[Excellent Composition] Autumn is touching

Composition 1: "[excellent composition] autumn is touching" 600 words autumn is touching.

Autumn is always accompanied by continuous rain. Although it lacks the charm of spring, the noise of summer and the silence of winter, it is a poem and a song for hardworking people to read and sing.

Autumn is a poem. Do you remember the red leaves covered with branches in autumn? It is always shivering in the wind, reflecting the sun, and it seems to be a small sun, trying to show people the golden style of autumn. If autumn is only golden, it won't have so much charm. It also has blue, that kind of downright blue. The autumn sky is always regarded as "the most beautiful sky" by painters, which is strange because it has the kind of blue that other seasons can't think of. Compared with sea water, it is lighter and quieter; Compared with sapphire, it is thicker and more dynamic. So I can't compare the autumn sky with seawater and sapphire, which will destroy its beauty and brilliance. I can't help but think of Mr. Zhu Ziqing's sentence in the article "Green": Cute, what can I compare with you? When a poet sees beautiful scenery, he is often full of poetry, but how can he feel nothing in the face of such a beautiful autumn? Autumn is the season of poetry, autumn is poetry! It can be a beautiful and moving poem, even without words.

Of course, autumn is also a song, a harvest song. Whenever you travel in autumn, do you notice the golden rice fields along the road? Do you notice the farmers' narrow eyes and small mouths? In autumn, farmers always carry heavy crops with tears in their eyes? Their heads are filled with not only crops, but also their blood and sweat, their hearts! Only real workers can feel this kind of touch and joy. Isn't autumn a song? It writes its own music with that touching melody and its own words with that joyful scene.

Qiu, you are a poem and a song. Your poems praise truth, goodness and beauty; Your song celebrates giving and receiving. Your real autumn, you don't need flowers to dress yourself up, you don't need the scorching sun to infect others, and you don't need snow to cover yourself. Your vast space is deep, intoxicating and moving!

Composition 2: "Autumn is moved in that autumn" 1600 words Autumn is moved in that autumn.

Moved to leave the hot summer in that autumn, and left a few hurried footprints in the barren autumn, which was the short and hurried opening of our senior three life.

Autumn, this depressing season is suffocating. The cold wind is wrapped in the sadness of fallen leaves, and the endless yellow leaves are flying, which is the worry of our pen flying; The infinitely magnified scene in the distance is our unpredictable future. With a little fear and a little sadness, we walk in the team of surpassing and being surpassed.

Today's cold wind is still so cold, and our drooping foreheads are our most helpless submission. When my footsteps are rapidly changing back and forth with the rhythm of the public, my outstretched right foot is blocked by something at once, and my foot is consciously taken back without waiting for repeated processing by the brain. Under the low line of sight, I saw a pair of gray old sneakers standing, and their bodies were seriously tilted, which really looked like the word "people". At that time, the pent-up depression and irritability seemed to be ignited by this anger. I bit my lip and looked up with something ferocious. But the scene recorded by my eyes was suddenly printed in my heart and became a profound commemoration that I treasured all my life. I saw a thin little boy, in rags, with an empty bowl beside him. He held a small red brick tightly in his hand and held it on his forehead. He has a pair of clear and bright eyes, his head held high, and his eyes are firm and hesitant. When he saw my fierce eyes, there was an indescribable fear in his eyes, but he didn't seem to be used to this unfriendly treatment. At the moment when my eyes met, my righteousness seemed a little weak. Faced with such a helpless teenager, he has experienced countless times.

After the ridicule, I can only think of using that cold stone to resist the indifference from the outside world and try my best to call back even a little respect and concern. Unconsciously, the inner resentment was washed away by this sudden touch. It spread the return of human nature and shocked a heart that has not been touched for a long time. Finally, my eyes filled with tears.

