How to write goose in field orchard in autumn composition?

In autumn, I am a makeup artist, making the world look particularly charming. In autumn, he is a magician, dyeing the fields golden. Autumn is a gentle woman, and the oncoming autumn wind is so light and soft. In autumn, the delicate and charming flowers wither, so who is the protagonist of autumn? That's a leaf.

Walking on the path with trees on both sides, my eyes are full of fallen leaves. I picked up a leaf and observed it carefully. It turned out to be a maple leaf. Look, how beautiful she is! The leaves that extend around are mostly like palms with five fingers open, and the edges are slightly serrated. The veins on them are clearly visible and connected in series. Her color is more beautiful, just like a burning fire, so bright and dazzling. Sad people will be inspired to cheer up after reading it. I know that maple leaves are not only dazzling red, but also a series of charming colors such as yellow and green. I can't help wondering why only the maple leaf is red among all the yellow leaves. Is it because of the influence of autumn sunshine, or because I left my mother tree, held her gently in my hand and continued to think? ...

Not only the maple leaves are lovely, but also many leaves are interesting. Look, I have found a good thing now, which is Hollyleaf. Although he is ugly, his skill is very powerful. Sharp-edged thorns are his self-defense weapon. Hollyleaf's cold dark green leaves make yellow eyes full of vitality several times. Compared with delicate flowers, it is also interesting.

In the distance, a few leaves fell. I ran to pick them up. There are ginkgo in miniskirts, noble and elegant phoenix trees, and …

I love autumn, but I love autumn leaves more. Because of them, the world is better. Because of them, life is more colorful.

Autumn sky

Autumn is the season of wind, the season of harvest, the season of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance and, of course, the season of beauty. The sky is the most beautiful in autumn. In the morning, the sky is quiet, the color is as blue as the sea, and the sun is "up". It rises from the east, and the sunshine is not too strong, which makes people feel very warm. At noon, the sun is extremely fierce, like an angry uncle, and it is particularly hot on people, but there are still a few birds flying freely in the air, making "twittering, twittering" sounds from time to time, as if to say "hot, hot, hot!" One afternoon, the sun weakened a lot. Without much sunshine, people can vaguely see the clouds in the sky. Some of them eat like rabbits, some run like leopards, and some fly like dragons ... Although the sun shines on their eyes, they can't see clearly, but they are already satisfied! At night, the sun is not as bright as at noon. The blue sky turned pale red like a drunk. The sun gradually took off its orange coat and turned red. Everything around it was so red. It slowly returned to the embrace of the western hills, and its light was weak, like a match that was about to go out. It went down, leaving a rosy glow, like a fairy's clothes falling from the sky to the ground, and it was quiet around. People are bathed in sunshine, so comfortable! At night, the sky is dark, just like the jade emperor accidentally knocked over the ink bottle when writing. There are countless stars shining in the sky, like eyes in the sky. The big round moon illuminates the night and the naughty children's way home, just like the lights in the dark. And I, lying in grandpa's arms, listened to his story about the moon. ...

I like autumn, windy weather and changeable sky.

autumn

The sky in autumn is especially blue, like sapphire, very high. It's like flying away. A flock of geese flew from the north, like countless wonderful black spots, lining up for a while. Near, near, they are talking and laughing, frolicking and flying south happily.

In the autumn wind, she came to the world quietly like a girl, dressed in golden clothes and with light steps. You see, Miss Qiu came to the field and dyed the cotton ball as white as snow. Corn was very happy when she saw Miss Qiu. She deliberately changed a bunch of golden tassels and grinned, revealing white teeth. Soybean may be too excited, and some even burst into laughter; The meal was especially polite, and I bent down to meet the long-lost autumn girl; Sorghum has always been afraid of meeting strangers, that is, afraid of meeting Miss Qiu. I'm still embarrassed. My face turned red.

Miss Qiu came to the yard. You see, chrysanthemums are gorgeous, red as fire, yellow as gold, pink as chardonnay and white as snow. Walk into the orchard. I saw a pear with rich nutrition; A string of pearl-like grapes changed from green to crimson, long, round and big, crystal clear, like agate. After picking grapes, I picked a big one and put it in my mouth. Sweet and sour, and a lot of juice. It's delicious. Jujube trees are covered with shiny red dates. A bite is sweet and crisp.

Autumn is the season to turn ideals into reality, and autumn is a sacred angel that gives people life. Autumn is the harvest season. Autumn is the time when all ripe food falls. Autumn is the harvest season.

Therefore, people love autumn, love her crisp autumn, love her beautiful clouds, love her fragrance floating in the fields. Autumn makes farmers smile brilliantly.

autumn leave

Autumn is coming and the weather makes me feel cold. I looked at the fields. It is golden yellow. Where are the leaves? Autumn leaves are colorful and unique.

In the afternoon, I came to the small park, climbed to the hillside and saw ginkgo trees at a glance. Ginkgo leaves are like a small fan. When the autumn wind blows, Ginkgo biloba leaves sway with the wind, like fanning us. At this time, a strange idea came into my mind: could it be that autumn is so cold that they fanned me? I looked at the ginkgo tree, and it seemed to nod to me. Ginkgo biloba leaves are pale yellow, shaking hard, and the leaves are dancing like yellow butterflies.

There is also a bamboo forest in the small park, and its leaves are still so green now. From a distance, it looks like a green soldier standing upright, protecting the "natural" castle. No wonder poets often use "three friends and old coldness" to express their aloof character. exist

Among many leaves, I like maple leaf best. In autumn, it takes off its red shirt and puts on a red cotton-padded jacket, shining like a beautiful girl in gorgeous clothes, standing out among the many leaves. Close up, the flaming maple leaves are flying around me like beautiful red butterflies, and they are like a little red flag cheering for China. Looking from a distance, it is another scenery. Maple leaf is like a fire, which ignites our enthusiasm for learning, and it is like the flag of victory dyed red by the blood of soldiers. Unconsciously, the sun sets, and the maple leaves remind me of an ancient poem, "Stop and sit and love the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are redder than the February flowers."

The leaves in the evening are like a quiet and beautiful Chinese painting against the setting sun, which makes people feel pity.

The call of autumn

Autumn, like a fairy tale with a tragic ending, is told by a writer in a slightly sad tone. I always like to use blue to describe autumn, and I always feel that this is a season with melancholy, just like. . . . . . The pot of bluegrass that has been on the windowsill for a long time but is still growing tenaciously, and the ice cream that melts slowly in the hot sun as in the past.

I don't know what I am stubborn about, and I always like such sad things. I don't admit that I am a pessimist, but I like to look at one thing with a pessimistic eye. I like to predict an unfinished thing, so I find that as long as I predict it from an optimistic perspective, it will often be a pessimistic ending; If my prediction is ominous, it usually will.