Fengyang’s Autumn Composition

Fengyang’s Autumn Composition

Everyone knows that our earth has four seasons. The four seasons are all very beautiful. There are many poets praising the beautiful four seasons. Spring is a good beginning. As the saying goes, spring is the beginning of a year. Xia Tian is a naughty brother, why don't you rain some cotton to cover up his hot temper? Sister Qiu is the shyest among the four seasons. As long as autumn comes, nothing. Trees, flowers, grass. All shy. I think I probably felt shy after seeing Sister Qiu’s beauty. Winter is a cold season, brewing a silver dream. Puyang's Autumn Composition 550

Last November, my father and mother and I went back to my hometown in Shandong to visit relatives.

On the road, I looked out through the car window and saw large tracts of sorghum, showing their dancing posture in the wind; sunflowers faced the sun, grinning with their big mouths open; they were so full that they cracked. The cotton is like the white clouds in the sky... The farmers and uncles are laughing happily, the birds are chirping, and the scene is full of harvest.

"Hey, what is that?" I asked, looking at a field of crops as tall as one person. "That's corn." Dad replied. The corn grows tall, with big leaves and long whiskers. Some of the whiskers are green, like a young man, and some have brown whiskers, like an old man. They stand upright in rows, Pay tribute to us. Although I have eaten corn, I have no idea how they grow. At this time, my aunt happened to come out to greet us, and my father suggested: "We are here to be idle anyway, so why not help out and pick corn." So we started to work together.

"First grab the stalks of the corn, and then break off the corn." I followed my father's instructions and got up step by step. Fully mature corn is very easy to pick and will break as soon as it is broken, but immature corn cannot be broken apart. I picked up a basket and walked towards the first "target" I aimed at - a very plump big corn. I did as my father said and broke off the first corn very easily, feeling very happy. of. I thought: "It turns out that breaking corn is not that difficult!" So, I walked towards the second "goal". I grabbed its stem with one hand and the corn with the other, and broke it hard, "Hey, why didn't it come down?" I continued to exert force, but the corn still didn't move, as if it was laughing at me. I asked my dad to help me, but my dad said: "This corn is not ripe yet. Green corn is unripe, and yellow with black spots is ripe." After listening to what my dad said, I began to ask a Keep moving forward with a well-established "goal".

Ten minutes have passed, twenty minutes have passed... In the blink of an eye, an hour has passed. We are so tired that we are sweating profusely and looking at the baskets full of corn placed in front of the door. , very feeling of accomplishment, we are going to send it to grandma. At this time, I discovered that there were many dense red bumps on my arms, which were a little itchy. It turned out that my panels were too tender, and the corn leaves were covered with small thorns, which were caused by rubbing against each other.

Through this picking, it not only broadened my horizons and increased my knowledge, but also made me understand how to cherish the hard work of farmer uncles. It also inspired me to study harder, learn scientific knowledge, and manufacture Develop machines that make it easier to pick crops, reducing the burden on farmers and benefiting mankind. Dongyang's Autumn Composition 750

Chapter 1: Beautiful Autumn [400 words] Zhang Yiwen

Autumn comes to the world quietly with a golden body and light steps.

When I walked into the park, I was greeted by the fragrance of flowers. When I looked for it, I found that the osmanthus flowers were blooming. The white osmanthus flowers were like little stars in the sky, beautifully dotted on the branches.

Walking into the orchard, the apples are like red lanterns; the bananas are yellow; the pomegranates are grinning; the oranges are squeezed and touched on the branches...

Walking into the fields, sea-like sorghums hold up torches, and boundless soybeans ring bells; in the rice fields, a patch of yellow rice ripples with golden waves in the autumn wind, and in the green vegetable fields, crystal dewdrops shine on the fat and tender vegetable leaves. ...

Walking into the forest, the forest is like wearing a camouflage uniform. The ginkgo trees are dropping yellow leaves, like small fans; the maple trees are dropping a few red leaves, just like a small fan. Like stamps; and the evergreen pines and cypresses all year round... Look, how charming the autumn scenery is!