Comments: This competition composition in the examination room can write a sense of urgency and describe my special feelings when I met a little boy in a bad mood. Psychological activities are more delicate, emotions are more abundant, and they have certain appeal. Moved that autumn: Small guests in the class Today, there are two small guests in the class-a pair of parrots. A pair of small flesh-colored paws clutched the pole tightly. Their colors are bright, their feathers are yellow and their faces are slightly blue. Physiologically, they are all black and yellow. Their belly feathers are yellow-green, just like wearing yellow-green shirts. ...

My beloved "Little Pig" My beloved "Little Pig" I have a shiny "Little Pig". It can't run or jump. It sits quietly on my desk all day. It is a ceramic piggy bank, and I like it very much. "Little pig" has a round head, two smiling eyes, a whole body of golden hair, shining like gold.

Cactus My family has a cactus. Although covered with thorns, it is still useful ~ connected like a slap in the face. Needle-thin thorns grow on the pale green epidermis. Spring has come, and it stands upright as if a general were attacking the Forbidden City. In summer, the cactus blooms, yellow and purple? Colorful, beautiful.

My pencil box I have a beautiful and exquisite pencil box, which is made of iron.

The pencil box is a cuboid, 22 cm long, 6 cm wide and 3 cm thick. Especially delicate, especially the cute little animals on the lid, especially pleasing, and its price is not expensive. Look! The sea world on the lid of the box is full of joy.

There is a yacht on my desk. This yacht is unique in shape, exquisite in structure, antique and has the national style of Venice, Italy. This gorgeous yacht is made of plastic, with a length of 40cm, a width of10cm and a height of15cm. Consists of a hull and a base.

Jiang's old friend said, "The number of swords is huge, and the names of pearls are luminous. If it is really Li Nai, the mustard and ginger in the dish are very heavy. " This shows how important ginger is in ancient times ~ ginger belongs to the ginger family and looks like ginseng. But from the bottom, it's like a blooming flower, beautiful ~ don't think it's just beautiful without real kung fu. Then you are wrong ~ he is hiding something.

My Moore Manor My favorite game this summer is Moore Manor. Don't believe me, let me introduce you ~ Moore Manor is a very happy and wonderful children's online virtual paradise. The theme of the paradise is: health, happiness, creation and sharing.

My new stationery bag My new stationery bag Let me guess a riddle for you first: It's a square bag filled with pencils and erasers. It is everyone's good partner. Ask it to help you when you study. Do you know what this is? By the way, it's a stationery bag. Yesterday, Aunt Li Ni in my mother's office gave me a new stationery bag.

Composition 3: "Autumn Touching (reprint)" 600 words autumn touching

Autumn is a mature and moving season. The cool autumn wind makes people refreshed and positive. The sky of mood seems to follow the sunshine.

Coming to a brand-new campus and this strange and intimate world, I really don't know what language to use to express my strong spiritual feelings. My ideological vision has become flexible and magnificent, and I live in the touch of "the shadows are shallow and the fragrance floats at dusk" every day.

Here, I am bathed in the cleanest and warmest sunshine in my life. The leaders here are amiable; The teachers here respect each other like guests; Very talented people, parents of students here; The students here are radiant ... Oh, I try to embrace and care for all the beautiful things.

Perhaps, as Bing Xin said, I dare not say what is touched, but I want to say what is touched. Moved by a pair of clear and bright eyes in class, I seem to see myself in those days; Moved by the dim light, waiting for the students to return outside the school gate; Touched the children and praised: the teacher is like Snow White, both gentle and amiable. ...

Or, moving is the two roses of Teacher's Day; Parents visit from time to time; It is the eyes and questions that children care about when they are sick; A look, a gesture, a smile. ...

Lao She was stunned by a sparrow, but I was moved by this brand-new thing. Move with the wind, gallop freely, where it lives, a tired heart can find the best exit; Moved like rain, natural and unrestrained, pouring at will, leaving fresh breath and happy notes. ...

Live in touch, cynically complain, like wildfire, live in touch, no matter how tired you are, you can find peace and tranquility here. Let the touch stay in your heart, and you will find that there are so many beautiful mountains and rivers and the world is so beautiful.

I think, in the harvest season, I should run a simple and firm educational life more happily and make some achievements in order to live up to the unforgettable autumn feelings!

