Excellent composition in autumn

In everyday life, everyone will inevitably touch or use composition. Composition is a narrative way in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is my excellent composition in autumn, I hope it will help you.

Excellent composition in autumn 1 finally sent away the hot and long summer and ushered in the cool autumn. Everyone gathered in a circle under the buttonwood tree and greeted the arrival of autumn with joy.

The Woods are colorful. Maple trees shake their burning headscarves like burning flames. The buttonwood tree is covered with a leather jacket with a green edge and a yellow edge, and even oleander looks good. I saw oleander trembling, leaves rustling, as if singing a touching song.

The park is very lively. Flowers compete with each other. They come in different kinds, shapes and colors. Among many flowers, I like chrysanthemum best. Because chrysanthemums are very beautiful: red, yellow, white ... all kinds, colorful, emitting a faint fragrance, which really makes people never tire of seeing them.

I came to the vegetable garden again and found groups of pink faces facing me. At first glance, it turned out that Miss Tomato was welcoming me! I turned around and saw uncle cabbage standing there motionless, as if thinking about a problem. I came to the day lily field, which was full of day lilies and a group of naughty dewdrops were swinging leisurely.

Say goodbye to the vegetable garden and come to the orchard. The red apple hangs on a tall tree like a shy little girl. Clusters of purple grapes gather together and shine like pearls. Red persimmons are like lanterns, big and small. They look great. The golden orange is round and rolls around like a small ball.

Autumn, I love you!

Excellent composition in autumn 2 shed its fiery red coat in hot summer, and autumn looks lush in misty rain. Golden autumn chrysanthemums, rolling golden wheat waves and falling leaves are all golden. ...

The chilly wind blows mercilessly, "an autumn rain and a cold", and the continuous autumn rain is singing and singing. People sit in silence, listening to the roar of the wind. Raindrops fall on the ground and gather into a puddle bit by bit, and then a drop of water stirs up a splash like a crown. Perhaps this silence is left. ...

The rain stopped for a long time, and the sun immediately broke through the clouds and gently stroked the earth. The water droplets left on the leaves shone red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple in the sun. The insect climbed onto the branches of the fruit tree, greedily bit the berries and fell asleep on it. Farmers are carrying fruit baskets and happily picking fruits under the trees. Persimmons like red lanterns, crystal-clear grapes and attractive purple grapes are teetering on the vines. The ruby in pomegranate belly makes people salivate, and the green apple juice is full of water. ...

After a year of hard work, there was a bumper harvest.

Elf's magic turned the wheat fields into golden yellow, just like being fried in oil or rolled in honey. The sound of the threshing machine in the distance sounded tirelessly, and the long-lost smiling faces of the farmers were all released at this moment, happily talking with the people around them about this year's achievements. The heavy grains of wheat bulged out, and I couldn't help bending over with laughter when I looked at the happy smiling faces of the farmers. The autumn wind also caressed the grain kindly. There are layers of golden wheat waves in the wheat field, and the wheat grains rustle and sing songs of harvest. ...

Autumn leaves are impatient and want to walk on the ground. They suddenly flew into the air and then slept on the ground. Next year, they will become a pile of agricultural fertilizers. It is precisely because "fallen leaves are not ruthless, and turning into spring mud protects flowers more." Autumn leaves seem to fall regularly, like a beautiful girl on a swing, one falling and the other flying.

The children walked on the carpet one by one, then bent down to pick up a beautiful Jin Yezi, but they still picked it up tirelessly and happily. ...

By the roadside, wild chrysanthemums are blooming in clusters, leaves are red one by one, and geese are flying one by one. ...

Excellent composition in autumn 3 "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, the frost leaves are red in February flowers" The poems written by the ancients are so poetic that I am intoxicated. Let me feel how beautiful autumn is!

The leaves of ginkgo trees slowly turn yellow. As soon as the autumn wind blows, these little guys fall from the trees and dance in the air, as if yellow butterflies are welcoming us ... At this moment, a leaf falls on me, and I take a closer look: like a delicate little fan, it hangs upside down like a beautiful little skirt.

Maple leaves are more beautiful. From a distance, it looks like a little princess with red hair. A gust of wind blows, leaves fall down, jump into the embrace of the earth, and fall to the ground, putting a beautiful coat on Mother Earth.

The leaves of buttonwood are not far behind, and these little guys are even more naughty. They jumped down from the tree and made faces at us. When they land, when we step on them, they will make a "click".