Autumn is a harvest season, because in autumn, many melons and fruits are ripe; autumn is a cool season, because it is neither as hot as summer nor as cold as winter, and a gust of autumn wind Blowing it makes people feel relaxed and happy; autumn is a beautiful season, because in autumn, some flowers bloom, and the leaves fall down like butterflies, some turn yellow, some turn red... everything becomes Colorful.

A poet once described autumn like this: "You must remember the good times of the year, when oranges are yellow and oranges are green."

I love autumn because it symbolizes maturity. Symbolizes beauty.

Chapter 2: Autumn fields [400 words] Yu Dongjian

Seeing this photo of autumn harvest, I couldn't help but blend into the autumn fields.

I remember that in the autumn of that year, my father and I went to the fields together. We were chatting and laughing along the way. After a while, a field appeared in front of me.

In the distance, a grape vine bears shiny bunches of sweet and delicious grapes, how like a bunch of pearls! Suddenly, I saw another tree, but it was blurry, so I asked my dad, "What kind of tree is this?" Dad answered me with a smile: "It's a pomegranate tree." When I looked at it, the seeds inside The children are like little dolls, and the pomegranate is broken in one place. I felt like the dolls had squeezed the "door" open. There are some colorful flowers under the tree, red like fire, warm like clouds... The wild flowers are also fragrant and the paths in the fields are fragrant. The cows and sheep are all strong and strong. A few children are leisurely and free under the tree. Play freely.

In the field, a large area of ??rice has matured, golden, like gold, and like a golden carpet, giving the field a lot of vitality. The corn held the red tassel and was happy, forgetting all the troubles of the summer. The sorghum turned red, as if its face was red with a smile, and it seemed as if there was a wine song brewing in the soul.

The autumn wind is like a barber, keeping the fields in order; the autumn light is like shiny beads of sweat, shining vigorously on the fields. Autumn does not change, it is the autumn wind that blows away summer. The autumn wind may not blow away Grandpa Xia, you can also use a fan or electric fan.

As we enter autumn, the refreshing autumn wind blows, and the bright sunshine shines above our heads. We pick up a yellow leaf and treasure it quietly. Autumn will always smile at us.

We left the autumn fields reluctantly, but our hearts are still in the fields.

Chapter 3: Golden Autumn [400 words]

Some people like the vibrant spring, some like the passionate summer, and some like the snowy winter, but I like the fruitful fruits Tired autumn.

Miss Qiu walked into the orchard first, and look! The apple doll became shy, its cheeks were red, like small red lanterns. The persimmon brothers were hanging high on the branches, all vying to see the beautiful scenery in the distance. You pushed me, squeezed, and fought over each other. My whole body was covered in sweat.

The farmer uncle held the red date dolls in his hands, his face was red and he was smiling, thinking: My efforts are not in vain, I will definitely be able to sell them at a good price this year!

Then, Miss Qiu came to the vegetable garden again. With a wave of her sleeves, the vegetable garden became lively! look! Mr. Eggplant is wearing a purple dress and a little purple hat, hanging leisurely on the leaves and sleeping! Over there, the Chaotianjiao sisters are competing for beauty! Some of them are wearing red dresses and dancing gracefully, and some are wearing green dresses and spinning around, so cool! Miss Cucumber is wearing a long green dress and a small yellow flower on her head! It's like dancing.

Then Miss Qiu ran to the field again. She blew a breath, and the field changed its appearance. The rice plants lowered their heads to each other, as if whispering, maybe it would be nice to say autumn again! Looking around, the cotton girl is wearing a white gauze skirt and dancing here! The corn has taken off its green coat and is hung under the eaves by the farmer uncle, like a firecracker, basking in the sun!

Chapter 4: Autumn Leaves [400 words]

The blue sky, in late autumn, is spotless and crystal clear.

Along the winding gravel path, I walked into the autumn woods, and the leaves showed brilliant colors.