Composition 4: "Touched by Autumn" 600 words in late autumn, the cold wind roared and roared. The yellow leaves on the tree reluctantly fell and kept rolling in the air. This land is golden. A gust of wind swept in and my face hurt like a needle.

The street is deserted, only a few passers-by, and the shops are closed. The wind seems to be getting stronger. I tightened my clothes. At this time, a mother and son caught my attention.

A delicate mother trudged with her child on her back. The child was pale, frowning and sobbing. "Don't cry! Do not cry! It will arrive soon! " A gentle voice came into my eardrum. Another gust of wind struck, and the child couldn't help shivering, and the mother's face showed an anxious look. Unconsciously accelerated the pace, a stumble, the mother almost fell, her hands tightly holding the child's legs, hard to send the child up. "Better?" Mother was panting. Say to yourself: "Soon!" It seems to comfort children and comfort themselves.

Looking at the back of the mother and son slowly away. A warm current suddenly passed through my heart. The photos gradually became clear. ...

At the entrance of the kindergarten, I cried and refused to go in, and my mother rubbed her hands anxiously. I cried even louder, and my mother finally made up her mind, "Mom will stay with you for another day! Good, good! "

Bang, I slammed the door. Lying in bed angrily, covering her head with a mask. My mother humiliated me in front of my classmates. I swear I'll never talk to her again. The autumn wind is as tight as a moment, and the leaves are "rushing", which disturbs my thoughts and makes me upset. I don't know how long it took, but the door was pushed open and the thick smell of milk floated in. Instantly melted the ice in my heart, two lines of tears slowly flowed out.

Mothers all over the world are like this, silently paying for their children. Just like the roots of a tree are buried deep underground, but they contribute nutrients selflessly. Even, sometimes I'd rather be implicated, I'd rather suffer myself than let my children get a little hurt.

Autumn is a happy season. Although cold, it is full of warmth.

Sixth grade: Gao Zhihang

Composition 5: "Touched, my autumn" 800 words touched, my autumn.

Class 1 of Yixing Experimental Middle School (14) Huang Junyi

school holiday in autumn

The moment the autumn leaves landed, I was deeply moved.

The night wind blows, the night rain falls, and the fallen leaves are scattered all over the floor, like a golden carpet. In the morning, I got up under the tree. In my spare time, another autumn wind blew. Fallen leaves attracted my attention: lying on the ground is so relaxed, comfortable and quiet.

Without a trace of care, without a trace of regret, autumn leaves just lie quietly, quietly lying in the arms of Mother Earth. Suddenly I remembered a poem that once haunted me: Life is as bright as spring flowers and death is as beautiful as autumn leaves.

How rare ~

Why do people mourn the yellow leaves? I admire and I am moved. Autumn leaves, falling, are its destination, and it is its responsibility to "turn into spring mud to protect flowers". Green in summer is its heyday. It should work hard, strive actively and try its best to show its vitality. And in autumn, I returned home quietly and smartly, and threw myself into it without hesitation. How free and easy it was. What should have been owned once, and what should be brilliant is also brilliant. What can't be put down and cut?

Little fallen leaves, I am deeply moved by you. Falling naturally, how beautiful, returning to the tranquility and leisure of the past.

Autumn flowers

It's not late autumn yet. I'm still wearing a light coat, and the chrysanthemums are not in bloom, but some of them are full, like a sleepy child trying to open his childish eyes. My heart is full of expectations.

I happened to see a half-opened A Man Called Autumn Flower under someone's corner the other day. Look, this little flower has really opened its petals. It seems that no one cares. The flowerpot is half a pottery basin, and there is only a handful of soil in it. Chrysanthemum roots have grown to the ground outside, a little crooked, especially dazzling in the dark green grass in early autumn, red, holy and warm.

