Qiuyu composition

In study, work and even life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, and people use composition to achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. So have you ever studied composition? The following is the autumn composition I collected for you, for reference only. Let's have a look.

Autumn whispers composition 1 Autumn is the most beautiful season. Autumn is not as cold as winter, as hot as summer and as short as spring.

I went downstairs to play football in Little Square and suddenly found that the sky was blue and boundless. The sunshine has also become extraordinarily warm. Metasequoia trees turn yellow with a hint of red. Osmanthus fragrans is blooming passionately. There is also a bird on the branch living a happy life: humming and singing a little song.

However, a scene of disharmony happened: our community is building new things and putting up many scaffolding. A middle-aged woman climbed the scaffold alone, without wearing a helmet, and did not listen to the discouragement of the construction workers. Just then, a security guard came up and pointed at the middle-aged woman and swore. Middle-aged women became angry from embarrassment and slapped the security personnel. The security personnel were not to be outdone, and they kicked hard. When the middle-aged women fought back, they scuffled. Then someone called the police and the police came in time to stop the farce.

I witnessed all this and thought, these people's behavior is so ugly and uncivilized, which is so out of harmony with the beauty and harmony of nature in autumn! The sky and sunshine never quarrel, nor do osmanthus trees and birds. Humans really should learn from nature!

Every time I hear this familiar voice, I will think of the whisper of autumn. That feeling is so beautiful. Sometimes I think hearing is the best feeling of the human body. It can go deep into people's hearts and outline a wonderful image.

Everyone has his favorite music. Beethoven, a master musician, never gave up his love for music even though he was deaf in both ears. Would he still write if he didn't love music so much? Will there be a symphony of destiny?

Of all the music in the world, I like to whisper alone in autumn.

The first time I heard the whisper of autumn, I was afraid when I was a child. It was the first time that I was at home alone. I'm too scared to turn off the lights and sleep. I had to turn around again and again on the ground. I had no choice but to turn on my mother's mobile phone at home and inadvertently played an autumn whisper. In an instant, fresh and elegant music spread throughout the room and echoed in every corner. I was immediately infected by this wonderful voice, and the fear complex disappeared immediately. I have loved this music since then.

Now as long as I have access to the computer, I will definitely play it and let it edify my mind. We danced like good friends, and it was always by my side. I never tire of listening to it, and every time I listen to it, I will have a new feeling. Music is like a bottomless pit full of magic. Every step further, you will find something more and more amazing. A piece of music may contain countless philosophies and poems. Perhaps understanding the author's creative intention and communicating with the author in music is the real meaning.

I will always like the whisper of autumn, not only its notes, but also the beautiful feelings it conveys to me.

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!

It's 1 1 month, and Sister Qiu Feng has flown back from the distant southern hemisphere. She drew a few circles around the small tree, and then told a small leaf, "I'm sister Qiu Feng, and it's autumn. Please help me tell the children that it is very cold in autumn, and remember to wear more clothes. " The little leaf told its companion, and this sentence quietly spread all over the tree.

Small leaves also quietly told the tree about it, so the tree shook its body, and the leaves fell one after another, looking for children with their keen eyes. They landed in a very different way. Some floated down gently, dancing in the air like ballerinas, some swayed from side to side, some spun in place, and some floated further in Sister Qiu Feng's hands.

Autumn begins with continuous autumn rain. The rain said to the cloud, "Let's go down quickly. Sister Qiu Feng just said that beginning of autumn is best for rain. " So Yun Yun agreed to this request, squeezed his fat belly and began to rain. "Hua, Hua," Yu Qiu ran to the earth with vigorous steps.

A group of children who are playing suddenly feel cold on their heads. One drop, two drops, three drops ... The children quickly put on their hats and ran home wet. A few drops of rain hit the children's hats, climbed to their ears and whispered, "We have a little rain every morning. Please be sure to bring rain gear to school. "

Can talk in autumn. What she said was the whisper of autumn.

On the gorgeous stage of nature, you can sing me out in spring, summer, autumn and winter to show your charm to the fullest. I always listen silently and read the taste carefully. Or life is infinite, or passion is like fire, or cold is biting. I enjoy the charm of autumn alone.

