A night of autumn wind and a night of autumn rain writing essay

1. A 100-word essay describing the autumn wind or autumn rain

Each season has its own unique pace, just like human emotions, it is ever-changing, but autumn is always the same. Remain indifferent and melancholy. When autumn comes to take over from summer, it is always silent, so that we don't notice it. When winter comes, it leaves only the last fallen leaf in the world. Its silence has been destroyed by the ravages of summer. And cover up the cruelty of winter.

The footsteps of autumn are quiet, like a solitary leaf on a gurgling river, withering silently, and then quietly drifting into the distance with the river, like a single drop of rain falling in the sky, silently Knock on the cold window. Autumn is a lone fox, wandering in the silent world; autumn is a lone wolf, howling in the cold deep forest.

The footsteps of autumn are miserable. Walking in the rustling autumn wind on the lonely path sprinkled with yellow, I read the sadness of autumn. Suddenly I found that there seemed to be a little misery in her sadness. She used her profound Her eyes silently stared at the world. There was love and joy in them, but they still could not hide the slightest pity and slight sadness. Her eyes were bright and even darker.

I don’t know the footsteps of autumn on the other side of the earth. It may be cheerful or violent. I only know the autumn in my hometown. She tells the melancholy of history and laments the loneliness of the future. And I, precisely because of it, Her deep and sad heart fell in love with this sad season.

Autumn is the messenger of melancholy. She walks back and forth across this land with indifferent and melancholy steps, shedding tears silently, and I also heard her sigh...

2. Imitate Zhu Ziqing's "Spring" and write a composition describing "Autumn Wind", "Autumn Rain" and "Autumn Leaves"

Looking forward to, looking forward to, the hot summer is finally over, autumn is coming The footsteps are approaching.

Everything looks like a crisp autumn day, the sky is high and the clouds are clear. The fruits are ripe, the crickets are chirping, and the weather is getting cooler.

The grass has not completely disappeared from the earth, it is still green. In the garden, in the fields.

Look, it’s full of them. The children ran, jumped, did some somersaults, picked up some fallen fruits, and threw them to each other, competing to see who could throw farther and more accurately.

The wind is cool and the grass is green. Osmanthus trees, maple trees, and evergreen trees, with their lush and deep styles and unique temperaments, display their elegance, with gold-like yellow, agate-like red, and emerald-like green, just like a picture carefully drawn by an artist.

The birds are busy migrating, and the ants are collecting winter rations. Daisies, bunches of red, and petunia are everywhere at a glance: orange, purple, and colorful, spread in the flower bed like a carpet, and smiling in the autumn wind! "Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers!" Yes, it will turn into spring mud to nourish the earth, without any attachment to the prosperity of the branches.

Autumn rain falls on red and yellow leaves as well as colorful leaves mixed with green and yellow. Luxurious maple leaves, delicate evergreen leaves, ordinary sycamore leaves... they become more beautiful under the baptism of autumn rain.

The fruits on the trees are gradually ripening, and the fruit farmers in the fields are getting busier. In the city and in the countryside, workers, students, children and the elderly all came out to enjoy the beautiful scenery, relax, watch the autumn colors, collect specimens, and do their own thing.

"One hard work, one harvest", hard work, in exchange for harvest, full of joy like the god of color in autumn, making the colors of plants gradually thicker. Autumn, like the god of harvest, brings abundant fruits to people.

Autumn is like the god of joy, bringing people the joy of harvest. Joy.

It is a name full of fruits. Autumn is lit with golden color and comes quietly with light steps. In the morning and at night, the mature rice is heavy and floats in the wind, as if it is A golden blanket was spread on the ripe rice. I seemed to see something next to the yellow rice. Look, what is under the mountain? There are rows of ripe fruits, each one is a person. A fruit that inspires admiration upon seeing it. At noon, farmers are all in the fields holding the fruits of their labor; some have rows of elder brothers, as if they are competing, and some aunts are holding sickles to cut off the ripe rice. When I looked down, I seemed to see a golden snake, and the golden light on its body seemed to be endless. In the afternoon, the farmers stood firm and waited for their meal. However, autumn was still roaming in the fields, and the golden color of the fields had spread to the leaves. On the tree, the leaves seemed to be turning yellow and gradually falling. At this time of disaster relief, the farmers had already begun to eat, but instead of eating, they looked at the autumn outside, which became more and more beautiful. Night finally came, and the sun also set. Now, the autumn night has left quietly. There are leaves here that are still turning yellow and still floating. I am also reading at my grandma’s house. I wonder if tomorrow’s autumn will still be so beautiful. No one knows, but let today’s autumn be Happy day! I like autumn, and I like the scenery of autumn even more. Autumn in the Old Capital by Yu Dafu Autumn, no matter where it is, is always good; however, autumn in the North is particularly clear, quiet, and desolate. The reason why I traveled thousands of miles from Hangzhou to catch up with Qingdao, and even more so from Qingdao to Peking, was just to enjoy the "autumn" and the autumn flavor of my old capital.

