600 words in early autumn composition (600 words in early autumn composition)

In daily study, work and life, everyone has tried to write a composition. Writing is a kind of speech activity with strong comprehensiveness and creativity. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is a 600-word composition in early autumn (600-word composition in early autumn, Grade One). Welcome to share.

In the evening, a person walks on the road by the river, stops and stops, and the nerves that have been tense for a week finally relax.

The breeze blows gently, the branches sway, a leaf falls limply from the tree and lies quietly on the lawn.

When I picked up the fallen leaves, I saw that the leaves were yellow with green, but the green was no longer tenacious, but light green.

Oh, autumn is coming.

In Anxi in early autumn, the sun is still red during the day, high above, and the summer heat has not retreated, which is very sultry.

The sky is blue, showing a little tenderness; Among the green trees, birds are playing happily and twittering, and everything seems to be immersed in the aftertaste of summer.

Only at night, the wind is different, a little cold and a little sad ... The yellow leaves turn into the hope of the coming year with the wind, but the branches on that tree begin to feel lonely.

It's windy at night, and it's cooler.

People slow down, the car is not in a hurry, and the lights are flashing.

The bright moonlight in the twilight is purer, as if it has removed the passionate fire and sultry irritability in summer and become gentle and dignified.

When I close my eyes, I smell the grass, as if I still have the' fragrance' of flowers.

Boom, suddenly there were two drums in the air, getting closer and closer.

The sky was shining with white light, and the whole earth was shrouded in a terrible silence.

After a while, the wind clucked, thunder rumbled and terrible lightning flashed everywhere in the sky.

This lasted for a long time, but the rain still didn't come.

People are so afraid of this weather that they pray for a rain to comfort themselves.

"Popping" bean-sized raindrops hit the window, and the crisp sound made me hang in my throat and put it in my stomach.

The rain poured down like the climax of a symphony.

After a while, it became soft, light and soft, and I felt the breeze blowing on my face, cool and quiet.

The rain stopped slowly, but the wind was still blowing.

Looking at the flashing neon lights and listening to the rustling trees, I feel happy. This kind of pleasure does not come from spring and summer, but this night, an early autumn night.

"Harvest is said in the fragrance of rice flowers", maybe it will be harvested in a few days! People always look forward to tomorrow with hope, yes! Autumn is a season full of hope!