Look at the falling leaves drifting in the heart of the long valley, quietly listening to the sadness of the late autumn slipped through the wounds of the season, the bubbling flow of feelings of sadness, withered in the twilight of an afternoon.
When it comes to the recent twilight, the eyes according to the twilight. The sky, seems to be extraordinarily far away, and empty. The vast field, only an old tree, stretching the bare branches, with worried eyes, stood silently. Leaves, more than has fallen, the remaining sparse pieces, powerless to the autumn wind, west and west fluttering, indifferent and speechless.
For the late autumn, my sighs are deeper and deeper every year, and the state of mind is also messy every year, one side of the sadness because of its bleak grief, and the other side is full of longing for the autumn wind and autumn coolness. However, when it is really depressed in front of me, I can not bear to be alone. Therefore, I deep fall in the autumn leaves, the melancholy that can not be extinguished by a season of filtering has been precipitated into the sadness.
In the past years, Zi Mei had "ten thousand miles of sadness in the fall" sentence. In fact, the sadness of the autumn is not only 10,000 miles, between heaven and earth, the hearts of the wicked, where is not filled with this vast and majestic atmosphere?
Whenever it comes to autumn, people's minds are always heavy. Even if you are a prisoner, there will be a deep feeling that you can't help yourself. A sad heavy fall. But this fall leaves are very much in the fall, I feel the sadness of the fall, the unpredictability of people.
The reason why I am sad in the fall, the reason why sighing in the fall, most of the reason is also because of that heavy. The only heavy, only to know the sincerity. More in the deep fall, but also know that after the fall of the dream.
When the lead is washed out, stripped of the appearance of the accumulation of color, revealing the simple and unadorned inside, we feel that it is an honest self, is a self without a trace of hypocrisy to do. What we need is a sincere heart, what we need is the original color of life.
Autumn is exactly like this, the fading of trees, flowers and leaves, revealing its essence. It used the most sentimental form, to slough off the autumn wind, to bleakness filled with autumn high. The solemn autumn colors, with its melancholy, show the mottled life before us. This is not a form of false pretense, but a real sentiment, sincere sentiment.
The sadness of autumn, sad people. The sadness is really ourselves. Natural seasons, there is no worldly smooth, there is no that vile strife, it bloomed to us, is the essence of its simplicity. But what do we show it? What do we show to each other? What it can show is what we do not have; what it does not have is what we show. That aching strife, that aching obliteration.
The natural seasons are spring, summer, fall, and winter, and the seasons of life are without birth, old age, sickness, and death. The old man who is dying, the sick patient, whether it is also to the fall, the fall of life, I really feel a deep sadness, the eyes in the empty nothing.
In confusion, my eyes reached out to the distance. There is a deep persistent tree in the distant wilderness, in his surroundings, the setting sun covered with a golden halo, that is a piece of deep love let a person touch the gaze. My vision of the tree swells. Long, long, abruptly, an unprecedented shock is so strong impact on my soul, I was stunned, I shed tears. That is how a tree ah, that is how an irresistible force.
After experiencing the traces of heartache and the baptism of falling leaves, the tree transcended itself and sublimated itself. Although the tree is full of scars, although the tree's melancholy all over the tree, although the tree swaying emaciated body, but it is still standing upright, mighty and unyielding, it stood out of the dignity, stood out of the self-esteem. In the law of nature, it uses its undefeated style, with its wordless persistence, to pull up and interpret it at the same time. With the pride of life, with the sadness of life, with the unyielding life, showing an eternal landscape. It rejects all external temptations, and its life is therefore perfect. It is incomparable. It is lonely and even more melancholy. And what a big and broad heart it is. I was y moved.
On the earth, everything coexists, only it stood, the road in my eyes that confused the landscape at this time beautiful and refreshing.
I was as devout as a believer when I looked at it.
The sadness that has haunted me for a long time and the grief that has accumulated in me for a long time have all disappeared in this moment. The first time I saw it, it was a very good thing that it was a very good thing that it was not. The true meaning of life was presented in front of me. My heart overflowed with a piece of peace and tranquility, thoughts far and deep, irritable state of mind gradually become empty.
The reason why I struggled in the shadow of melancholy, only because I did not appreciate the feelings of life, just because I have not been in the late fall sentimental. Or rather, I have never been touched by the possession of life. In the sincere support of those friends around me, I have once and for all felt the splendid colors of late autumn. Perhaps I simply lacked that style of facing nature with a smile.
That tree, as the dignity of life, has been y fixed in my heart. In contemplation, I seem to hear it in the cry, life, forever muted, so I have a kind of forever smiling in my heart of the sanctuary.
In the late fall, I waved the misty autumn wind, in the late fall, I to the bleakness of the falling leaves, say goodbye, no longer return.
2. Description of the autumn scene of the article high school 800 words
Autumn rain The sky of the fallen leaves unscrupulously floating, a summer of weariness seems to be all dissipated, the dusk of the autumn loaded with full of loss, like a river, roaming on my heart of sadness.