In the eyes, it is somewhat heroic and somewhat lofty. The waves swarmed down to me like an avalanche. The momentum and sound shocked my heart and made me feel small.

The flying yellow leaves seem sad, but it is difficult to hide the fragrance of the fruit. That beautiful figure flies and rotates in mid-air ... I don't know when, it spread all over my heart, and I was intoxicated by this touching golden color.

Walking on the streets in autumn, you are greeted by the smell of harvest. Pears, red apples and golden bananas in Huang Chengcheng ... every sweet and sour taste is pregnant with the joy of autumn.

Quietly feel the footsteps of autumn in the wind, the mouth-watering fruit fragrance, the wrinkle pool rippling in autumn water, and the fragrance of osmanthus in full bloom ... Every inch of scenery bears the brand that belongs only to autumn.

The beauty of autumn lies not in the blooming of autumn chrysanthemum, nor in the continuous autumn rain, but in its unique charm and light rhythm.

Autumn whisper composition 5 "An autumn rain and a cold", autumn wind mixed with autumn rain, so that pedestrians on the road do not know when they have quietly put on autumn clothes. I sat in the car, quietly looking out of the window, letting the drizzle hit the window, as if through a glass window, I could feel the coolness of autumn.

At this time, I don't know where a ginkgo leaf came from. With the help of rain, it just sticks to the window. It snuggled tightly outside the car, and I watched it quietly in the car. It looks like a small golden folding fan and a delicate shell. The surface of the leaves is smooth and delicate, and the veins of the roots are clearly visible, as if the leaves were divided into several parts. The edges of the leaves are more beautiful, like waves, like a princess's skirt. The so-called "rather picky" is probably the artistic conception! At this point, I thought that if I made it into a necklace, it would be extremely beautiful.

Before I knew it, I had gone downstairs. Pushing open the car door, as soon as I set foot on the ground, there were bursts of flowers. It turns out that the osmanthus downstairs has already bloomed. I closed my eyes, sniffed quietly, sniffed bitterly, sniffed greedily, and eagerly plunged into the flowers. Just as I was quietly enjoying the osmanthus, an aunt happened to pass by: "The osmanthus is in bloom, and it smells good!" "I don't know if she is talking to me or talking to herself. I smiled at her and she smiled back at me. It turns out that the smell of matchsticks in autumn can also make two strangers smile at each other and their hearts are full of sweetness. I have been smelling its fragrance, just like the rice cake made by grandma, which is sweet and fragrant.

I love autumn, I like the colorful osmanthus in autumn, but I love the artistic conception of autumn more, which gives people hope, harvest and nostalgia.

Autumn Whispering Composition 6 Autumn girl came to the world unconsciously. Her orange clothes and her fragrance blew across the earth. The green grass is like an old woman, a big tree and a child playing. Suddenly, Uncle Shu, his naughty child, jumped out of his father's warm arms playfully, just like when we were young, we broke away from our mother's arms, didn't we?

Listen, Miss Qiu is waving her beautiful clothes and matching her beautiful face, just like Miss Chun printed in the movie. Her cool autumn wind makes us in high spirits. Her chubby grandson made our mouths water. Do you know what this is? Haven't you decided yet? Let me tell you, he is a common fruit in life! What oranges, apples, bananas and so on! These are all gifts for Miss Qiu!

The first time I heard teacher Qiu's whisper was accidental, and I often heard it later. I don't know if you heard it, but I tell you, Miss Qiu's whispers can often be heard, as long as you listen carefully and attentively. ...

Whispering in autumn, like a hidden secret leaked out, is also like a wonderful melody, playing in people's ears everywhere. Even if I make many metaphors, I can't describe that feeling. Really, it feels really comfortable!

I slowly listened to the sound of leaves falling. She came, because the first leaf of buttonwood was hovering and dancing in the air, and she came to us with a smile. With a faint breeze and coolness. ...