Look! Most of the ginkgo leaves beside the pavilion are dressed in yellow, like small fans, fanning away the heat; and like stamps, telling everyone that autumn is coming.

I picked up a sycamore leaf from the ground. The broad leaves curled around due to loss of moisture and turned golden yellow. They were not as green and flat as in spring. The fallen leaves under the trees are like laying a yellow carpet on the ground. The sycamore leaves on the tree are like golden crowns, shining on the branches.

I like the fiery maple leaves the most. From a distance, they look like fiery red fireworks splashing down on the world; up close, they look like little red palms. The maple leaves swayed gently in the wind, as if waving goodbye to people.

If swallows are the messengers of spring, then fallen leaves are the messengers of autumn. When autumn arrives, the leaves have completed their mission, falling silently and returning to the embrace of the earth.

The ground is covered with dead leaves, which are thick and soft and make a "squeaking" sound when stepped on. Ye'er are not willing to be stepped on. Under the "command" of Miss Qiu, they circled around me playfully, sometimes climbing on my shoulders, sometimes kissing my cheeks, and sometimes flying above my head. Under the shining of the autumn sun, it spins and dances lightly, like a butterfly flying, like a bird flying, like a goddess scattering flowers...

I love autumn, and I love autumn leaves even more! Nanshan Autumn Composition in Lueyang in Autumn

The passing light erodes the memory, and the years blur the tears. The maple leaves on the street were spinning in the air and falling to the ground, leaving only an imperceptible afterimage in the air. It was already autumn, and people were busy welcoming the harvest, but the maple leaves that fell into mud only turned into a sound. Another shallow sigh.

Autumn is red. I was born in the autumn. When I opened my eyes and saw the light, I was wrapped in swaddling clothes, full of freshness about unknown things. The crying when I was born witnessed a new life with a pair of weak and warm hands. I hugged me and looked at me with a pair of eyes, full of love and hope. I am a new life, full of vitality. The maple leaves outside the window have grown and become red. At this time, autumn is red, which represents vitality. and hope.

Autumn is blue.

This is my fifth year in this world. My parents are always busy. There are often only my grandfather, grandma and I at home. Grandma always likes to tell me stories that I don’t understand. I just shake my body and want to run away. When I went to grandpa's place, I would always fall to the ground accidentally. I don't know if I was too stupid or too careless. Grandpa would laugh at me. I remember I would pout and wait for him to squat down and hold me. I put aside those hands that had gone through many vicissitudes but were still soft, and took the opportunity to pull his beard, that thick but pale beard, and then quickly ran away, playing a childish game with my grandpa. Every time he caught him, he would Hold me in your arms, the warmth makes me sink. The maple leaves have not yet fallen, and I don’t know what kind of reassuring dance music is composing in the air. Autumn is blue, representing warmth and tenderness.

Autumn is gray. Grandpa's face turned pale, and the maple leaves fell to the ground at the last moment, unobtrusively but gathering the cries of hundreds of people. Grandpa's face was forever frozen in that gray frame. I am a little uncomfortable. There is no more fun. In the whole big house, it is only me and my grandma who is getting quieter. Autumn wind, autumn wind, can you blow away some of my missing for grandpa? The restlessness I feel in my sleep? I always dream about that figure while sleeping, and I can only keep calling out. In the dream, there is a maple tree and a small pond. There are a few maple leaves floating on the small pond. There is no fragrance as before, but they have fallen into mud. I once followed my grandfather's example, scattering broken rice in front of the door, watching the birds flying in the distance, and standing quietly not far away while sipping tea, but I didn't feel like my grandfather did. Autumn is gray, representing melancholy and results.

Time flows, the years beat, and the gliding sound of the years is like the melodious serenade on Van Aling. Flowers of various colors bloom in every autumn. Those footsteps that have been walked are like walking barefoot. On the beach, many days are like the tide flowing over my feet, leaving no trace after receding.

