
I like maple leaves like fire best. From a distance, they are like flaming fireworks. It looks like a little red palm at close range. Maple leaves sway gently in the wind as if waving goodbye to people.
If swallows are messengers of spring, then fallen leaves are messengers of autumn. As soon as autumn comes, the leaves have completed their mission, falling silently and returning to the embrace of the earth.
The ground is covered with dead leaves, thick and soft, and it creaks when you step on it. Ye Er didn't want to be trampled underfoot. Under teacher Qiu's "command", they playfully circled around me, climbed onto my shoulder, kissed my cheek and flew over my head. Under the autumn sunshine, they spin and dance lightly, flying like butterflies, flying like birds and scattering flowers like goddesses. ...
I love autumn, and I love autumn leaves even more!
In autumn, the streamer of Nanshan's autumn composition eroded the memory, and the years blurred the tears. The maple leaves in the street whirled in the air and fell to the ground, leaving only an imperceptible shadow in the air. It is autumn, people are busy welcoming the harvest, and the scattered maple leaves only turn into shallow sighs.
Autumn is red. I was born in autumn. When I opened my eyes and saw the light, I was wrapped in swaddling clothes and full of freshness to the unknown. When I was born, I cried loudly and witnessed a new life. A pair of weak and warm hands hold me in my arms, and a pair of eyes look at me, full of love and hope. I am a new life, full of vitality, and the maple leaves outside the window have grown.
Autumn is blue. This is my fifth year in this world. My parents are always busy. It's often just me and my grandparents at home. My grandmother always tells me stories that I don't understand. I just shook my body and wanted to run to grandpa. I am always careless, and I will throw myself on the ground. I don't know whether I am too stupid or too careless. My grandfather will laugh at me. I remember I would pout. When he squatted down and hugged me, I would put aside those vicissitudes. Take the opportunity to pull his beard, thick but pale beard, and then run away quickly and play childish games with grandpa. Every time he catches me, he will hold me in his arms and let me sink warmly. The maple leaf hasn't fallen yet, and I don't know how to compose reassuring dance music in the air. Autumn is blue, representing warmth and weakness.
Autumn is gray. Grandpa's face turned pale, maple leaves fell at the last minute, but hundreds of people were crying quietly. Grandpa's face was always fixed in a gray frame. I'm not feeling well and it's not fun. In the whole big house, it's just me and my quiet grandmother, autumn wind and autumn wind. Can you dispel some of my thoughts about my grandfather? My uneasiness in my sleep? I always dream of that figure when I sleep. I can only keep calling. In my dream, there is a maple tree and a small pond. There are some maple leaves floating in Koikegami, but the fragrance is different, but they have fallen into the mud. I used to learn from my grandfather's appearance, scattering broken rice in front of the door and watching birds flying in the distance. I stood quietly not far away to enjoy tea, but my heart was not as good as my grandfather's. Autumn is gray, representing melancholy and results.
Time flies, time flies, and the sound of years sliding is like a melodious serenade on Fan Aling. Flowers of various colors bloom every autumn. Those trodden footprints are like walking barefoot on the beach. For many days, the tide overflowed your feet, and after retreating, there was no trace.
There are all kinds of colors in autumn, all of which are good, but in the fragrant dream, they turn into shallow shadows, and a touch of autumn tenderness appears in the bottom of my heart, and autumn colors also condense into faint feelings, which fall into the hazy look back and become the last disappearance of candles.
The earliest bridge in Liuyang's 600-word autumn composition is the small bridge.
? Hometown should also be regarded as a water town. There are many winding ditches and many natural bridges around the village.
? The ditch in my hometown is not wide, just a dozen meters. The bridge over the ditch is simple. They are often the two piers below and several long and wide stone slabs above. These slates are not closely arranged, and there is usually a big gap between them. However, this kind of bridge is relatively stable. Although there is no bridge fence, I am not afraid to stand on the bridge and watch the water flow under it because the ditch is very narrow and the water is not very deep. This Zhong Shiqiao has been called a decent bridge in my childhood hometown. They are all built on the important roads leading to the outside from my hometown, and they have to bear people running over animals. Although the stone bridge looks rough, it can withstand the wind and rain of time. Few people in the small village know when these bridges were built. Most of the stories about these bridges are rumors that they accidentally slipped off the bridges. Although the long history of this bridge has never been mentioned, it can be imagined in retrospect, because the thick slate on the bridge deck has been worn out, and the corners of the stone that should have been square have disappeared, becoming round and becoming hieroglyphics of the history of the stone bridge. The narrow pore between two stones is due to long-term rain and snow erosion!