I looked at the blue sky, like washed, like a pure aquamarine. Clouds of white clouds are leisurely and carefree, floating around in their own kingdom, sometimes like thick white smoke, and some clouds are like that trace of cotton candy. At night, the sky is another scene, pink, blood red, crimson, goose yellow and even peacock green, forming a "sunset sky map", as if from a paper painted by a great painter. She is the painter. She used orange-red persimmon, pure red apple, orange-yellow orange, purple grape, and even more pigments than the whole world, no, the whole universe. That's all her intelligence.

I walked into the ginkgo forest, which was the most beautiful gift she brought to nature. The floor looks like a gold-plated carpet, and it definitely feels much better than an expensive velvet carpet. Falling leaves flying all over the sky float in the air with the wind, flying lightly like butterflies flapping their beautiful wings. The "rustling" sound gives people a kind of silence, desolation and faint sadness, which is also her.

Walking into the osmanthus forest again, you will be shocked by her magical power. Osmanthus fragrans is not as graceful as plum blossom, but its fragrance makes you intoxicated and you can't bear to leave for a long time. They are like yellow elves, enthusiastically reporting the news of autumn to people.

Gradually, I close my eyes and enjoy the autumn gift quietly.

Eight notes play the autumn melody, and the red maple leaves are engraved with the traces of autumn. Autumn whispers to the vines.

In autumn, climb the fruitful branches and tell them secret stories, and all the fruits smile sweetly; Autumn, jumping on the fiery maple, a touch of stubborn green still refuses to fade; Autumn, covered with golden rice fields, gives people who shed sorrow and sweat on this land a golden surprise.

Warm spring breeze, warm Xia Feng and cold winter wind are not like natural autumn wind! "Blowing your face is not cold", not only in spring, but also in autumn. Autumn wind is not only cold, but also quite thought-provoking When the autumn wind blows over your face, your tired body will be full of vitality.

Autumn is not only a painting, but also a sacred temple built by music. Listening to Whispering in Autumn, the soft and crisp sound of the piano makes you feel the atmosphere of autumn fairyland, just like sitting on a swing and enjoying the warmth of autumn. Maybe it's a sunny afternoon, or maybe the red leaves fall in the distance. In every note, you quietly enjoy a cup of warm afternoon tea.

"I don't feel the dream of spring grass in the pool, and the fallen leaves in front of the steps are autumn." Fairy-tale gang fights and who are whispering to each other?

A yellow leaf hovers in the autumn wind. I don't know if I can't bear to leave the tree, or because of the wind, I won't land for a long time, just like that winter, still thousands of miles away!

The joy of the celebration still lingers in every corner of the campus: colorful lights on the trees, congratulatory slogans from other schools, and flowers all over the campus still haunt the fragrance of the celebration, reminding people of the prosperity and excitement of this day.

During the break, I looked out of the window unconsciously. The green grass in the past has turned yellow now. Evergreen trees seem to be dismissive of the yellow grass, just standing as always, as if it were the most eye-catching in the world.

The clear blue sky is too beautiful to look directly at. Silky clouds are stingy and scattered in the air. The autumn sunshine spread all over the earth, without covering it, coating the cold earth with a layer of gold.

"Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring."

Looking at the scene that will not fade around me, I feel a sense of leisure. I prefer cool autumn days to spring when everything recovers. I like walking alone on fallen leaves. I don't feel sad, but I fell in love with that kind of quietness, which makes people feel very practical and calm, just giving people a space to sort themselves out. Rest is to walk a longer way, take stock of life in autumn leisure and prepare for the germination of spring.

Autumn is really beautiful. ...

Autumn Whispering Composition 10 beginning of autumn has been a long time, but Qiu Hu still refuses to go home. There have been several autumn rains these days, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the taste of autumn is getting stronger and stronger.

Miss Qiu came into this world with a magic wand. Look! She conjured up big and purple sweet grapes on the bare grape trellis, and a bunch of grapes shone in the sun, like glittering and translucent gems, bending the grape trellis. She added some beautiful little lanterns to the branches of the apple tree. Yo! It turned out to be several big apples, all red and hung on the branches, adding infinite vitality to the apple tree. Hey, how did the field over there become a golden ocean? That's cooked rice. Miss Qiu gave each of them a yellow dress. Rice bent down to nod and smiled at the beautiful Miss Qiu. Look! How sweet the pomegranate doll smiles! With her mouth wide open and her teeth bared, she is telling a girl in Xiang Qiu about the beauty of autumn.