At that moment, I was deeply moved by A Man Called Autumn Flower, who opened in the corner in the early autumn:

Colorful spring is beautiful, warm and unrestrained, tempting people's eager hearts. Autumn flowers, full of charm in the strong wind, can withstand the baptism of wind and rain, not more beautiful,

Flowers are like this, people are like this, autumn is a person, autumn is a person, autumn is a person in your heart ~ the beauty of this life, just like autumn, is emitting the vitality of autumn, with a touch of flowers, blooming in people's hearts.

Let's go to see autumn. My heart was deeply moved in autumn: like autumn leaves, autumn has gone and will come again, just wait quietly; Like autumn flowers, learn to meet the coming winter. My autumn, living in my heart, always mentions my heart.

Learn to face it.

Composition 6: "Touched by Autumn" 600 words Autumn is always accompanied by continuous rain. Although it lacks the charm of spring, the noise of summer and the silence of winter, it is a poem and a song for hardworking people to read and sing.

Autumn is a poem. Do you remember the red leaves covered with branches in autumn? It is always shivering in the wind, reflecting the sun, and it seems to be a small sun, trying to show people the golden style of autumn. If autumn is only golden, it won't have so much charm. It also has blue, that kind of downright blue. The autumn sky is always regarded as "the most beautiful sky" by painters, which is strange because it has the kind of blue that other seasons can't think of. Compared with sea water, it is lighter and quieter; Compared with sapphire, it is thicker and more dynamic. So I can't compare the autumn sky with seawater and sapphire, which will destroy its beauty and brilliance. I can't help but think of Mr. Zhu Ziqing's sentence in the article "Green": Cute, what can I compare with you? When a poet sees beautiful scenery, he is often full of poetry, but how can he feel nothing in the face of such a beautiful autumn? Autumn is the season of poetry, autumn is poetry! It can be a beautiful and moving poem, even without words.

Of course, autumn is also a song, a harvest song. Whenever you travel in autumn, do you notice the golden rice fields along the road? Do you notice the farmers' narrow eyes and small mouths? In autumn, farmers always carry heavy crops with tears in their eyes ... their heads are filled with not only crops, but also their blood and sweat, their hearts! Only real workers can feel this kind of touch and joy. Isn't autumn a song? It writes its own music with that touching melody and its own words with that joyful scene.

Qiu, you are a poem and a song. Your poems praise truth, goodness and beauty; Your song celebrates giving and receiving. Your real autumn, you don't need flowers to dress yourself up, you don't need the scorching sun to infect others, and you don't need snow to cover yourself. Your vast space is deep, intoxicating and moving!

Composition 7: 600 words touching seventh grade composition autumn 1000 words touching seventh grade composition autumn 600 words.

Autumn is moved: 600 words for the seventh grade composition.

One drop, two drops, three drops ... raindrops appeared in front of my eyes ~ they came to this world like children ~ one after another. I leaned against the railing of the windowsill ~ looked at the distant world through the bright window ~ somehow ~ I felt a little sad. At this time, I was full of thoughts ~ thinking of my elderly grandmother who was alone at home.

On Sunday ~ because my father was not at home ~ my mother took me to my grandmother's house for a meal ~ I said it was a meal ~ in fact, I also knew that I was kind enough to visit my grandmother. My mother and I talked and laughed all the way ~ happy or not: laughter also attracted many people's attention. Tell jokes for a while ~ tell her interesting things that happened at school for a while ~ stand on tiptoe to compete with her for a while ~ mom is listening carefully. In this way ~ we took the bus ~ to grandma's house. When we were still at home, we called grandma and said we were going to her house ~ I could hear her voice was very excited. When we rang the doorbell downstairs, we heard her calling my nickname loudly. On hearing this familiar and kind voice, I immediately ran into the open door and gave a big hug. I still remember the smile on my grandmother's wrinkled face when I first set foot in her house.

It's time for lunch ~ grandma is at home ~ she made us some braised chicken, thin mushroom soup and dried tofu ... but she usually doesn't want to buy her own food.

