Spring morning is beautiful and bright; summer morning is warm and colorful; winter morning is white and pure. But in my mind, autumn is the most beautiful.
In the early morning, I came to the yellow grass, and saw that there were crystal dew all over the grass, as if it had just rained a drizzle. They shine like pearls in the morning light. I looked up and saw the smoke curling up in the distance like a silk winding between the treetops. Sometimes, there was a barking of a dog. Moo moo & hellip & hellip; I heard a familiar cry. It turned out that two or three cows were grazing on the grass, walking around leisurely, and calling twice from time to time.
Through the thin mist, I could see a path on the mountain stretching out to the distance, and from time to time, there was a beautiful, beautiful and graceful birdsong. Birds beat back and forth among the branches, singing gently, cows and sheep walking happily, sometimes calling twice, it seems very active & hellip; & hellip;
There are always so many beautiful scenery, but in my mind, autumn is the most beautiful, magical, warm and charming & hellip; & hellip;
Autumn morning
I love the blooming spring, the singing of birds and cicadas, and the cold winter of powder and jade, but I prefer the golden autumn of maple leaf. In the morning, I arrived at school very early. I want to see the autumn on campus.
I walked to the school garden, only to feel a fresh air coming. The leaves were wet, as if they had just had a drizzle to wash the trees. Look carefully, it turns out that the leaves are rolling with round and bright dew, which is very lovely!
There are many chrysanthemums blooming in the flower bed, they are colorful: white as snow, red as fire, yellow as gold. On the track next to the flower garden, several students are running in the morning. Their figures are full of life and vitality like this chrysanthemum.
The leaves of most of the trees on the campus have gone yellow. In the rustling autumn wind, the leaves fall down like a flower butterfly flying in the forest, conveying the autumn message to people. However, cedars are still green and tall, showing people tenacious vitality.
Suddenly, a large piece of red came into view. It turned out to be maple. It was like a fire burning. On the bench under the tree, several students are reading in the morning. The red maple leaves fall down with the sound of reading. I can't help but recite Du Mu's journey to the mountains, a famous poet of the Tang Dynasty: "far up the cold mountain, the stone path is inclined, and there are people in the deep clouds.". Park in love maple forest, frost leaves red in February flowers. '
The sun is rising, the campus is bathed in the soft morning light, the students are coming to school one after another, I am reluctant to walk into the classroom, but my heart is still immersed in the beautiful autumn & hellip;
Autumn morning
On Sunday morning, I went to the park to collect leaves. As soon as I entered the gate, I saw large leaves falling from the trees as if they had covered the park with a golden carpet.
I went under a ginkgo tree and saw the golden leaves whirling down like dancers. I picked a perfect gingko leaf from the ground and put it in the book I prepared in advance.
I continued to walk to the deep part of the park. Suddenly, a leaf fell from my eyes. I picked it up and looked. Eh, isn't this the peach in the flat peach garden? Does it become a little leaf as soon as it falls into the earth? I put this beautiful peach leaf in my book.
The treetops have become bald, and autumn is about to pass. I have collected several yellow leaves to welcome the next beautiful autumn!
Autumn morning
The autumn morning is beautiful. There are changeable white clouds, misty fog and energetic people & hellip; & hellip; make up the beautiful and moving autumn morning.
Every autumn morning, walking between the fog, as if a fairy, has the ability to fly the clouds, let people feel a little cool. The fog in autumn is hazy, like a mysterious veil, which makes a fuzzy black shadow for pedestrians on the road, puts a white veil on the earth, puts a beautiful white wreath on the river, covers the trees, and is hazy. In my mind, in fact, fog is colorless and tasteless, but I think it is like the perfume sprayed on a little girl, and it is charming and fragrant.
The fog is gone. Look up at the sky. There are white clouds in the sky. The white clouds in the sky are changeable. In a moment, some of them are like running white horses, some are like white rabbits, some are like barking dogs & hellip; & hellip; they are fleeting and unpredictable. In a moment, your eyes are blurred.
Wipe the blurred eyes, the eyes are bright. There are red clouds in the East. There is a light around the red clouds. The sun is about to rise from the lawn. The withered yellow leaves on the tree crash down on the lawn. The tall mountain appears to be shining, giving off golden light. Constantly sigh: ah, beautiful! The sun rises slowly, giving off a dazzling light, making the earth golden.
After watching the red clouds, look down at the people who are gently blowing by the wind! Grandpa and grandma are greedily breathing the fresh air and enjoying the beauty of the morning. Some old grandfathers are playing Taijiquan. Their movements are slow and stretching, but their steps are stable but not rigid. The old grannies were not willing to be outdone. They organized a dance together and danced. Their movements were flexible and neat. It reminds people that they seem to have relived the wonderful time of their youth. Children also do morning exercises, and young people use various ways to catch the good time in the morning to exercise.
After observing the beauty of people's morning, don't forget to look far away and see the beautiful lotus. Among all the flowers, the lotus is my favorite, and the one "out of mud but not dyed" is also a good example for me to learn now! Look at the beautiful lotus. It blooms. The big leaves like umbrellas hold up the pink petals and open. Some of them have not yet bloomed, but they also open a little bit like shy little girls.
This is the morning of autumn, colorful and beautiful. I love the beautiful scenery of autumn, and I love the morning of autumn more.
Autumn morning
In the morning, a cold wind blew to the head of the bed. I couldn't help sneezing and felt a little cold. I couldn't help pulling the quilt and wrapping myself up.
All of a sudden, I heard a few crows. Well, it's time to get up.
I sit up lazily. I don't have to hurry for the holiday today. I wrapped the quilt and went to the balcony. It was chilly. I took a deep breath. The air was so fresh! It's raining outside. The road is wet. The grass on the lawn is covered with water drops. The little sapling has grown up and the leaves sway gently in the wind, as if greeting me & hellip; & hellip;
How time flies! The saplings have grown up inadvertently, and I have become a junior high school student unconsciously. This reminds me that in the six years of primary school, apart from reading and studying, I didn't even care about the trees in front of the building, let alone the hard work of my parents.
Autumn is a mature season. Although I have gained and been sent to the key middle school because of my good performance, autumn rain makes me calm down and makes me realize clearly that I have grown up. I need to learn to care about the things around me and the people around me. It is their selfless care and dedication that makes me grow up.
Rain, gradually stopped, but my thoughts are still flying.
Autumn morning
In the morning, I got up early and went for a walk in the countryside.
The sky is blue. There is no white cloud. Looking to the East, but also a little bit of pan fish belly white. Soon, the sun will slowly rise, more and more strong to shoot out the light, the earth lit up.
I walk on the field, look around, everything is full of vitality, showing a vibrant scene:
The leaves of corn are green, strong and straight, and there are big and yellow corn sticks on them, which are very beautiful. The sorghum stems are tall and straight, and the sorghum ears on them are red like a torch. The breeze seemed to wave to me and tell people that this year is another harvest year.
Soybean dolls are one by one green, chubby lying in their own small bed to sleep, soybean mother saw all this, happy smile bent. The grain is full of ears, and the straw is bent by the ears, like a hunchback husband telling people the joy of harvest.
Further on, it is a green orchard. The trees are covered with crystal dew, shining in the sun. The apple is ripe, like a blushing little girl's face. The red persimmon is hung on the branch like a lantern on a festival. Pomegranate is also happy to break the belly & hellip; & hellip;
Autumn is beautiful, autumn morning is more beautiful, I love autumn morning.