Chrysanthemum is even better. Their fragrance flies to the mountains, over the Woods and into our noses. The Chrysanthemum Fairy is beautiful, as white as snow, as yellow as gold and as pink as chardonnay. By the way, their petals can also be used to make tea!

Ah! Autumn, I really like it.

Looking forward to, looking forward to, the autumn wind is blowing to us, the footsteps of autumn are getting closer and closer, and pieces of golden leaves are falling with the wind.

Everything was quiet, as if everyone were lost in thought. The flaming maple leaves fell from the trees to the ground, and the mountains began to become colorful, like a beautiful and even colorful painting. There are more and more people in the field, and they are all harvesting fruits. Persimmons and apples have turned red and hung on trees. Fruit trees dress them in gold, red and fiery red, and turn them into beautiful stars. Nature has become a beautiful watercolor painting, which makes autumn colorful and brings different colors to the four seasons.

Leaves fall from the sky, yellow, green and red, and leaves of different colors fall luxuriantly in the air, much like beautiful butterfly fairies flying in the air, making Miss Qiu's appearance more beautiful.

Autumn is also a harvest season. In the field, red, yellow, purple and all kinds of fruits are like frozen children's faces, which makes people want to touch them. Persimmon lit up its soft belly on the tree, as if to show off to people. Pears are like pieces of gold, and strings of grapes are like purple pearls. They all look particularly valuable. Mature corn opens its mouth wide, revealing yellow teeth, like small golden beans. There are so many fruits in autumn!

Autumn wind blows across the field, like washing the face of fruit. Sorghum met Miss Qiu, and she bowed to him, and all the fruits were paying tribute to her. Miss Qiu really lives up to her reputation!

Suddenly, autumn rain began to fall in the sky. With the autumn wind, the autumn rain began to tilt and the autumn rain began to dance beautifully. If all this is painted, it will be a beautiful picture. After the autumn rain, the fruit will be more mature, and autumn is indispensable in a year.

Autumn is like a successful person. After numerous hardships, today's fruits have been achieved. Autumn is also a difficult climber. After countless efforts, I saw the scenery on high places.

Autumn is really a beautiful season.

Excellent composition in autumn 5 Yesterday, Wan Li was clear and sunny, but today it is crisp in autumn. Yesterday, the lotus was graceful. Today, the maple leaves have fallen. Autumn is a symbol of harvest and joy, a representative of gold and fiery red, and a witness to a year of hard work.

The breath of autumn fills the whole world. Autumn told me that a year later, the grass turned yellow; Autumn tells me that orange blossoms can't wait to open their smiling faces, yellow, red and white, yellow like the sun, red like a fireball and white like snow, all of which are "curly"; Autumn tells me that the osmanthus flowers there float ten miles, shake them and scatter them. What a "osmanthus rain"; Autumn tells me that the pomegranate here is ripe, red and yellow meet, and the pomegranate is cool and delicious. It looks like a bumper harvest. ...

I like walking alone in the maple leaf forest, breathing the fresh air, thinking that the red maple leaves dance in mid-air like red butterflies, while the falling maple leaves crisscross the ground, spread all over the ground and extend forward, and the whole forest is the red protagonist. Maple leaves remind me of two lines in Du Mu's poem "Walking on the Mountain": "Stop and sit and love the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers".

I set foot on the road of autumn, smelled the breath of autumn and walked through the glory of autumn with the mood of autumn.

Red maple leaves are easy to remind people of lingering autumn. Sad everywhere, "passion" is sad everywhere. After the ground fell, it was deserted, and there was a lonely chill in the layers of stone cracks. Autumn is so sentimental.

As Ouyang Xiu wrote in Ode to Autumn Sound: "Its color is bleak and smoke gathers; How can it be sunny, the sky is high and the sun is shining; Its gas is bitter, which hurts the muscles and bones. Its meaning is gloomy and the mountains and rivers are lonely. " This autumn is cool and pleasant. But in my eyes, autumn, like spring, is another beautiful scenery. Every holiday, in my spare time for dinner, I always go for a walk in my hometown. Especially chic adobe houses are even more wonderful with the deepening of autumn.

The original house lived on the side of a mountain, but it was not like a mountain, because there was a large bamboo forest. Trees and bamboo are mixed together, but it feels very artistic. Although bamboo is hard, it can't help the charming autumn, and the bamboo leaves are as yellow as yellow. Walking at the foot of the bamboo house still makes a tearing sound. The waist of the mountain is covered with a pole commonly known as "Mangzihua", which is about thinner than the little finger. When he was a child, he was a "good thing" that children scrambled for. He cut it with a sickle and let adults chop it with a wood knife.

