Autumn girl came quietly with her light steps. A miracle happened when she threw it left and right. The fields and orchards were enchanted and changed by autumn.
I walk in the field, looking out, ah! There is a harvest everywhere. Sorghum is like a flaming fire, corn is holding up red tassels like guards to protect crops, cotton is white and white, like white clouds in the sky, the head of rice is lowered heavily, as if to salute in autumn, the soybean is shaking the pods, sending out a loud & lsquo; laughter & rsquo;, it's really & lsquo; the soybean rings thousands of Li gold! ’
Into the orchard, the autumn orchard is colorful, like a small lantern like persimmon high hanging in the branches, yellow pear like a chubby little doll. Suddenly, a pear hit my head, I thought; it might be to let me taste it. Pomegranate opened its mouth, revealing crystal like & lsquo; teeth & rsquo;, a string of Pearl like grapes, crystal clear and bright, like soldiers in purple robes & hellip; & hellip;
Autumn is a harvest, beautiful season, I love autumn!
About the composition of autumn: with your color, go into your composition of 400 words in autumn
On the endless wheat field, decorated with golden fruit, in the distance, seven color sunset accompanied by blue sky, slowly fell into the cliff, with endless mysterious color, slowly into autumn.
Golden Harvest
Countless hard backs on the wheat field are busy just for the harvest of autumn. I don't know when the sweet golden smile has bloomed on the wheat field. They have made the farmer's year's work fruitful.
Bring your golden fruits to you, autumn, you are so understanding and picturesque -- in a endless wheat field, there are countless kinds of wheat, autumn is coming, with the gentle autumn wind, dye them yellow, the wind is rubbing on the wheat ear, to a wheat field, there are golden waves.
Blue -- sky high and cloud light
There are some leisurely white clouds floating on the blue sky, with cool autumn wind, slowly drifting to the distance, adding a poetic touch to the autumn sky. A group of people live under the blue sky, they are ecstatic for the arrival of the autumn.
Walk into you with your sky high and cloud light, autumn, you are so considerate and poetic -- in the blue sky / floating with some light and elegant clouds / not like the cloudy clouds in summer / making you tired physically and mentally / but making people feel refreshed / occasionally blowing a few cool winds / also a beautiful thing in life
Come to you with your poetry and painting, autumn, you are so graceful, charming, you are considerate and gentle, your understanding is that the summer air that has not been dissipated suddenly dissipates, and the fresh autumn wind comes to you.
The second day of the third middle school: Corydalis is sad
Entering autumn composition 200 words
With the cool breeze, the cicada's voice gradually disappeared, the grass gradually withered, the leaves began to slowly fall, a colorful autumn, also quietly came to us.
Look, the fields are golden. The golden ears of rice rolled up waves under the autumn wind; the golden sunflowers bowed their heads and bowed down in maturity; the golden wild chrysanthemums opened round smiling faces and sent out bursts of fragrance.
Look, the orchard is even busier. Round jujube, lantern like persimmon, red apple, yellow pear, crystal clear grape, sweet and delicious Orange & hellip; & hellip; in the touch of autumn wind, one by one in the tree, quarreling, eager to enter the market, afraid to go late, can't catch up with the harvest of the event.
I love this colorful autumn, I really hope to lie in the arms of autumn, let it stay with me forever.
Kunshan Huacheng Meidi primary school No.3
Writing 250 words in autumn
IV (3) Li yuechen
Autumn's girl walked to us quietly with light steps.
The sky is as clear as a wash, only in the evening, there are a few wisps of flowing clouds in the West sky. Under the reflection of the falling moon, these flowing clouds turn into a silver gray and a blood red in an instant, just like a beautiful butterfly. The air becomes so cool, which makes people feel cool in autumn. This is the unique beauty of autumn!
The river is clear to the bottom, like a transparent blue silk, lying quietly in the arms of the earth, a group of small fish swim over against the water, the mirror like water suddenly rippled a ripple, standing on the river, facing the cool wind, students in the river, feeling the joy brought by autumn.
The fields are bustling. Pieces of soybeans shake the pods and make loud laughter. Tall and straight sorghum raised its black, red, black and red face, as if singing happily; there were large yellow and golden ears of rice, nodding and smiling to people under the autumn wind; the harvester was busy, running back and forth, reaping the joy of harvest, people were happy to transport the harvest grain to their home.
What a beautiful autumn! Beauty is in the sky, beauty is in the river, and the most beautiful is the scene of harvest, which is the sweat pouring out of the fruits!
Entering the autumn composition 300 words
Miss Xia left, and Miss Qiu came quietly.
Miss Qiu is like a magic magician. When she came to the orchard, a huge apple bent the branch, as if to say: 'how cold! How cold it is! Come and dress me in red! 'I can't wait to pick one and taste it. It's delicious. I can't help but write a poem: 'the apple on the tree is round and big, red like a child's face. Gently smell the fragrance, and eat the sweet Tianjin in your mouth. 'there's a pomegranate tree there. A pomegranate is like a' smiling 'baby. It's like saying,' my stomach is round and big. It's full of little babies. Let's have a taste. It's sweet! '
Autumn girl came to the field. The corn held up the red tassel and clapped his belly. Sorghum smile bent, a song of wine brewing in the heart. When the ears of rice are ripe, they spread a golden blanket on the mother earth. The beautiful gold shines in the sun. It's so beautiful!
