Harvest Autumn Second Grade Composition

Everyone has written compositions in study, work or life, and they must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. According to the characteristics of propositional writing, compositions can be divided into propositional compositions and non-propositional compositions. Still at a loss for composition? The following is a sample composition for the second grade of autumn in the harvest season that I compiled for you (selected 10 articles). I hope it can help you. Harvest Autumn Second Grade Composition 1

The autumn girl came wearing a golden coat, covered with dust. Among the fields, mountains, rivers, orchards and flowers, autumn passes through them like a gust of wind, giving people a picture.

The fields were golden, a breeze blew by, and the ears of grain rolled like waves, one after another, as if they were dancing. The sound of the autumn wind is like a happy song, and the farmers' faces are filled with happy smiles. Autumn gives people a picture of a good harvest.

Amidst the mountains and rivers, a rustling autumn wind blew, and the green leaves gradually turned red. Oh, at first glance, the whole mountain is red. As the saying goes, "stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers." What a pleasant scenery! The red leaves were blown by the autumn wind and slowly floated down, one leaf, two leaves... After a while, the road was covered with a layer of leaves. What autumn gives to people is a prosperous painting.

In the orchard, fruit trees stand tall and tall, and a group of children are walking on the paths in the orchard. The trees bear fruits one after another: big red apples, fragrant yellow pears, and attractive bunches of purple grapes hanging from the vines, crystal clear. The orange trees have also produced fruit. The oranges are like small lanterns. People look at them and their mouths water. They can't help but want to pick one and taste it. The harvest orchard exudes bursts of attractive fragrance. Autumn gives people a picture full of fruity fragrance.

Among the flowers, wild chrysanthemums are blooming, and you can see clusters of yellow from a distance, which is eye-catching but not dazzling. These flowers are always so elegant, confident and persistent, with a hint of loneliness in their arrogance, and quite the character of Qiushui Yiren. Seen from a distance, the wild chrysanthemums are ordinary, even a little shy, not the beauty and fragrance you want; when you leave, you can't help but miss them and linger in your heart. This feeling is very subtle and indescribable. . The light yellow flowers, dark green leaves, and slender vines are still the same. The wind blows, swaying, or nodding slightly, or turning sideways, just like a willow swaying in the wind. In an instant, he was standing pretty again, tilting his head, with a slight smile, and looking at you from the corner of his eyes and eyebrows. He had an excellent temperament. What I give to people in autumn is a painting of a beautiful woman.

Ah! A harvest painting, a prosperous painting, a fruity painting, and a beautiful painting constitute a colorful autumn. This is a beautiful gift from Miss Qiu, and this gift is intoxicating. Harvest Autumn Second Grade Composition 2

The dream is so simple, so confusing, her inadvertent appearance brought me to the dream world...

Like a fairy tale, A plump fruit hangs on a towering tree that seems to be a thousand years old. The thinnest branches are as thick as an adult's arm. However, it bends slightly under the weight of this heavy fruit. Next to the tree is a hill covered with light green grass. Looking from the hill, the golden wheat fields reflect the beautiful sunshine...

While I was intoxicated with everything, I was surprised to find: I It was actually hung high on the branch, and I became the huge and plump fruit! Standing on the high branches, facing everything full of mysterious colors and the joyful atmosphere of autumn harvest, I felt inexplicably excited. A gust of cool wind blew towards me, causing my heavy body to sway like a pendulum on the branches. I couldn't help but worry about whether the branches could bear my weight and whether my pedicles could continue to support my body.

I am not afraid of falling. Because the land is still filled with the atmosphere of autumn harvest, perhaps, being close to the earth will make me realize the meaning of autumn harvest more deeply.

At this time, an idea suddenly passed through my mind. Human life is not just like the four seasons. Human childhood is like spring, with a slightly gentle and slow rhythm.