Weapons and horses are much more casual and economical than high-end toys.

The willows on the other side of the river bank are still standing there alone. Its roots spread around, about the width of the bowl. It should complain about its injustice. But fortunately, there are wild chrysanthemums by the river. In this remote mountainous area, not many people deliberately plant chrysanthemum. Only a few people can appreciate the elegance of "picking chrysanthemums under the hedge and seeing Nanshan leisurely", which is really enviable. The autumn sunset is so beautiful that people can't help it. Clouds are all dyed with cotton wool like ointment, so autumn can have such an interesting side.

Another good autumn, like a feast. The autumn wind is bleak, and everything is dying, which is not its original intention. In the eyes of orange farmers, the dazzling kumquat in the garden is so refreshing. This is really a good autumn. It changes every year, changing its appearance without changing its beauty.

It must be a good autumn.

I believe that different people like different seasons, and some people like spring because it is colorful; Some people like summer because it is full of energy; Some people like winter because it is wrapped in white. As for me, I only have a soft spot for autumn love with leaves rustling and red maple everywhere.

Far away, look at those flaming hills, standing there. Take a closer look. Red, yellow and green trees are all dyed, and maple leaves, ginkgo leaves and some unknown leaves are hanging on the branches. When the wind blows, some leaves dance with the wind, others fall to the ground, and the ground is covered with a golden carpet. Walking up, lying down and sitting up will feel soft and squeaky.

In autumn, the river is like a mirror, a gust of wind blows, and microwaves appear on the water. The autumn is crisp and the river is particularly clear. The tall tree beside the stream looks at it in the mirror. The fish play in the water and sometimes spit out some small bubbles.

Walking into the orchard, red apples are like children's smiling faces; Green grapes are covered with purple robes and a few dewdrops, just like a beautiful crystal necklace; Oranges turn yellow. After peeling, the pulp inside looks like a yellow crescent, and it tastes sour and sweet.

Come on, it's so lively here! The golden rice is ripe and bent with laughter; Red sorghum, in order to welcome the arrival of autumn girl, even smiled red, and the cotton in bud was as shy as a slim girl, afraid to hide; The pods crackled in the sun.

At this time, I heard the cry of the wild goose, looked up and saw that there was no white cloud in the blue sky, just like a freshly washed blue stone, and my eyes were attracted by it. Although most of the grass has withered and turned yellow, some grass still persists, and with the embellishment of chrysanthemums, red, yellow, blue, purple and white chrysanthemums ... bloom so brightly and beautifully, making the earth more beautiful in autumn.

"Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring." Every time I see the smile on the farmer's uncle's face, I know that the farmer's uncle's hard work for a year has brought great gains. This smile is full of good hopes for the coming year.

Qiu, you are so beautiful!

The withered and yellow leaves float in the air alone, sometimes falling and sometimes dancing, and finally turn into spring mud, just to protect flowers.

Autumn came quietly and gradually returned. In this short and hurried time, people enjoyed and missed many scenery.

Autumn is a harvest season, and baskets of fruitful fruits seem to be a symbol of autumn victory. Only the evergreen tree stands upright, as always, not surprised by honor or disgrace, just like a graceful gentleman, who seems to have the quality of "wealth can't be lewd, power can't be bent, poverty can't be moved", but the maple tree is restless, just like a girl in Chun Qing, wearing bright red clothes, swaying in the warm Xu Feng; Like a lady lounging in the sun. Farmers' uncles are busy in this season, and the joy of harvest is beyond words. The air in the field smells of harvest, like fruit and sweat dripping from the tiller. Osmanthus fragrans is gradually blooming, and the city is fragrant.

Autumn is always pitiful. Early autumn is occupied by overbearing heat, and late autumn is blown away by cold air in winter, so autumn is very short. The shorter things are, the more precious they are, and the more precious things should be cherished. If spring is a girl, summer is a hot woman, and winter is an ice woman, but autumn is definitely a gentle and virtuous girl.

Although autumn is short, it is unforgettable. Time always flies by, leaving no trace, but you can still feel the warmth of autumn after careful exploration.

The fiery red leaves danced in the air, sometimes flying, sometimes jumping, and finally turned into spring mud, also to protect flowers.