? On some rural roads, bridges built with wooden stakes and branches connect the banks of ditches. These bridges are temporary and don't need to spend too much manpower and financial resources, but they are also difficult to last. Generally speaking, villagers find it inconvenient to walk to the ditch and have to wade across the river or take a long detour. If it's ok to wade in summer, it's hard to wade in other seasons, and it's even harder to wade with heavy loads; If you go around, the road will be too far, because the ditch is usually very long, which will waste a lot of time. So some villagers spontaneously organized themselves and agreed to cut some branches, make thick bridge piles and pave the bridge deck with thin ones. The branches on the bridge deck are paved very thick. After paving, lay a thicker layer of soil on them, and step on them to build the bridge. It is very convenient for people to walk steadily on this small bridge. They don't have to trek or walk far anymore. They will like this temporary bridge and be grateful to the people who built it. It's just that the material of this small bridge is too thin, or maybe it's just that an ox cart accidentally walks across the bridge, and the bridge will be deformed. If it rains heavily, the soil on the bridge will be taken away by the rain, and the bridge will show its skeleton. After the rain, an industrious villager will mend the skin on the bridge again. However, Xiao Qiao's life is still too short. Maybe a year later, it will only have some traces left, and it can no longer undertake its previous mission.
? On the narrow road where some people seldom walk, you can occasionally see a wooden bridge by the ditch. A piece of wood lies alone on the surface of the water, watching the water below every day, waiting for someone to climb over. The wooden bridge is always scary. Walking on this bridge always makes them feel scared and powerless, but in order not to wade and bypass, they can only take risks. I remember when I first walked on the wooden bridge when I was a child, I was so scared that I rolled and crawled with my hands and feet. When I crossed the bridge, I was sweating all over. Although it is only a single bridge, it has undertaken the mission of the bridge and shortened the road, but now such a bridge has disappeared and can no longer be seen!
Autumn Composition of Yueyang 400 Words Autumn is coming. In the field, corn bends heavily and waves to it. Autumn has come, and sorghum smiles at it; Autumn has come, the ears of rice are ripe and the fields are decorated with gold. Autumn fields are like gold, autumn is a mature season, and autumn is a harvest season.
In the orchard in autumn, all kinds of fruits are covered with branches. Look at those red apples. They are blushing, like shy little girls, hiding behind green leaves and refusing to come out. Grapes, dressed in purple, are hung on the grape racks in strings, as if whispering. There are pears in Huang Chengcheng and mature pomegranates, grinning at you. Autumn is the season of maturity, and autumn is the season of melon and fruit fragrance.
In the autumn garden, the fragrance of osmanthus is scattered around with the autumn wind, and all kinds of chrysanthemums are in full bloom, which makes the garden particularly beautiful.
In the autumn forest, maple leaves are as red as fire. A gust of autumn wind blew, and several maple leaves whirled down from the tree. I picked up a maple leaf from the ground and took it home, sandwiched in a book. I wonder: Is the maple leaf as red every autumn?
I looked up at the blue sky and white clouds. Autumn is crisp, autumn is coming, autumn is really coming, autumn is really beautiful!
Deyang autumn composition is 600 words. 1. Be free and have nothing to read Mirror Lake.
In the morning, I climbed to the top of the teaching building and looked into the distance. I saw a silvery white belt with a faint fog.
Son, has been extended to the end of the field of vision. On the other side of the river, it's all white, only a few.
A bird is frolicking in the clouds. They sometimes whisper to each other; Sometimes catch up;
Sometimes the toes are a little watery; Sometimes I spread my wings in the air ... the buildings on both sides are looming in the fog.
If there is. At this point, the sky and the water have become one, as if water is the sky, and the sky is the water, which can no longer be separated.
I'm not coming out. The fog is floating gently, and the whole Deyang has only a hazy outline in the faint fog.
Like heaven.
After a while, the light fog dispersed; The whole picture is clearly displayed in front of us. Only a few.
The fishing boat has stopped on the shore, just like a ship in Venice. Every household, old and young.
When I was young, everyone came to the river for a walk, with a sense of leisure and a quiet life.
And comfort. A gust of wind blew, and a few leaves swirled and lay leisurely on the ground.
In this field, I am, drunk.
Second, I cross the street occasionally.
Autumn in Deyang is not as late as spring. It always comes so quickly that people are caught off guard.
Better, the first day is full of strong sunshine, and the next day is bleak autumn wind. "Persistent fear of autumn"
The feeling of "holiday arrival" arises spontaneously. There are very few people in the street, and they are in a hurry.
Love seems to be frozen by the cold, and my hands tightly hold the autumn shirt wrapped around me. Many store
Shops are also semi-closed to resist the cold wind from bad weather. Even birds flying at noon
Son, I haven't seen him at this time. I think I'm hiding in my nest. Trees on both sides of the road
It is an enlightening Oracle character, which makes people feel a little cold and yellow.