Miss Qiu went to the willow tree and dyed a yellow hair for Miss Liu. She came to a maple forest, and the maple leaves immediately seemed drunk. From a distance, the maple seems to be burning. Only pine trees are still wearing green spring clothes and are evergreen all the year round.

Who says autumn is bleak and depressing? In my eyes, autumn is colorful and wonderful. She brought the joy of harvest to the earth and painted the world with colorful colors!

Autumn whisper composition 1 1 autumn is beautiful and romantic. The fiery red maple leaves paved a wide road, and affectionate people walked arm in arm on the road. The setting sun shines incisively and vividly, and everything turns golden. Standing under the tree, I feel another taste given by autumn.

Listening to a song "Whispering in Autumn" at home reminds me of endless reverie. Beautiful melody, sometimes slow. Sometimes fast, sometimes high-profile, sometimes low-key. In front of my eyes, a young man and a beautiful girl immediately appeared in the happy back in the afterglow of autumn. They are whispering, and the flowers and butterflies under the maple leaf are playing one by one, performing a recent relationship.

After listening to a short paragraph, I felt inexplicably depressed and sad. The solidified air exudes a faint parting breath. Is one party leaving? They held each other's hands helplessly with tears in their eyes. The piano is getting louder and louder, and Richard can't control his emotions, so he plays more beautiful music with his hands. He kept repeating this paragraph, and he wanted to savor the feeling. Under the tree, butterflies are still flying, flowers have withered, but they still maintain brilliant youth and beauty. The piano died down, but I held my breath and listened to the last paragraph. In an instant, I heard the sound of maple leaves falling, and I heard the sound of heartbreak.

The sound of the piano is still swirling in the boundless twilight, just like a clear spring washing away the dirt of the soul for the dead and the dust of the soul for those who are prepared physically and mentally.

Looking back at autumn, I feel even heavier.

Autumn Whispering Composition 12 "Autumn sounds come from trees and cool colors come from mountains" This is probably how most people feel about autumn: bleak, bleak. But in my eyes, she is beautiful and charming, which is expected.

Look! The endless fields are all golden. The rice has already bent down, and the autumn wind is cool and waves are blowing. Like waves, rice fields chase each other and swing into the distance, making a gentle sound. There is no deafening waves, and there is no thrilling spring tide. Just gentle, but it exudes a mature atmosphere, very beautiful.

Look! The maple leaf forest all over the mountains is as red as a burning fire. Maple leaves float down and bathe your body in the maple leaves. How pleasant it is. Suddenly thought of "the wind blows down trees and rustles". No, the scenery in front of us is not bleak, but full of vitality. The fire, tumbling and jumping, was red from a distance for a moment, reflecting the sky.

Look! Autumn chrysanthemum that year. The petals are covered with morning dew. How enchanting! Standing on the branches, red is like fire, white is better than snow, yellow is like gold, and pink is like sunset! Chrysanthemum, when the flowers are dying, takes the lead and proudly ignores other defeated flowers and plants!

On this autumn day, I looked up and saw the geese returning to the south, and I couldn't help thinking of the famous sentence "The sunset is lonely in Qi Fei, and the autumn water is * * * the sky is one color". Autumn is not only beautiful and charming, but also precious, beneficial and pleasant!

Autumn Whispering Composition 13 The bus is driving slowly on the old road, blending with the bleak autumn scenery into a sad oil painting.

I leaned lazily on the slightly worn chair of the bus, which bumped rhythmically. I adjusted the direction of my head and leaned against the tempered glass. Rhythmic impact makes people reluctant to move their heads. The white mobile phone is like a gorgeous old-fashioned radio, slowly flowing out of Richard Clayderman's famous song "Whispering in Autumn", and elegant piano notes are floating in my ears, telling me about the ever-changing autumn.