Autumn has all kinds of colors, any color is good, but the graceful beauty turns into a light shadow in the fragrant dreamland. The autumn colors are lingering in the heart, and the autumn colors also condense into wisps of light. The emotion, falling in Mu Ran's eyes looking back, turned into Can Zhu's final disappearance. A 600-word essay on Liuyang’s Autumn

The earliest bridges left in my memory are all small bridges.

?My hometown should be considered a water town. There are many ditches tangled around the small village, and there are also many natural bridges.

?The ditches in my hometown are not wide, only about ten meters. The bridges over the ditches are very simple, usually just two piers at the bottom and a few long wide stone slabs on the top. These stone slabs are not closely arranged, and there is usually a large gap between two stone slabs. But this kind of bridge is quite stable. Although there is no bridge railing, because the ditch is very narrow and the water is not very deep, I don’t feel scared when I stand on the bridge and look at the water flowing under the bridge. Such stone bridges were considered decent bridges in my hometown when I was a child. They were all built on important roads leading from my hometown to the outside world, and had to withstand the traffic of people, vehicles, and animals. Although this stone bridge looks rough, it has withstood the wind and rain of time. Few people in the small village know when these bridges were built, and the stories about these bridges are mostly rumors about people who accidentally slipped on the bridge. Although no one has ever mentioned the long history of this bridge, I can figure it out now in retrospect, because the thick stone slabs on the bridge deck have been severely worn, and the corners of the stone ridges that were originally square have disappeared and become rounded. , they have become the hieroglyphs of the history of the stone bridge. The narrow pores between the two stones must be due to the erosion of rain and snow over time!

?On some country roads, the two sides of the ditch are connected by small bridges built with wooden piles and branches. These bridges are all temporary and do not require much human and financial resources, but they are also difficult to last. Generally, villagers find it inconvenient for some paths to end when they reach the edge of the ditch. To get to the other side, they have to either wade through the water or take a long detour. Wading is okay in summer, but wading in other seasons will be very uncomfortable. Moreover, if you are carrying a heavy load, wading will be even more difficult. 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 organized themselves together and made an agreement with the village to cut down some branches, use the thicker ones to make bridge piles, and the thinner ones to form the bridge deck.

The branches on the bridge deck are spread very thickly. After the branches are laid, a thicker layer of soil is placed on top, and when they are stepped on firmly, the bridge is completed. People walking on this small bridge are stable and very convenient. They no longer have to wade through water or go around far. They will feel fond of this temporary bridge and feel grateful to the people who built it. It's just that the material of this small bridge is too thin. Maybe if an ox cart accidentally passes over the small bridge, the small bridge will be slightly deformed. If there is a heavy rain, the soil on the small bridge will be taken away by the rain, and the bridge will reveal its skeleton. After the rain, a diligent villager will replenish the skin of the small bridge. But the life of the bridge is still too short. Maybe a year later, there will be only some traces left of it and it will no longer be able to fulfill its former mission.

?On some narrow paths that are less traveled by people, you can occasionally see a single-plank bridge beside the ditch. A piece of wood lies alone on the water, looking at the water below him every day, waiting for someone to climb over him. The single-plank bridge always makes people scared. Walking on this bridge will always make you feel frightened and your legs will feel weak. But in order not to wade in the water and not to take a long way around, you can only take risks. I remember that the first time I walked on a single-plank bridge as a child, I was so scared that I rolled and crawled on my hands and feet. When I walked across the bridge, I was covered in sweat. Although it is just a single log bridge, it still fulfills the mission of a bridge and shortens the road, but now such a bridge has disappeared and can no longer be seen!

A 400-word essay on Yueyang’s Autumn

Autumn is here, and in the fields, the corn bends heavily and waves to it; autumn is here, and sorghum is smiling at it with a red face; autumn is here, and sorghum is smiling at it with a red face; Come, the ears of rice are ripe, decorating the fields with golden color. The fields in autumn are like gold, autumn is the season of maturity, and autumn is the season of harvest.