In the south of the Yangtze River, there is certainly autumn; but the vegetation grows slowly, the air is moist, the color of the sky is light, and it is often rainy and less windy; a person is sandwiched between Suzhou, Shanghai, Hangzhou, or Xiamen and Hong Kong Among the citizens of Guangzhou, passing by in chaos, they can only feel a little bit of coolness, the smell of autumn, the color of autumn, the artistic conception and posture of autumn, but they can never get enough of it, taste it, and enjoy it fully. Autumn is not a famous flower, nor is it a fine wine. The half-open, half-drunk state is inappropriate in the process of appreciating autumn.

It has been nearly ten years since autumn in the Northern Kingdom. Every autumn in the south, I always think of the reed flowers in Taoranting, the willow shadows in Diaoyutai, the singing of insects in Xishan, the moonlight in Yuquan, and the bells in Tanzhe Temple.

Even if you don't go out in Peiping, you can rent a shabby house with rafters to live in the middle of the imperial city. When you get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea and sit in the courtyard, you can You can see the very high green sky and hear the flying sound of tame pigeons under the blue sky. Look eastward under the locust trees to closely observe the streaks of sunlight filtering through their leaves, or quietly gaze out at the trumpet-shaped blue flowers of morning glories climbing half way up a dilapidated wall, and of course you'll feel the intense feeling of it. Autumn.

When it comes to morning glories, I think blue or white are the best, followed by purple and black, and light red is the worst. It is best to have a few sparse, thin and long autumn grasses growing at the bottom of the morning glory as a foil.

The locust trees in the North are also an ornament that reminds people of autumn. The fallen pistils, which look like flowers but are not flowers, will be spread all over the ground in the morning.

When you step on it, there is no sound or smell, and you can only feel a tiny and soft touch. After the street sweeper swept under the shadow of the trees for a while, the lines of the broomstick left on the dust looked both delicate and leisurely. Subconsciously, he also felt a little lonely. The ancients said that the phoenix tree leaves only one leaf. The world knows the distant thoughts of autumn, probably in these deep places.

The feeble chirping of the cicadas is especially characteristic of the North. Because there are trees everywhere in Peiping and the houses are low, their cries can be heard no matter where they are. In the south, you have to go to the suburbs or mountains to hear it.

In Peiping, the shrill noise of this cicada sounds like that of crickets and mice. They seem to be living in every household, like domestic insects. And the autumn rains in the north also seem to fall more strangely than in the south, they are more flavorful and more decent than those in the south.

Under the gray sky, a cool breeze suddenly came, and then it started to rain.

After a layer of rain, the clouds gradually rolled to the west, the sky turned blue again, and the sun showed its face again; urban idlers wearing thick green cloth single clothes or jackets, biting their pipes, looked at the scenery after the rain. In the shadow of the sloping bridge, if you stand under the trees at the head of the bridge and meet someone you know, they will reply to each other in a slow and leisurely tone with a slight sigh: "Oh, it's really cold here -" Very high, very long.)

"Isn't it? A layer of autumn rain and a layer of coldness!" 3. Composition: An Autumn Rain and a Wind

[Composition: An Autumn Rain and a Wind] It was still sultry weather yesterday, and an autumn rain came unexpectedly at night. The patter of rain fell outside the window, as if it was beating. In my heart, composition is like autumn rain and wind. The weather is cool and autumn is coming. One season is rotated by another. It is said that apricot blossoms and autumn rains in the south of the Yangtze River are drifting out of the window. The fragrance is autumn rain mixed with the scent of osmanthus, which is even more refreshing. I thought, what a sweet-scented osmanthus and autumn rains in the south of the Yangtze River.

Looking from the window, the gentle autumn rain is like smoke, the misty drizzle and the cool breeze make people feel comfortable physically and mentally. The autumn wind was wrapped in drizzle, and the wind was attached to it. Soaked in the soft cotton autumn wind, I fell asleep and had an autumn dream...

Opening my eyes, I saw a ray of gold. The sunshine shone on my face, and I was so happy that I got up and saw, wow! A brilliant sun is rising slowly, accompanied by bright morning glow and white clouds. It is a refreshing autumn day. The autumn rain last night brought the golden autumn. She left quietly as soon as possible, bringing us the clear blue sky and the fruitful harvest season. Composition "An Autumn Rain" for the third grade of junior high school A Wind".

The autumn wind blows, as if riding on musical notes, so delicate that it makes every pore feel apologetic and comfortable; the autumn wind blows, the mountains are red, and the forests are dyed; the autumn wind rolls up the leaves in the night Leaves fall, and you should not feel sorry for yourself. Autumn leaves accumulate layer by layer and turn into fertile soil, which is to accumulate strength for the next year's harvest. The autumn wind blows through the orchard, bees dance and fly, and the green dates are looming among the lush branches and leaves. The oranges are sour and sweet, the branches are full of crisp pears, and the fragrant pecans are also on the market. Since ancient times, autumn has been a sad and lonely time. I say that autumn is better than spring. This fruitful autumn is even more joyful and encouraging.

An autumn rain and a wind, wind and rain are the messengers of autumn. If winter makes poets dull, spring makes people daydream, and summer makes people irritable, then autumn makes people think deeply. Autumn is not only the sadness of silence, but also the weight of maturity and the fulfillment of gain.

Third grade student at Yiling District Experimental Middle School, Yichang City, Hubei Province: Yang?