Just as I was helpless for the bleak autumn scenery and lost in the misty music, a familiar mechanical female voice interrupted my train of thought: "The provincial government has arrived ..." I reluctantly opened my slightly tired eyes and habitually looked out of the car, with loneliness and sadness, but the scenery in front of me made my eyes shine, and the unhappiness was swept away: the golden sunshine lightly passed through the dense leaves and sprinkled on the soft grass. Fallen leaves lightly danced a new waltz in the air, and the cool autumn wind accompanied the dance, flying leisurely in the air, composing an autumn carol.

Because of this, my mood became clear, and my mouth rose slightly unconsciously.

I leaned my head against the glass again, but my mood was not as gloomy as before. The low rhythm gradually brightened up and lingered in my ears. My loneliness has vanished, and I am intoxicated with humming a tune, which corresponds to music.

I don't know how long it took, but the monotonous female voice brought me back to reality: "West Tiger Camp has arrived …". I reluctantly tilted my head and jumped out of the car lightly.

People are still waiting for the arrival of the next bus in the autumn wind as usual, but the difference is that the indifference in people's eyes is gone, and the invisible gap between people seems to have been broken, replaced by the enthusiasm in the air.

I smiled. Perhaps this is also the charm of autumn? The music gradually became passionate, merged into a clear spring and flowed into my heart.

A few fallen leaves crept quietly to my side and lay quietly in the embrace of the earth. Somehow, I lovingly picked up a piece and held it in my hand: Is this gorgeous autumn fading away people's indifference? Or did people's silent enthusiasm awaken Qiu? I don't know.

At the end of the song, the sound is lingering.

Autumn whisper composition 14 I gently opened the window, the wind gently brushed my cheek, and the sunshine outside the window gently came in. Looking up, I saw the faint sky and flowing clouds, and I knew that autumn was coming. Autumn has come, riding the autumn wind, riding the clouds, quietly in the rotation.

Autumn has come, with many fruits and fallen leaves all over the mountain. Autumn is red, and at dusk, the fiery sunset scatters its brilliance to the earth. Therefore, golden millet, rich fruit, presents a piece of red, intoxicating and thrilling.

I walk on the road of autumn rain, let the sun shine on me through the leaves, and let the wind kiss my cheek. It's soft, cool and very comfortable. At this time, a girl ran around from the avenue, crunching on thick fallen leaves. A bunch of ponytails on her head, like a flying butterfly, is extremely cute. A fallen leaf floated down from the tree, landed on the girl's feet, kissed her little feet and swam away.

The autumn wind brushed my hair, and it whispered to me on my shoulder: Life is like autumn, not only through the spring of birth, the lush summer, but also through the autumn of harvest. Ah! I understand the meaning of autumn. I love your faint, silent autumn. Ah! Autumn whispered to me again: "Autumn is a dazzling season."

Autumn whisper composition 15 Autumn leaves gently fall at your feet, and it washes away the lead for a lifetime. The flowing blood is like a lonely nightingale in the dark. You walked past it quietly, and a breeze brought it new flying power. Even if the end of life still falls, it still tries to fly. It dances in the wind like a butterfly. Life has an end, but its heart.

In the season when chrysanthemums are in full bloom, the enchanting flowers in autumn stretch, as if they are not rolled, but they are ashamed to say it, which paints a graceful picture for this quiet afternoon. Looking from a distance, the clouds are like clouds, which makes people stop quietly, freeze the world at that moment, hold their breath and sigh the luxury of life. Flowers are green, birds are singing, the sky is endless, horses are running freely on the grassland, the picture of life is endless like a glass drum, and the endless whispers in the sad autumn can't resist the cold heartbeat. The extravagant hope of floating on the table in life is like a balloon with a hole, and breathing is as painful as stepping on the glass. The yellow leaves are like a lonely wild goose, shuttling between the old branches, with a little blood loss. I can't feel the pain of the wind cutting my skin. A bleak smile can't hide my inner loneliness. The rustling autumn wind is like a wisp of smoke, a wisp of drizzle, and even a sigh, which permeates every corner of the night. There are faint insects singing in the lonely grass, which is an autumn concerto, so that this season is no longer lonely and there are traces to follow. The crying angel holds the pain that can't be left behind, precipitating the past, and the fireflies that have lost their light are still clinging to this time and space, a future doomed to tragedy.