At that time, the rain was a soft drizzle, and the wind was a moist and soft wind. Then, people enter the hot summer period from youth to middle age. There is full of scorching sun exposure, and the daily efforts seem to be silently following the rising temperature from early summer to midsummer. The rising temperature is equivalent to the increasing test and difficulty of life. In this season, the wind is a violent storm, even a typhoon or hurricane; the rain is a heavy downpour that can soak you to the core. The constant storms are just like the setbacks on a journey full of ups and downs in life!

However, wind, rain, and sunshine gave me mature muscles and bones; sunshine and sunshine gave me mature handsomeness; wind, rain, sunshine, and heat made me a full heart in the autumn moon. fruit!

Only after experiencing the trial of summer can the warm and wheat-scented autumn greet you ahead!

At this moment, I woke up and walked out of the harvest autumn. I realized that I was now in the summer of struggle, and one test after another was waiting for me. I will move forward bravely into the harvest autumn and become that fruit again! Harvest Autumn Second Day Composition 3

You must remember the good times of the year, the most orange and green. In the twinkling of an eye, Miss Qiu came slowly blowing the cool breeze. In order to welcome the arrival of the autumn girl, the leaves have also been changed into colorful makeup. The fields are full of harvest atmosphere.

In the orchard, the apples showed their red cheeks, like a shy girl in her cardamom years; the yellow pears were hanging all over the branches, looking from a distance, they looked like lanterns, decorated with lanterns, as if There is a big party; the bunches of purple grapes are bending the grape trellis, and the crystal clear grapes are like pearl agate, which makes people salivate; the pomegranates are blushing and comparing their beauty with the persimmons. Pomegranate said that its fruit is edible and can be admired like a flower. More importantly, it has the effect of clearing away heat and digesting food. Not to be outdone, persimmon said that it is not only beautiful and delicious, but can also be brewed into vinegar; The orange on the side was not happy when he heard this. He said angrily: What is there to show off! Not only is it delicious, but it also has a lot of juice. It can be made into juice drinks, fruit platters, or canned food suitable for all ages, and can be eaten all year round. When the farmer uncle heard this, his eyes narrowed with a smile: You are all my treasures. Looking at your bright smiling faces, I know that this year will be another bumper harvest.

To the east of the field, who are those majestic warriors carrying swords? When I got closer, I saw it was Brother Corn. I saw them lined up in rows, pairs, neatly lined up, all of them heroic, like natural barriers in the rice fields, protecting their territory. To the west of the field, the sorghum smiled and turned red, bending over. It turned out that Doudou next to him was telling a joke. As Doudou was telling it, he laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe. His mouth was so wide that his teeth almost fell out. Zhima looked at it, clapped her hands, and accidentally grabbed sister Hongshu's braid next to her. Sister Hongshu screamed in anger, and the green braids all over the floor seemed to have put Mother Earth in a green cotton-padded jacket. Listen, someone is talking. If you listen carefully, it turns out that Mother Peanut is educating her babies, telling them not to be naughty and playful, and to absorb nutrients quickly, so that they can grow a few more pounds of meat before the farmer uncle comes.

The fields in autumn are so beautiful. There are laughter, singing and dancing. They are full of joy, playing the notes of harvest, and playing chapters of joy. I dedicate my most beautiful self to the farmer uncle. I love this autumn of harvest. ! Harvest Autumn Second Grade Composition 4

Today, my father and mother took me back to my hometown. Take a look at the autumn harvest.

Back on the mountain, as soon as I got off the car, I smelled the fragrance of earth. I think this is the smell of the mountains. Looking around, I found that the changes were so great. The ground was covered with golden corn, and red peppers hung on the walls. Everyone held sweet fruits in their hands and looked at the harvest scene with a smile.

After lunch at my uncle’s house, we came to a field on the mountain. The ground was full of peanuts. I bent down and pulled up one tree. I was surprised to find that there were peanuts on this tree. There are dozens of peanuts. The newly pulled out peanuts look like chubby little dolls that haven’t woken up yet. They are so cute! So we harvested a lot of peanuts.