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After dinner ~ my mother and I are going to go shopping in the supermarket with my grandmother. We walked together in the rain ~ the autumn wind blew slightly ~ the plane blades that were floating in the air were hit by heavy raindrops on the wet ground. Because grandma's leg is not good recently ~ so we walk slowly. I didn't bring an umbrella from home ~ I just ran back and forth between grandma's and mom's umbrellas. Gradually, we arrived at our destination. We walked in the supermarket together ~ when we saw what we needed to buy ~ we put it in the basket. Wandering around ~ seeing that minutes have passed ~ our things are almost all bought ~ it's time to go home. So ~ at the last checkout in the supermarket ~ my mother asked for two bags ~ separated the items from my grandmother's ~ and then we went back to our homes. When I finally left my grandmother, I thought she was really old, with sparse hair and silver lines, and the wrinkles on her face were clearly visible. Looking at her limping back ~ I couldn't help crying. Thinking that my grandmother raised me from a crawling baby to five years old ~ taught me how to say thank you ~ say hello when I meet acquaintances …

Grandma's life is very strong ~ she has survived many hardships. Once ~ she proudly said ~ she never cried in her life. But she hasn't mentioned it since the day her mother died.

Think about it ~ It's autumn now ~ Grandma's life has entered this season ~ The children are doing well ~ I have my own career ~ I'm very busy ~ There are fewer and fewer days to visit and honor her old man ~ My heart is full of sweetness and sadness;

How I hope my dear grandma will live healthy and happy forever: grandma ~

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You have to wait until I grow up: I want to cry again. ...

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Composition 8: "Touching the Autumn of the Sixth Grade Composition" 700 words touched the autumn of the Sixth Grade Composition.

In late autumn, the cold wind roared. The yellow leaves on the tree reluctantly fell and kept rolling in the air. This land is golden. A gust of wind swept in and my face hurt like a needle.

The street is deserted, only a few passers-by, and the shops are closed. The wind seems to be getting stronger. I tightened my clothes. At this time, a mother and son caught my attention.

A delicate mother trudged with her child on her back. The child was pale, frowning and sobbing. "Don't cry, don't cry, we'll be there soon," a gentle voice came into my eardrum. Another gust of wind struck, and the child couldn't help shivering, and the mother's face showed an anxious look. Unconsciously accelerated the pace, a stumble, the mother almost fell, her hands tightly holding the child's legs, hard to send the child up. "Better?" Mother gasped. Soliloquize "soon, soon", as if to comfort children and themselves.

Looking at the back of the mother and son slowly away. A warm current suddenly passed through my heart. The photos gradually became clear. ...

At the entrance of the kindergarten, I cried and refused to go in, and my mother rubbed her hands anxiously. I cried even louder, and my mother finally made up her mind, "Mom will stay with you for another day, ok?"

Bang, I slammed the door. Lying in bed angrily, covering her head with a mask. My mother humiliated me in front of my classmates. I swear I'll never talk to her again. The autumn wind is as tight as a moment, and the leaves are "rushing", which disturbs my thoughts and makes me upset. no

I don't know how long it took, but the door was pushed open and the thick smell of milk floated in. Instantly melted the ice in my heart, two lines of tears slowly flowed out.

Mothers all over the world are like this, silently paying for their children. Just like the roots of a tree are buried deep underground, but they contribute nutrients selflessly. Even, sometimes I'd rather be implicated, I'd rather suffer myself than let my children get a little hurt.

Autumn is a happy season. Although cold, it is full of warmth.

[Moved by the autumn of the sixth grade composition in primary school]

Composition 9: "Autumn, Moved by Missing" 1000 words Author: Maple Leaf Red

Autumn is a season of thinking and worrying. -inscription

Days are like quicksand. A year has passed in a blink of an eye, but I find that the years are no longer static. When counterclockwise thoughts are intertwined with clockwise years, it is a memory, an initial dream and an eternal scenery! Even if it is a blooming flower, I will cherish it, and I will be reluctant when I don't know the ending!

Perhaps, because I am used to it, I rely on it; Maybe we rely on it, so we really get used to it; Maybe, because we understand, we understand. Maybe we understand, so we really understand. Those encounters and farewells, joys and sorrows in life are not forgotten until we find out what is wrong. Should we give up crying? When the years drift by in a trance, there are too many bumps and sorrows in life. Smile and interpret life with tears! I know, life should be like this!