In the orchard in autumn, various fruits hang on the branches. Look at the red apples. They have red faces, like shy little girls, hiding behind the green leaves and refusing to come out. The grapes are covered in purple and hung in bunches on the grape trellis, as if whispering. There are also the yellow pears and the big pomegranates that are so ripe that they are grinning at you. Autumn is the season of maturity, and autumn is the season of fruits and melons.

In the autumn garden, the fragrance of osmanthus floats around with the autumn wind, and chrysanthemums in various shapes are in bloom, decorating the garden with great beauty.

In the autumn forest, the maple leaves are as red as fire. A gust of autumn wind blows, and a few maple leaves swirl and fall from the trees. I pick up a maple leaf from the ground and take it home. , sandwiched in the book, I thought: Are the maple leaves the same red every autumn?

I raised my head and looked at the blue sky and snow-white clouds. The autumn air is crisp and clear. Autumn is here, autumn. Autumn is really here, it’s so beautiful! A 600-word essay on Deyang’s autumn

1. Leisurely reading at Jinghu Lake

In the morning, I climbed to the top of the teaching building and looked into the distance, only to see a line of light mist The silver-white belt

extends to the end of the field of vision. On the other side of the river, it was completely white, with only a few birds flying and playing in the clouds and mist. Sometimes they whisper; sometimes they chase after each other;

Sometimes they touch the water with their toes; sometimes they spread their wings in the air... The buildings on both sides are looming in the mist.

If they appear. At this time, the sky and the water have become one, as if the water is the sky and the sky is the water, and they can no longer be separated.

The mist floats gently, and the entire Deyang has only a hazy outline in the light mist, just like a paradise.

After a while, the light fog dissipated; the entire picture was clearly displayed before our eyes. Several

fishing boats have been parked on the shore, like small boats in Venice. Every household, young and old, come to the river for a walk, bringing with them a sense of leisure and tranquility

and comfort in life. A gust of wind blew by, and a few leaves were swirling, lying slowly on the ground. In this state, I was drunk.

2. Occasionally crossing the street

Autumn in Deyang does not come as late as spring, it is always so fast and catches people by surprise

Unprepared, Chapter 2 One day the sun was shining brightly, and the next day the autumn wind was blowing. A feeling of "always afraid of the autumn season" arises spontaneously. There were very few people on the street, coming and going in a hurry. The expressions on their faces seemed to be frozen by the severe cold. Their hands were tightly holding the autumn clothes wrapped around them. Many shops

also had their doors ajar to block the cold wind blowing in during the bad weather. Even the birds that usually fly around are nowhere to be seen at this time, probably hiding in their nests. The tree statues on both sides of the road

are oracle bone characters that reveal the mountains and dew, which makes people feel a bit of coolness. The leaves of the yellow trees

have been swept away by the wind. I don’t know. Where did it go? Seeing such a desolate scene

I couldn't help but speed up my pace.

3. Walking around the campus

The same wind, the same autumn, but the campus of Deyang No. 5 Middle School is a different scene. Playground

On the playground. Many students are running, long jumping, and doing various exercises... Everyone is full of enthusiasm, sweating profusely, and vows to fight the autumn wind to the end. My clothes were soaked with sweat, and I shivered in the cold autumn wind but never gave up. In the classroom, the students listened attentively to the lectures, answered questions enthusiastically, and actively participated in activities. The autumn wind flowed into the teacher and stirred everyone's hair, but no one was surprised. god. On the campus paths, yellow paths are paved for the students

Among them, there is the sound of reading and all kinds of laughter... lingering for a long time

Around the ears, it drives away the coldness of autumn and brings the warmth of spring.

The night is deep. The yellowish light reflects on the leaves, leaving mottled shadows, as if the earth has been plated with a layer of gold. Figures passed by hiding from the melody of autumn, they were classmates

! They are still concentrating on their studies. Yes, I am from the Fifth Middle School, and I will work hard to win glory for the Fifth Middle School. Although autumn is cold, the enthusiasm of students can make autumn warm. Although autumn is evil,

the ambition of students can make the harsh environment eclipse. There is no difficulty that the fifth middle school students cannot overcome

!