There was a green plant in the field next to the peanut field. My mother asked me: "What is that?" I took a closer look and saw that it was a field of peppers. The peppers were green, half green and half green. Red, and bright red. The red one looks like an angry little lion. It's so spicy just by looking at it. As a result, we harvested a lot of peppers.

At this time, my sister ran over and asked us to pick persimmons. We followed her on a small path and passed through a pepper field. We saw a tall persimmon tree, which was full of persimmons. I bent over and looked at the red persimmons, and I couldn't help but salivate. I quickly picked a soft one, peeled it off and ate it. I ate three of them in one go. It was so sweet! The delicious juice flowed to my chin. I licked it and it was sweet to my heart. Just when I was having endless aftertaste, everyone had already picked a lot of persimmons. When I left to go home, I also picked up a big melon. What an unexpected harvest! Everyone also gave us many pumpkins. Looking at this beautiful scene, I was thinking about leaving. At this time, I felt very uncomfortable.

After leaving here, we went to another place to buy tomatoes. When we arrived at someone’s house, we found many tomatoes on the ground. When my father and mother went to pick tomatoes, I went to play with the tomatoes. . Looking at these red elves, I couldn't help but laugh. I found the biggest one and the smallest one to compare them with. I was so happy when I saw the juice flowing under the skin of the tomatoes and their red flesh!

On the way home, I looked at peanuts, pumpkins, persimmons, and tomatoes. My heart is blooming with joy, today is really a bumper harvest! Harvest Autumn Second Day Composition 5

"Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers." Whenever I read this poem, the beautiful scenery of autumn appears in my mind In front of you.

The orchard is very lively, and the farmer uncles are picking fruits in an nervous and orderly manner. The cracks of the pomegranate are like a little baby's smiling mouth, the red apples are like the red face of a child, the bunches of grapes are like crystal clear purple pearls, and the big ducks are Pears are like big gourds hanging on the treetops.

The scenery in the woods is also very beautiful. A breeze blew, and the leaves kept swaying, as if waving its little hands to us. A few maple leaves fell slowly, like butterflies dancing. From a distance, the fallen leaves on the ground look like a pile of fiery red flames.

In the field, the ears of grain are curved like those sickles. The long ears of hair on the corn are like grandpa's beard. Some sweet potatoes are thin in the middle and fat at the ends, like an "8", and some are round, like a golden ball. Blossoms of cotton seem to be white clouds. The red sorghum looks like a drunken man with a red face.

Look! The garden is full of chrysanthemums, red like fire, yellow like gold, white like snow, pink like clouds... They look even more charming against the backdrop of green leaves. On the whole, it looks like a flower carpet. The pink chrysanthemum holds its head high and its bean sprout-like petals are tightly clustered together. From a distance, it looks like a small pom-pom and a big family sitting around. Discuss something together. Look there again, clusters of chrysanthemums are piled together, listening to Teacher Qiufeng telling them stories! Seeing them holding their heads high, chests puffed out, and sitting upright, they probably all want to be praised by Teacher Qiufeng! The beautiful chrysanthemums exude an alluring fragrance. Everyone has to bend down and smell it when they get here. It seems that they have absorbed enough oxygen. When they stand up, they feel relaxed and happy, and they look so energetic when they walk. Grandpa Chen Yi once wrote a poem praising Qiuju: Qiuju can be proud of the frost, but the wind and frost are heavy and evil. It is cold-resistant and can resist wind and frost.

Indeed, although the chrysanthemum is not as graceful and luxurious as the peony, not as charming and charming as the rose, and not as noble and elegant as the lily, its proud spirit is indeed lovable.

Autumn is so beautiful! As a poem says: "You must remember the good times of the year, the most orange and green." Harvest Autumn Second Day Composition 6

Golden October is a harvest season. Today, the teacher will take us to see the fields after the harvest.

