600-word junior high school composition describing autumn scenery

Autumn comes, nature is dyed golden yellow, and ripe fruits are hung on trees waiting for farmers' uncles to take them away. The following is a 600-word composition describing autumn scenery compiled by me for your reference only. Welcome to read it.

A composition about autumn scenery: 600 words. The girl in junior high school arrived in the first autumn. Autumn is crisp and blue, and a flock of geese fly by, one in a row and the other in a herringbone, as if to say to people, "We are leaving, see you next spring.

Autumn is the season of colorful trees, and leaves begin to fall. However, the cool autumn wind blew through the treetops, and the golden leaves on the tree began to fall, making a rustling sound, and fell to the ground and stepped on the soft, just like laying a golden carpet on the gray ground. Especially ginkgo trees, when the wind blows, the fallen leaves dance like golden butterflies, and they spin lightly like dancers, falling slowly from the trees. Only the leaves of pine and cypress are still so green.

Autumn is the harvest season. In the field, pieces of white cotton are gathered together, which looks like snow from a distance and has a little green. It looks like delicious cotton candy at close range, which makes people drool. Not far away, the rice is ripe. It took off its green coat and put on its golden autumn clothes. The heavy ears of rice bent the straw. A cool autumn wind blew and woke up a whole ear of rice in Huang Chengcheng. From a distance, it looks like a golden ocean, setting off waves after waves. How spectacular! The big soybeans in the field are also happy for this harvest season, smiling from ear to ear, showing their gold teeth, not to mention how cute they are.

In the orchard not far away, waves of fruit fragrance attract us into the orchard. Persimmons are ripe at first sight, just like small red lanterns covered with branches, and apples are no exception. Like a little girl blushing like a fire, the fruit is covered with branches. If you can't help but take a bite, it will definitely make your mouth water in thousands of feet. Oranges are as yellow as gold, like gold ingots hanging on trees, indicating a bumper harvest this year. Pomegranate also put on a beautiful skirt, grinning happily, revealing red and white, glittering and translucent gems. In this colorful orchard, farmers are busy picking fruits, enjoying themselves, and laughter echoes in the orchard for a long time.

I love that charming and intoxicating autumn.

With the cool breeze, I know that the hot summer is coming, and my favorite beautiful autumn is coming. In my opinion, autumn is not only a colorful season, but also a fruitful and fruitful season.

Look! In the park, the proudly blooming chrysanthemums are colorful and beautiful. Some Chinese rose flowers have withered, others are still in full bloom, in full bloom in the wind, red as fire, pink as chardonnay and white as snow. Morning glory blew horns one after another, telling the news of autumn.

On both sides of Panshan Highway, Parthenocissus tricuspidata struggled to climb in the autumn wind and put on red clothes. Mother Maple's maple leaves are blown in all directions by the autumn wind, bringing her greetings to her friends. Golden Yang Shulin and flaming maple trees make the earth colorful, making the whole hillside a golden ocean and a red carpet.

In vegetable fields, green Chinese cabbage is endless, bringing infinite vitality to the earth. The snail shell cabbage is hairy, the white radish is like a Tsing Yi teenager, showing a strong body, and the carrot is like a shy little girl, sneaking out of her head, but hiding under the green leaves, spying on the outside world.

In the field, Grandpa Corn smiled at Qiu Feng, and Qiu Feng's brother gave him yellow. Grandpa corn dyed his beard yellow with joy. Brother Gao Liang waved to his brother Qiu Feng, who gave him red. Brother Gao Liang raised the burning torch. Small peanuts lie quietly in the cradle, waiting for the farmers' uncles to take them home. In the knee-deep soybean field, the pods are bulging. A few golden beans sparkled in the sun. Like a lovely baby, waiting for people to hug it. Sister potato is purple and yellow, with countless small black spots on it, like potato eyes. Bags of potatoes stood neatly in the ground, waiting for the farmers' uncles to carry them home, and the heavy ears of grain bent down with laughter.

In the orchard, clusters of grapes are covered with branches, red apples are hidden under the green leaves, and they look out and nod frequently in the autumn wind. Pears in Huang Chengcheng are like golden gourd, sweet and crisp with a bite.