A tree is red and fragrant, leaving dead branches empty, and no Daiyu cherishes flowers. Looking back suddenly, Haitang had already fallen.

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"Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely." Tao Yuanming loves chrysanthemums, and I love autumn, the season when chrysanthemums are in full bloom.

A person walks on the road covered with fallen leaves, which lie quietly on the ground, one by one, or wither, or turn from green to withered. At the foot, the sole rubbed against the leaves and whispered. Autumn, just like that, without warning. The fallen leaves curled up in the embrace of the soil and danced up and down with the breeze. A gust of wind blew, and unconsciously raised my hand and pulled my collar. At the moment I raised my hand, a pale yellow elf danced wittily and kissed my face intentionally or unintentionally. I grabbed it, and a well-defined but incomplete fallen leaf came into view. Pale yellow replaced the once endless green, and a feeling of electric shock spread all over the body. In an instant of stupidity, my hand shook unconsciously, and the dead leaves broke into pieces every minute and disappeared with the wind. Watching them dance like notes on the staff, I suddenly woke up, and I seemed to understand this different autumn instantly.

In autumn, there is no charm of spring, no lush summer, no severe winter, no sadness of "the desert is lonely and straight", no sadness of "people are thinner than yellow flowers" and no cold of "autumn soldiers on the battlefield" Looking at all kinds of blooming chrysanthemums, I am passionate, but I still have some pride of "I will open when I open it". At this point, the feeling of "sadness and loneliness since ancient times" seems to be sealed into history.

In this season, I would like Wen to lead Zhu Ziqing and me to watch the moonlight in the lotus pond all afternoon, lamenting that time is in a hurry and I can't live without my father's back; Ren Zi led me to listen to the bells of Notre Dame de Paris and Hugo's quill pen rustling on the parchment, telling the tragic story of the world; Let Mo hold me to talk about the triumph and absurdity of Ah Q spirit, listen to Lu Xun's hesitant and powerful cry, and stab the enemy's throat with a pen tip. ...

"I lean on the dangerous building, looking at the spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. Who will rely on silence in the afterglow of grass smoke? I am going to get drunk and sing a song about wine, but it is still tasteless. " Reading autumn is a realm, but I haven't understood the autumn season yet, but I can't put it down.

Excellent composition in autumn 10 Every season has its own color. Spring is light green, because spring is the season of recovery of all things, and it is the bud; Summer is a vibrant fiery red, because the sun in summer is like a fire, with a flame-like impulse and recklessness; Autumn is dazzling gold, because autumn is the harvest season, and the crops are harvested and turned into gold coins; Winter is silvery white, because snowflakes are flying all over the sky, forming a silvery white world. Among these four beautiful colors, I like the dazzling golden yellow in autumn best!

Autumn autumn, autumn season. It is a beautiful and retro autumn. Maple leaves are flying in the air, like fairies in red skirts. On the ground, the fallen leaves paved a yellow carpet. Look, I gently picked up an autumn fairy-osmanthus. It is the spirit of autumn, and it still exudes a strong fragrance when it falls.

Walking to the country road, the sound of gnome male-"broke my inner peace." Looking from a distance, a large golden crop makes the farmer's uncle's smile more brilliant, and his dark face shows white teeth. It seems that the hard work and sweat before made Hua Song smile brilliantly. Looking at the crops carefully, sorghum turns red, as if drinking a lot of wine. Rice bent down with a smile, which made me wonder who told him the joke. Peanuts hidden in the ground make their leaves green, as if to remind me to let them out to relieve boredom.

In the beautiful autumn, I will leave this beautiful memory in my mind, the dazzling autumn in my heart and in my childhood. When I grow up, I will enjoy this memory that belongs to me alone!

Autumn excellent composition 1 1 I pushed open the unit door in the morning, and the coolness came to my face, so I couldn't help shivering.

I subconsciously tightened my clothes, in a trance: autumn, is it near?

The heavy pressure of study forced me to speed up the pace of progress, but my concept of seasons has long been blurred.

Sitting on a speeding electric car, inadvertently, looking up-oh, my God! What is that sky! White clouds are floating on the deep blue floor, swinging leisurely. It is so deep, so high, like a clean aquamarine over 10,000 meters, rich, flawless and natural.

From a distance, the geese flying south in droves, gracefully across the sky. In Fiona Fang, the clouds are light and the wind is light. It is the only moving object. Probably because I saw the desolation of the earth, I hurried on!