Autumn girl came to the forest, that piece of maple leaf like a red butterfly, flying in the air. There are yellow, red, semi yellow and semi Green & hellip; & hellip; leaves on the ground. It's fun to step on them and make a sound of "sand".
I love this charming autumn!
Appreciation of semi propositional composition model based on "walking into composition composition": 1400 words of composition in autumn
Autumn has passed, but the weather is still hot. An autumn rain from calm, dripping Li Li in the world between the floating day and night. In the early morning of the next day, there was a moist and cool wind. That cool, through the skin, directly to the human heart, Qin into every cell.
As the saying goes: a cold autumn rain. The smell of autumn, in a moment after the rain, with some light thoughts, curled up.
'the sky is blue, the leaves are yellow, the autumn is full of waves, the waves are cold and the smoke is green'. When the sky is high, the clouds are light, and the wild geese are flying in the south, we can recite many such empty and beautiful sentences about autumn. Chinese scholars seem to have the plot of autumn. Perhaps the artistic conception of autumn should be in line with the spirits of the ancient literati. Those verses sublimated from the boundless melancholy have gone through the cultural corridor of history, like bright stars, shining charming brilliance in the vast sea of literary stars.
However, I like autumn.
Autumn, how elegant and quiet, and how beautiful and colorful, like a woman who exudes mature charm and has a lot of connotation. Occasionally when I look up, the white and soft clouds are drifting leisurely and long with a posture after understanding, just above our heads, as if they are within reach; the sky is blue and blue, strange and open and high. When you look at it, the orchards are full of purple and crimson, the green gauze tents are green and green, and the early morning glow and the burning clouds in the evening are dotted. Everything in the world seems to have been heavily rendered by the master of painting with the thick oil color. Where is the scenery of the world? It's a painting with no ink splashing.
Every three or five places, there will be continuous autumn rain falling down, like which sad woman is talking, intermittently, pestering and lingering, can not help but let life out of the quiet feelings. After the rain, the gray and black clouds in the sky are constantly swimming and rolling, such as the turbulent sea of clouds, and gradually flash out of the gray and blue sky. The sun came out, plating a layer of gold on the rolling sea of clouds. The colorful clouds stretched out freely on the sky curtain, changing various postures at will, spreading out a colorful picture. The chirping of cicadas and frogs from far and near, one after another, played the sound of nature in the dusk after the rain. At this time, we have to be surprised at the wonder and beauty of nature and exclaim at this gorgeous season.
Autumn is the most charming field. In the early morning, the rising sun of autumn is like a demure and quiet bride, appearing on the eastern sky screen in a fresh and charming way; the endless blue gauze curtain is waking up under the morning mist like a veil. It seems that in a moment, the white veil was lifted, the crystal dew drops fell down, a string of rolling down in the grass. The crops are ripe, and the corn stands majestically in the vast field, where the wind passes, and makes a proud laugh; in the boundless cotton field, white cotton blossoms open a smiling face in the autumn sun, like the smile on the mother's face full of rough wrinkles. At this time, the farmers in the field are busy, with a satisfied smile on their faces. When they meet each other on the road, they greet each other loudly. The joy is expressed in words. Perhaps it is only the farmers who have been farming for generations, whose autumn is full and simple, joyful and full. Because they had a spring plough and a summer's work, and had a whole two seasons of waiting.
Into autumn, will find that this is a quiet and fickle, let people think of the season. Harvest and wither, mature also end. Looking at the green leaves that have been green for a summer, they are slowly turning yellow and light, and the wind blows down, just like a gentle sigh; once in the dark, after more than a thousand days and nights of suffering, the cicada eulogized life with his life's energy, but only a hundred days in the world, but also after spitting out the last clear note, it quietly fell off the branches. All the splendor will pass, the prosperity is gradually ending, we see a season is slowly ending. Even in the night cricket's call, also in the rush through the sad, as if to know that he has not much.
Autumn, after all, is the season when all things die. It's no wonder that there are so many poets in history who mourn, hurt and sympathize with autumn, chanting and singing the sadness of autumn.
However, from spring to autumn, this is the law of nature, there is no power in the world to change. Since ancient times, the change of political situation is also like the four seasons of reincarnation, turning hands into clouds and covering hands with rain. Yesterday was prosperous, but today it is already a fallen tree. That generation of down-to-earth literati only have to raise their glasses to watch the moon, drink to the wind, and pay the full of loneliness to the autumn wind, leaving the leaves like poems for future generations to enjoy.
Only nature is silent, but with the help of his creation of a mountain, a water, a plant and a tree, it has evolved the eternal laws of nature, showing him