On the hillside, seabuckthorn is strung on the branches like a small abacus bead. From a distance, the trees seem to be covered with yellow lanterns. Haihongzi on the Inner Mongolia Plateau is like a small red light, sitting around the leaves playing games.

Ah! That beautiful autumn always brings people the joy and satisfaction of harvest. Ah! In autumn, we all love you!

There are four seasons in junior high school, and each season is different, each with its own beauty and characteristics.

The beauty of spring lies in the vitality of the revival of all things and the competitive growth of plants; The beauty of summer lies in the beauty of passion created by the sun; The beauty of winter is that the snow puts a coat made of white mink on the earth. The beauty of autumn goes far beyond this.

The beauty of autumn lies in the harvest. When the first autumn wind blows gently from the field, the original yellow-green rice turns golden with a "wow", just like an invisible big hand holding a big bottle of yellow pigment and painting them all yellow, which is amazing. When the second autumn wind swept across the field again, the sound made by the collision of wheat ears, rice ears and corn was no longer simple and crisp. It is the laughter accumulated by people who have cultivated this land for decades and hundreds of years, and it is the sound of harvest and joy of historical vicissitudes. This is the embodiment of the unique beauty of autumn.

The beauty of autumn lies in desolation. What is left after the harvest is everything that has withered. After the mature fruits of leafy trees are picked, the green leaves symbolizing vitality fall one after another. At this time, although the tree lost its majestic green umbrella, it gained a little more desolate beauty created by autumn, just like Zhao's thinness, which was heartbreaking and regrettable.

The beauty of autumn lies in sadness. When the joy of harvest is over, the earth in late autumn is not devastated, but when an autumn wind blows head-on, the biting chill of that moment will make you feel the sadness of "the sun sets and heartbroken people are at the end of the world". Yes! Wandering alone in a foreign land will remind you of your relatives in your hometown, your warm home and everything in your hometown in the cold autumn night. The homesickness that I will never forget is always in my mind.

This is the beauty that autumn brings us! Whether it is harvest, desolation or sadness, it is a special feeling given by the unique autumn, and it is the embodiment of the beauty of autumn!

I love autumn, and I praise it!

Autumn is a cool season, a harvest season, and a season in which hardworking people are rewarded.

In autumn, the park is full of colorful chrysanthemums, including red, white, yellow and purple ... all kinds of colors add a lot of color to autumn.

You are looking at the orchard. Pomegranate doll is laughing. The apple doll is wearing a red coat. The dolls on the vine are all dressed in purple robes, like purple crystals. What about oranges? They put on orange coats and swayed in the autumn wind ... The fruit swayed with the wind, like the sound of wind chimes, and echoed gently in the orchard, which was very beautiful.

After the orchard, there are cotton fields in the east and maple trees in the west. The cotton field was full of white cotton, which was blown to the ground by the wind. From a distance, it looks like a white cotton-padded coat of Mother Earth. The maple forest is full of "fireworks" floating in the wind, as if to burn somewhere.

After reading these two places, it is not enough. The best is the field.

In the south, there is a field. Seen from a distance, this is a golden world.

You see, there are sorghum fields, and sorghum people are intoxicated and blush. Here are wheat fields and rice fields. Wheat and rice wear golden wallets and bow their heads, which is very gentlemanly. Below them are golden weeds, and wheat and rice want to dance with them like gentlemen.

We've finished reading, the farmers' uncles are going to harvest, so let them harvest!

I love autumn, I love colorful chrysanthemums in autumn, I love the sound of "wind chimes" in orchards, I love snow-white cotton, and I love flaming "fireworks" maple leaves. I prefer drunken sorghum to gentleman's wheat and rice. I love the farmer uncle who is harvesting hard. Otherwise, if there were no farmers' uncles, we wouldn't have such delicious food. Without the hard work and sweat of farmers' uncles, how could we have such a beautiful and happy tomorrow?

Autumn! You are really a beautiful season, a cool season, and a season when the efforts of farmers' uncles are rewarded. I really want to say to you: "Autumn, I love you, you are really a beautiful season."