Early in the morning, we set off happily. I am looking forward to going to the countryside and fields. As a child who grew up in the city, I have been thinking along the way: The countryside must be beautiful! Are harvest fields golden? Can you pick corn in the field with your friends?

Arrived! arrive! We finally arrived at our destination. The children in the village who were waiting for us at the entrance of the village immediately came up to us and enthusiastically thrust into our hands the fresh apples, pomegranates and pears they had just picked from the fruit trees. I took a big red apple and took a bite. It was so sweet!

As soon as I entered the village, I saw the busy scene of people harvesting: some people were busy loading the golden corn into the car, and some people were drying the harvested grain on the roof, and also Some people are harvesting rice in the distant fields... Everyone is very busy, and some are so tired that they are sweating profusely, but the joy of harvest puts a happy smile on everyone's face. At this time, the mother chicken also brought her children to join in the fun. They were eating the corn kernels scattered on the ground, and while eating, they screamed "coo-coo", as if to say: "It's a good harvest! It's a good harvest!"

At this time, I saw a girl with big eyes and a ponytail carrying a basket and preparing to go to the orchard to pick fruits. We really wanted her to take us with us, and she smiled and readily agreed. On the way, we walked and talked, and she told us her name was Xiaoying. I asked: "Xiaoying, Xiaoying, is this year's harvest good?" "Oh, this year's harvest is very good!" Xiaoying smiled and answered me in thick Henan dialect. I think not only Xiaoying is very happy, but her parents must be even happier. It’s another harvest year, so I’ll definitely celebrate it!

Soon we arrived at the orchard. The trees were covered with red apples, yellow pears, red agate-like sweet dates, and ripe persimmons were also hung like little red lanterns. branches. Not far away are green vegetable gardens and golden cornfields. There are bags of corn, baskets of persimmons, and baskets of red dates harvested on the roadside, waiting for their owners to load them into trucks and transport them to the city!

Time flies so fast, it’s time for us to go. Xiaoying knew that I was about to leave, so she quickly packed a bag of fruit for me. She waved her hand and sent us to the car, and I waved to her reluctantly.

The harvest fields are so beautiful! The harvest scene is really unforgettable! Harvest Autumn Second Grade Composition 7

Autumn is like a precious golden key, opening the door to a rich harvest. You see, the mountains and plains are covered with gold, like a golden carpet.

This is a small farmyard. At the entrance of the yard, chicks wearing snow-white clothes are looking for food leisurely. The yard is golden, with piles of yellow corn, like a small golden mountain. The old people string the corn into strings and hang them on the walls, pillars, and wooden frames. The air is filled with the fragrance of corn. There are a lot of corn with husks on the ground, and the family is busy peeling the corn. Corn cobs are like timid dolls wrapped tightly in small quilts and sleeping sweetly. In order to allow every golden corn to be dried as soon as possible, the family is busy peeling off the coat of the corn, revealing the golden corn kernels arranged neatly. Like golden beans, they are particularly attractive under the sunlight. Suddenly, the kitten jumped out of nowhere, ran over, and immediately jumped into the middle of a pile of freshly peeled corn kernels. It couldn't get out of the pile of corn for a long time. The yard was full of laughter, enjoying the joy of the harvest. The women put the shelled corn kernels on the cement floor, so that the whole yard was filled with corn kernels, as numerous as stars in the sky. The sun is like a fireball, dissipating heat towards the earth.

The young men also carried a few shelled corn kernels in their hands. They carefully climbed up the ladder to the roof and carefully scattered the corn kernels in their hands on the roof. The corn kernels basked in the sun and looked like He looked very proud and said to the corn kernels below: "Look at me, I'm so high up." It was so majestic. Look at the children who are also happily helping with the work, but he is too young. He is carrying a basket full of freshly peeled corn kernels and they fall out while walking. Involuntarily, he attracts a group of cute little pigeons outside the house who are pecking at the corn kernels. grain. In the sky, beautiful birds are also chirping, they seem to be saying: "Autumn is here, the corn is ripe!