Suddenly, I felt a chill in my heart, and the irritability, anger and anxiety brought by hot summer days were slowly dissipating. The beauty brought by that cool autumn is slowly occupying my heart.

The outline of autumn seems to have vaguely emerged in my heart.

Looking up at the sky, my head gradually lowered and bowed, and the true and close beauty jumped into my eyes again.

The grass on the roadside is no longer tender in spring, but lush in summer. It is turning yellow, getting old and withering one by one, and quietly leaving this autumn growing world. Just as it comes quietly and gives quietly, it looks like thousands of selfless givers in society. Don't seek fame and fortune, just seek peace in the world.

At this time, the ants on the ground seem busier than usual. Their thin bodies hide endless energy! They seem to be making final preparations for hibernation, busy, shuttling among the fallen leaves. Diligence is always the theme of their life. Diligence brings hope and success with both hands.

Bless them! I thought to myself. Of course, I also wish this lovely autumn.

The electric car finally drove to the school gate. Get off the bus, put on your schoolbag and look straight ahead: the mist in the morning has not dispersed, and it is misty in the air, if there is anything. Autumn suddenly appeared clearly in front of us.

However, the golden sunshine has spread all over the earth, shining with golden leaves. I'm covered in blood. Who said autumn would be sad? I want to show new vitality, live a wonderful life and generate in this aging world.

Autumn Excellent Composition 12 After a hot summer, autumn finally comes. People often say: "Autumn is a cool season, autumn is a harvest season, and autumn is a golden season." And autumn, like people's predictions, shows people beautiful things.

You see, the cool autumn wind has blown rice, grass, pears and trees yellow, as if everything had been blown yellow, waiting for the harvest.

On a sunny day, the yellow leaves on the tree fall in bits and pieces, as if thousands of elves were dancing in yellow gauze clothes. They jump in mid-air, and when they are tired, they will land slowly, snuggle up next to the grass and chat with it about their stories.

Autumn rain is a vivid ink painting. "Tick-tock ... tick-tock ..." It began to rain, and the sound was so clear and loud! After a while, the rain began to crack. I went to the window and watched the autumn rain weave colorful clothes carefully. How beautiful that dress is! Large and small raindrops fell on the leaves, like diamonds and dazzling crystal balls. Autumn rain is always so bright, so clear and so dazzling. It is a magic pen to decorate the nature of autumn, and it is also an important color of ink painting.

The rain gradually stopped and a beautiful rainbow appeared in the sky, so bright and elegant. She is leaning down to suck the aura between heaven and earth. She communicates with Woong San and rivers. The rainbow in autumn is really beautiful!

Yuan Zhen, an ancient poet, said, "It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more barren." Autumn has come, and chrysanthemums, one of the so-called "four gentlemen", have blossomed. Some are as white as snow, some are as pink as clouds, and some are as golden. The shape of chrysanthemum is also varied, some petals are long, some petals are short, some petals are straight, some petals are rolled, and some petals are bent. Chrysanthemums can be enjoyed and eaten by people. When the chrysanthemum is fully mature, we will pick it and soak it in a cup of chrysanthemum tea, and the fragrance will begin to diffuse, so you can't help but taste it. Take a sip of chrysanthemum tea and suddenly you look cheerful, full of energy and full of strength.

In autumn, there are always scenery that we can't see and delicious food that we can't eat.

Autumn is really a wonderful world.

Autumn is the season of harvest, and autumn is also the season of reason.

When the autumn wind blows up the original green leaves of the yellow branches, you come. Without the vigorous heat of summer and the freezing cold of winter, you quietly came to this world with rational steps.

I live in Jiangnan, where autumn comes very gently. Walking in the forest, Du Mu's phrase "Frost leaves are red in February flowers" will float in your mind. Soak a cup of thick bitter tea, sit in the maple forest, count the sunshine filtered by the red leaf sieve carefully, and slowly taste the sweetness of chewing gum in bitter tea, so the most poetic realm in autumn is embraced by me.

Although it is in the mild south of the Yangtze River, autumn is still autumn. In the face of fruitful orchards everywhere, of course, there is a joy of harvest, and the rustling autumn wind can not help but raise sadness. Yes, when you walk on the yellow grass and let the autumn wind cool your cheeks, you may feel a sense of vicissitudes. Autumn wind brings not only a vicissitudes of life, a trace of sadness, but also a rational thinking.