The leaves were blown away by the wind, and I don't know where they went. Seeing such a gloomy scene.
It seems that I can't help speeding up my steps.
Third, walk around the campus.
The same wind and autumn, the campus of Deyang No.5 Middle School is a different scene. behaviour
On the court. Many students are running, jumping and doing all kinds of exercises ... everyone is very enthusiastic.
Full, sweaty, vowed to fight the autumn wind to the end. Sweat soaked the clothes in the cold.
Shivering in the autumn wind, never giving up. In the classroom, the students listened attentively and enthusiastically.
Answer questions and take an active part in activities. Autumn wind fills the teacher and stirs everyone's hair.
No one was distracted. On the campus path, the yellow path is paved for the students.
Open it, among them, there is the sound of reading and all kinds of laughter ... for a long time.
Around the ears, it drives away the cold in autumn and brings the warmth in spring.
Night, deep. Pale yellow light reflected on the leaves, leaving mottled shadows, like
Is to coat the earth with gold. One after another, the figure walks away from the autumn melody, that is, the students.
! They are still absorbed in their studies. Yes, I am a middle school student. I want to work hard.
Win glory in the fifth game. Although autumn is cold, students' enthusiasm can make autumn warm. Autumn is evil, but
Students' aspirations can overshadow the harsh environment. There is nothing that students in No.5 Middle School can't beat.
Difficult!
Autumn comes and goes in a hurry, while autumn in Deyang goes very slowly. I think, maybe, it's
I want to leave more footprints in the world. We must follow the footsteps of autumn,
Step by step, but also constantly overcome difficulties, bravely climb up, window
Autumn composition in Shenyang 1000 My hometown Shenyang is a beautiful and prosperous metropolis. The four seasons of the year are spring, summer, autumn and winter. Because Shenyang is located in the northeast of China. The cold in winter brings us natural scenery in the north. I like winter best. Winter always comes with wings. It brings us new hope. Winter comes with wings and brings beautiful scenery. It has no flowers and birds in spring, no enthusiasm in summer and no harvest fruit in autumn. Winter just silently brings people bursts of laughter. The cold wind roared, snowflakes fell one after another, and the earth became a world of powder jade. Some snowflakes, like brown, fall on the tiles; Some like silver gray, so they fall to the ground; Some of them fell on my flowered clothes and turned into crystal dew, which was very nice! Those snowflakes look like small flowers made of white fluff. When the wind blows, jade-like snow flies like a butterfly. Everything is so charming. In the field, a piece of silvery white covered the wheat seedlings with a thick snow quilt. You see "Brother Mai Miao" sleeps very comfortably, just like a child lying in his mother's arms and entering a sweet dream. There was a silvery laughter on campus. It turned out that the partners were making snowmen in the playground to play. Look at their skillful movements. They will soon make a big snowman. But without a nose, a clever little boy picked up a piece of wood and finally solved the problem. Then, they sang songs around the snowman, and other companions were throwing snowballs. Snowballs in the air come and go to form white ribbons, and laughter echoes in the campus. Winter brings pure beauty to the earth and endless fun to crops. I love the white and flawless winter, and I love my hometown-Shenyang!
The biting cold wind blew away the joy of people's harvest, and the heavy snow covered all the noise and sunny mood at the same time. In the cold wind, the topic of "hate winter" spread all over the city with the wind as the carrier, and winter also reached my ears, but winter is not sad, she is still so calm and natural, and she knows that time goes by and her children will come soon in spring.
Winter in the story is like a behind-the-scenes worker in real life, or a person who plays a "villain" on the stage. They are willing to suffer. As long as the performance goes well, they will think that sweat is dew; No matter how the director demonizes the negative characters, he thinks it is his responsibility to successfully contrast the positive characters. After the scenery, people often remember which actor performed well on the stage, but who can tell the master plan of the party; At the end of the film, people talked about the touching scene of the hero saving the United States, but who cares how many injuries the bad guys suffered because of shooting the beating incident?
It is true that the focus of the party is the performance of real stars, and the selling point of the film is really the hero's character. After watching and laughing, don't forget to bring the cast behind the scenes. Only in this way, those "winters" will be very moved.
If winter comes, can spring be far behind? The philosophy contained in simple words has inspired generation after generation, but I always feel that this is a bit unfair to winter, giving people the feeling that they are advising you: stay up for another two days! Think of the warm spring in bloom, this damn winter is not so hard to endure!
But do you know that sowing in spring will be smooth without heavy snow? If there is no ice in winter, will the soil be wet in spring? Without the tempering of severe winter, will the footsteps of Miss Chun be so healthy and firm? It is true that winter is the mother of spring. Therefore, I want to pirate an old man Shelley's sentence: Without the arrival of winter, there will be no beautiful approach of spring. Winter is a great mother.