When parting takes the place of gathering, when the fallen leaves begin to fall, does it mean that sadness and happiness will be separated invisibly? Listen! The fallen leaves are crying in the air, like a hoarse voice blown by the wind. Yellowing broken leaves, there is no certain direction of rest, only loneliness to accompany themselves. Suddenly, I found that the time has turned several big circles. Since when has the wind gone like a dream and changed so much?

When the mood is used to loneliness, when the back is used to loneliness, when parting is used to sadness; When loneliness has been forgotten, when loneliness has gone away, does it mean that feelings have deteriorated? I don't think so. It's just that everyone doesn't want to leave a regret, so we know how to get used to it and forget it.

I miss, miss that season without sadness. Happy or sad? ...

I miss the lively and funny classroom atmosphere, the class meeting full of surprises and everyone there. I know, all this has passed, perhaps it is a kind of spiritual memory, a kind of moving waiting.

Love turns into tears in spring, which is nothing more than the wind rustling; The flowers are cool in the autumn night, and the ancient Iraqis lean on the fence. I leaned against the platform, and people came and went on the road, and my steps were silent. Always like the last ray of afterglow left by the sunset, held in the palm of your hand, between your red thumbs, people who miss, bless and never give up!

I like, like in the deep night sky, looking up at the moon on the edge of the cloud curtain, looking at it, even if it is hazy and fuzzy, my heart will always be touched. It is clear ... whether the breeze will move with the wind when it blows, and it is contained in shallow language, and every corner is touched and recalled.

The past is the essence of the past, and memory deduces a past. I always like to express my feelings in words, and I like to write poems that I can't even understand. It is eternal to express your feelings. Sometimes, I find myself very emotional and really hard.

The human feelings at this time are picturesque and beautiful. When the sky began to show the light blue sunshine and the fallen leaves were scattered in the sunshine, I found that it was autumn again, and I was disappointed all night. So euphemistically, I still remembered a touch and nostalgia in my heart.

In late autumn, the cold wind roared. The yellow leaves on the tree reluctantly fell and kept rolling in the air. This land is golden. A gust of wind swept in and my face hurt like a needle. The street is deserted, only a few passers-by, and the shops are closed. The wind seems to be getting stronger. I tightened my clothes. At this time, a mother and son caught my attention. A delicate mother trudged with her child on her back. The child was pale, frowning and sobbing. "Don't cry! Do not cry! It will arrive soon! " A gentle voice came into my eardrum. Another gust of wind struck, and the child couldn't help shivering, and the mother's face showed an anxious look. Unconsciously accelerated the pace, a stumble, the mother almost fell, her hands tightly holding the child's legs, hard to send the child up. "Better?" Mother was panting. Say to yourself: "Soon!" It seems to comfort children and comfort themselves. Looking at the back of the mother and son slowly away. A warm current suddenly passed through my heart. The photos gradually became clear ... at the entrance of the kindergarten, I cried and refused to go in, and my mother rubbed her hands anxiously. I cried even louder, and my mother finally made up her mind, "Mom will stay with you for another day! Good, good! " Bang, I slammed the door. Lying in bed angrily, covering her head with a mask. My mother humiliated me in front of my classmates. I swear I'll never talk to her again. The autumn wind is as tight as a moment, and the leaves are "rushing", which disturbs my thoughts and makes me upset. I don't know how long it took, but the door was pushed open and the thick smell of milk floated in. Instantly melted the ice in my heart, two lines of tears slowly flowed out. Mothers all over the world are like this, silently paying for their children. Just like the roots of a tree are buried deep underground, but they contribute nutrients selflessly. Even, sometimes I'd rather be implicated, I'd rather suffer myself than let my children get a little hurt. Autumn is a happy season. Although cold, it is full of warmth. Grade 6: The manuscript of Gao Zhihang Composition Network cannot be reproduced without permission.

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