People are so happy! Look at the vegetable garden behind the small farmhouse, it is also the same. The scene of a rich harvest, the lush and tender vegetables cover the fields, the tomatoes are snoring, and even the eggplant girl is wearing purple clothes, which is really cute. The radishes are sticking out of the ground, the Chinese cabbage is like a fat baby, the cucumber is so green that it is dripping with water, groups of bees are singing in low voices, and pairs of butterflies are dancing on the golden cauliflower.

Autumn is here. How colorful!

How glorious you are!

How noble you are!

You are not only a beautiful season, but also a harvest season. I want to thank autumn, because autumn brings us food and fills the world with beauty. Harvest Autumn Second Grade Composition 8

Autumn hides behind summer and arrives quietly. It was neatly sitting in the corner with a sly smile, thinking that people would not find it, but it left its footprints everywhere.

When autumn entered the orchard, the peach tree became lively. They all produce fruits that are large or small, fat or thin, hidden or visible under the green and yellow leaves, and some of the peaches have turned dark red, and some have even turned dark red. Purple brown. There is no doubt that they are ripe, making people want to take a big bite.

"Dad, big peaches! "Hearing the sound, he looked up and saw a plump and juicy peach dotted on the highest point of the peach tree in front of him. The peel was dark yellow. Under the sun, the peach appeared translucent, and even the peach core was visible. The plump peach juice was like To break through the peach skin and spurt out, "Dad!" I want to eat a big peach! I want a big peach! "The child's father frowned slightly, looked down at his child again, opened his mouth but said nothing, just nodded vigorously. He moved the ladder, tried it, but couldn't reach it; then he took the bamboo pole. I even shook the tree trunk gently... but it didn't work. I had to bite the bullet, grab the branch with both hands, and move up little by little. Fortunately, the trunk of the tree was short, so the child's father climbed up the trunk without much effort and headed towards the bottom of the tree. The child waved. He did not continue to climb up, but looked up at the end of the branch and stepped hard with his toes, but the weather was not good. "In the scene where Zhu Bajie goes to Gao Laozhuang to snatch his wife, a strong wind suddenly blows. The peach tree full of peaches and the father of the child are shaking in the air, as if there is another knot on the peach tree. A ginseng doll. I thought the child's father would stop picking peaches, but he bent his knees and moved his hand along the branch inch by inch, and then used his hands and feet to fold it again. The child's body opened inch by inch. One by one, the child's father's body was completely spread out on the small tree branch. The wind blew again. The child's father, who was just about to take a breath, hugged the tree branch and intertwined his legs like a child. The two pliers clamped his body back and forth on the branch. His clumsy posture looked like a caterpillar. "Uncle, give me the pole and try again." After some tossing, the child finally ate the juicy peach.

Watching the father and son walking away from each other hand in hand, familiar scenes flashed by: late at night, my parents carried me through the emergency room with my broken head; my father queued up to register in the cold wind; my mother took me to the hospital during the holidays. Appreciating the mountains and rivers of the motherland...

Thinking of this, I seem to have eaten that plump, juicy and loving peach... Harvest Autumn Second Grade Composition 9

Someone I like spring when a hundred flowers bloom, some people like summer when the sun is as bright as fire, and some people like winter when snow falls, but I like autumn when the air is crisp and the harvest is abundant. Autumn is not like the heat of summer, the ruthlessness of winter, or the mystery of spring, but it is full of hope and joy. We often admire the warmth of spring, the vitality of winter, and the passion of summer, but sometimes we forget the most moving thing - autumn. The spring wind makes people sleepy; the summer wind makes people feel hot and uncomfortable; the winter wind makes people feel bitingly cold. Only the autumn wind makes people feel refreshed. It is neither hot nor cold, and can make people sober up.