Autumn comes and goes in a hurry, but autumn in Deyang goes extremely slowly. I think, maybe, it

wants to leave a little more of its own footprints in the world. And we still have to follow the footsteps of autumn,

work hard to move forward step by step, and constantly overcome difficulties, bravely climb up, window Shenyang's Autumn Composition 1000

My hometown, Shenyang, is a beautiful and prosperous metropolis. The four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter are distinct throughout the year. Because Shenyang is located in the northeast of my country. The coldness of winter brings us natural northern scenery. I like winter best. Winter always comes with wings. It brings us new hope. Winter is flying with wings, bringing beautiful scenery. It does not have the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers in spring, nor the enthusiasm of summer, nor the abundant fruits of autumn. Winter just silently brings bursts of laughter to people. The biting cold wind howled, snowflakes fell in droves, and the earth turned into a world of pink makeup and jade. Some snowflakes like brown, so they fall on the tiles; some like silver, so they fall on the ground; some fall on my floral clothes, turning into crystal dewdrops, so beautiful! The pieces of snowflakes look like small flowers made of white fluff. When the wind blows, the jade-like snow powder flutters like butterflies, everything is so fascinating. In the field, a piece of silvery white covered the wheat seedlings with a thick snow quilt. You see, "Brother Mai Miao" is sleeping comfortably, just like a child lying in his mother's arms and falling into a sweet dream. There was laughter like silver bells in the campus. It turned out to be friends making snowmen on the playground.

You can see that they are skilled in their movements. After a while, they built a big snowman. But there was no nose. A clever little boy picked up a piece of wood and finally solved the problem. Then, they sang heartily around the snowman, while other companions were throwing snowballs. The snowballs in the air came and went horizontally to form white ribbons, and the laughter echoed throughout the campus. Winter brings pure beauty to the earth and endless fun to crops. I love the pure white winter, and I love my hometown - Shenyang even more! A 600-word essay on Jieyang's autumn

The biting cold wind blew away people's joy of harvest without mercy. The goose-feather snow covered all the noise, and at the same time, it also covered the sunny mood. In the cold wind, " The topic "I hate winter" spread throughout the city with the wind as a carrier, and also reached the ears of Winter himself, but Winter was not sad. She was still so calm and natural. She knew that as time passed day by day, her child—— Spring is coming home soon.

The winter in the story is just like the behind-the-scenes workers in real life, or the "villains" performing on the stage. They are willing to suffer and suffer. As long as the performance goes smoothly, they They think that sweat is nectar; no matter how the director vilifies the negative character, they all believe that it is their responsibility to successfully contrast the positive character. After the scene is over, people often remember which actor performed well on stage, but who can say which actor performed well? The name of the party's chief planner; at the end of the movie, people are talking about the touching scene of the hero saving the beauty, but who cares about how many injuries the "bad guy" suffered for the filming of the "beating".

It is true that the party The highlight of the film is really the performances of the stars. The selling point of the movie is indeed the heroic appearance of the protagonist. But after watching and laughing, don’t forget to bring along the cast and crew behind the scenes. Just in this way, those "winter" people will be very moved.

Winter is coming, can spring be far behind? The philosophy contained in simple words has enlightened generations of people, but I always feel that this is a bit unfair to winter, and it feels like it is persuading You: Just stay up for two more days! If you think about the warmth of spring and the blooming of flowers, this damn winter won’t be so difficult!

But do you know that without heavy snow to keep the land warm, will spring sowing be successful? No Will the spring soil be moist due to the freezing of winter? Without the training of severe winter, will the steps of spring girl be so healthy and firm? Winter is the mother of spring, this is absolutely true. So, I want to pirate Shelley His old man’s words: Without the arrival of winter, there would be no beautiful approach of spring. Winter is a great mother.