Autumn wind may be the best filter paper. Dry and comfortable, hard and not sharp. It whizzes by, lifts your forehead, blows away all the distractions in your mind, leaving only the crystallization of memory. Only at this time, our minds are the most rational, and our hearts are blown more broad-minded by the strong autumn wind, ignoring petty interests.

Autumn may be the best season to recall the past. There is no heat in summer, no cold in winter and no charming flowers in spring. It gives people rich associations, makes people look at themselves in the rational autumn wind, finds out their mistakes, absorbs the essence of the past and treats themselves again.

Autumn is like this, rational and calm. It lets the boat of my mind grasp the direction and sail quietly.

14 weekend, in the early morning, I stood at the foot of the mountain and looked at the top of the mountain. It was not high, but it was foggy. Although it is not yet late autumn, the weather has turned cold, and a cool breeze with autumn breath is blowing. I tightened my coat and climbed up the path paved with slate step by step. Today, I visited Qiu.

After only a few steps, I feel the unique beauty of autumn, which is different from the fragrance and brilliance of flowers in spring, the hot and sinister sun in summer and the white and cool snow in winter. The beauty of autumn is like a child, naughty and so cute. By the roadside, there is a tree I don't know. It just rained last night, and palm-sized red leaves were hit by raindrops. I picked up one and looked at the sky carefully. It seems that as long as I push hard, it will break, but there is still a little green in my veins. This shows that it still has life, and it also marks that autumn is not as bleak as scholars have been chanting. Also with. "Since ancient times, every autumn has been sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring." I seem to understand something. Autumn! This passionate poet, I praise you!

Seven or eight minutes later, I was halfway up the mountain. At this point, I was already hot and sweaty. I closed my eyes, opened my arms, took a deep breath of cold air and felt various comforts. Suddenly, a faint scent got into my nasal cavity, it was osmanthus! But now it's 1 1 month. How can there be osmanthus? I opened my eyes in surprise and followed Gui Xiang curiously. Sure enough, on the roadside, there is a silver osmanthus, and clusters of osmanthus are hidden among the dark green leaves, emitting a faint fragrance. I am close, take a deep breath again and enjoy the beauty of this moment. Autumn! This magical magician, I praise you!

After a while, I finally reached the top of the mountain. As it happens, the clouds in the sky dispersed, and the golden sunshine penetrated the layers of clouds, opened warm arms and embraced the earth without stint. I closed my eyes again, feeling that at this moment, the sun shone on my body, the breeze brushed my cheeks, listening to the cheerful songs of birds and smelling the faint Gui Xiang, and my mouth rose slightly. Autumn! This child of nature, I praise you!

On the way down the mountain, I thought of the beautiful scenery I saw when I visited Qiu. Qiu, I will praise you forever!

Excellent composition in autumn 15 "I don't think the nights in early autumn are getting longer and longer and the breeze is heavy and bleak." In the hot summer, the retreat of Mao Zhai is quiet, and there are lights under the steps. "In autumn, you come to us quietly with a brisk pace.

"Sprinkle rainy days on the river and wash the autumn." A cool autumn rain washed away the heat of summer, people's irritability, the green clothes of plants, and the small autumn dew slept on the bed of dead leaves, which was beautiful.

"Autumn wind is blowing, and Dongting waves are under the leaves." Autumn, refreshing autumn wind, with bursts of wheat fragrance, makes people relaxed and happy. Autumn wind blows away troubles and brings autumn blessings. The autumn wind wiped the fine sweat from the farmer's uncle's forehead, making everyone like this cool autumn more.

"The cold flowers are in full bloom and the chrysanthemums are full of branches." "It's not that chrysanthemum is preferred among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless." Chrysanthemum has always been loved by many people in ancient times. Love is not only external, but also internal. "The west wind is full of plants, and the cold butterfly is hard to come." In the rustling autumn wind, chrysanthemums seem cold and fragrant. It doesn't look like a lily growing in the spring breeze, but it smells delicious. No wonder butterflies fly to watch the fragrance of chrysanthemums carefully.

"Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February." Only fragrant chrysanthemums, how can there be maple leaves without sparks? Flowers need leaves to accompany them. "The autumn wind begins in the west of Bai Yunfei, the vegetation turns yellow, and the geese return to the south." Although it is already late autumn, it still can't hide the beauty of autumn. The leaves fell to the ground, the vegetation was yellow, and two dead leaves floated down from the tree. Like two affectionate butterflies, they refused to fall for a long time.

"The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cold, and the vegetation shakes the frost." What a poetic autumn!