The earth is covered with a layer of autumn's decadent atmosphere, the leaves are gradually turning yellow, and it is not yet time for the fallen leaves to fly. As a fallen leaf falls from the tree, like a spirited butterfly, it hovers and dances in the air, dancing gracefully. Autumn is here. Autumn is so beautiful. The autumn wind blows gently and makes a small sound, like a little girl playing the piano and playing beautiful music for us. Autumn is always a cup of tea that you can’t get enough of. Autumn is always an unfinished movement. The next note is thought-provoking, making you sing and touching the most subtle complex in your heart.

Autumn is here, the leaves on the trees are yellow, and the yellow leaves are like a bird resting on the tree; the leaves fall in the air like birds, and the leaves sparsely fall on the ground like sleeping; and those adults The pieces fell to the ground in pieces, just like putting new golden clothes on the earth.

In autumn, the rice in the fields is yellow and mature. The rice is golden in color. Light yellow, golden yellow, and deep yellow cover the fields, far and near, deep and shallow. A gust of autumn wind blew by, and the rice waves rolled one after another, creating layers of golden ripples. Nearby, the farmer uncles were rushing to harvest. Behind them, bundles of rice ears were neatly arranged in stacks like patches of golden ocean. The sky is blue, like an endless sea. This is the day that the farmer uncle has been looking forward to for a long time. It is the day of harvest for the farmer uncle. The farmer uncle will definitely bring a sickle to harvest the rice. This feeling of joy cannot be described in words. At this time, the fruits are also ripe. Looking at these fruits, your heart and mouth will definitely become greedy, and your saliva will flow out. The orchard is full of fruits. Apple trees, persimmon trees, and pear trees are all full of fruit if you don’t let me or I don’t let you. Look, the apples are showing their red cheeks; the persimmon trees are like hanging red lanterns; the pears are yellow and hanging heavily on the branches, as if they are going to break the branches; the crystal clear, round grapes are like Purple pearls hang down from the grape trellis, making people salivate...

Autumn is a harvest season that gives people hope! I love the harvest autumn! Harvest Autumn Second Grade Composition 10

In the early morning, I opened my eyes, and the chirping birds were already standing on the branches and began to sing. The soft morning breeze brought me a burst of fragrance, and then there was a "rustling" sound, and my curiosity led me out of the door.

I rubbed my eyes, and the blurry world was gradually defeated by clarity. I saw a pile of corn, golden, and my hen ran over and "cluck-dong..." ate the corn kernels that fell on the ground. "Yao Yao, you're up." I walked a few steps and saw that grandma was tying corn in the lower yard. Moreover, some corn was already on the eaves. My brother and father were peeling corn kernels next to grandma. Grandpa put the peeled corn kernels Place it on the cement floor. In this way, these corn kernels are exposed to the sun, and they look quite proud. Suddenly, the kitten jumped out of nowhere, ran over, and immediately jumped into the middle of a pile of freshly peeled corn kernels. I laughed so hard that I couldn’t stand up: This kid came to cause trouble, but instead he was in the middle of the pile of corn kernels. Can't get out.

By noon, the yard was full of corn kernels, as numerous as stars in the sky.

The sun is like a fireball, dissipating heat to the earth. Grandma, brother and father have moved under the eaves, and so have we. Only the arrogant cat is jumping around in the corn. At this time, grandpa took a wooden thing that looked like Zhu Bajie's rake and moved it around in the corn. This made the corn kernels more even and exposed them all to the sun. The corn hanging on the eaves is the same.

But where did so much corn come from? In the afternoon, my father and grandfather were going to harvest corn again. When they pushed the cart on the road, I followed them. Go down, cross the road, walk along the road to the right, then turn left and you're there. The land here is really big. Looking at it from the river dam behind, it's dozens of square meters. Looking at the corn again, there are only a dozen rods left. There are corn stalks everywhere after the corn stalks have been cut.

After returning home, it was getting late and we all fell asleep. The wind gently caressed the branches. The small mountain village that had been noisy all day returned to its previous silence, and the atmosphere of autumn harvest was everywhere.