Outside the window, the rain is quietly weaving a veil of smoke and mist, caging heaven and earth into it. The rain, tilted and drifting, sprinkled on the glass, playing a mournful lute.
My eyes turned to the window, the sinking scenery has been blurred, a few empty buildings but clearly stand in the eye side.
These are the first time I've seen a picture of the world's most important city, and I've seen a picture of the world's most important city, the world's most important city.
I walked helplessly to the makeup mirror, face of the cloud has been all step open.
It's a good thing that I've been working on this for a long time, because I've been working on this for a long time, and I've been working on this for a long time.
Melancholy eyes gazed at the mirror, not much, both sides of the tears have fallen tears full, two lines of mediocre amount of teardrops along both cheeks helplessly slipped down ...... I'm melancholy, I'm at a loss, I'm bored, I'm crazy, I'm rebellious, I'm worldly, I'm impatient, I'm lonely, I'm depressed, I'm panicked, I'm confused, I'm heartbroken, I'm nasty, I'm humble, I'm not a good person, I'm a good person. nasty, I'm humble, I'm small, I'm jealous, I'm suspicious, I'm sensitive, I'm weak, I'm timid, I'm ridiculous, I'm sinking, I'm falling. I fantasize about a better life, I escape the cruel reality; I yearn for a paradise; I am against the world of human feelings; I like to be quiet and quiet, I hate to be upset; I expect heaven on earth, I am indifferent to fame and fortune; I desire to live in peace; I reject the violence of war.
I pursued the dream but sunk to the fall; I respect the old and love the young to go cynical; I am lively and cheerful but melancholic uncertainty; I like the lively but independent personality; I advocate science but avoid medical treatment; I comply with the law but free to loose; I envy the perfect but willing to fall behind. When all the efforts end up in vain, when all the efforts are destined to go down the drain, what can I say? I am speechless, I am speechless, I become mute, I become a person who can't be himself.
Once *** enjoy the bright moon of the heart, once the wind and snow once the romantic legend of the month, once the flowers before the moon walk hand in hand, once the red dust as a companion of the sweet words, once entangled in a long time, once the wind and scenery of the roaring, once the oath of alliance of the day and night. Once lingering and sentimental sleepless nights, once silent and depraved sadness and despair, once the blossoming of the flower season and rainy season, once free and romantic amount of cloud scrolling, once the tidal wave of the ups and downs of the ups and downs of the course, once hooked up with the hustle and bustle, once the plain right and wrong, once the numbness of doing nothing.
I slowly chewed in the memory of the past, slowly reminiscent of, slowly sleep.
It's a good thing that I'm not a big fan of the idea, because I'm not a big fan of the idea.
I gradually felt: living is a kind of harm, is a kind of torture to oneself. I began to yearn for heaven on earth, and thought about heaven and earth.
I fantasize that all the colorful, charming, beautiful things in the world will be revived, and all the touching, heartwarming, tear-jerking episodes will be repeated. I fantasize that all men and women in the world will respect each other and love each other.
I expect all cadres in the world people are equal, fair treatment. All the police criminals without rank, all the rich beggars get along with ease, *** enjoy happiness, all the rats and cats *** with the frolicking and playing, all the opposing things will be unified and peaceful coexistence.
We live a ****productivist life, "to wind to wind. If you want rain, you get rain."
I had a good night in my thoughts. I thought of my parents.
Relatives and friends, teachers and classmates. They all received the gift of the Goddess of Mercy and ascended to heaven and earth.
They escaped the cruelty of reality, unrestrained and free. They got rid of the trivial life, abandoned the false embarrassment, and communicated frankly and sincerely in another country.
They watch the clouds roll in and out, look at the clouds roll in and out, look for the sea water bucket, watch the eagles spread their wings, look at the wild geese to pass on their love. They live a fairy-like cozy, comfortable, comfortable life, their songs and dances are famous, their merits and virtues known to the world. They play with the Chang'e Jade Rabbit in the Guanghan Palace *** enjoy the happiness of heaven, they saw the real plot of the meeting of the Cowherd and the Weaving Maiden on July 7, they witnessed the Nuwa mending the sky of that part of the sky, they recall the legend of the Quafu chasing the sun, they listen to the love story of Guai Bo Ya and Zhong Ziqi, they appreciate the beautiful music of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, they watch the Monkey King somersaulting in the clouds and driving the mist, and they are in charge of the world! They were summoned by the Jade Emperor, who was in charge of the world, they visited the Queen Mother's Peach Garden, and wished the Queen Mother a happy birthday. ...... I thought of myself, my own impatience, frivolity and arrogance for the fame and fortune of the busy life. ...... In the distance came out of the Faye Wong's free and deep love. The sky is not always beautiful after the storm, not just a rainbow when the sky is clear, so just because you're innocent doesn't mean you're ignorant, not all relationships have a beginning and an end, not all loneliness has to be terrifying, but life can't be avoided, and there's always a pain at the beginning, but I hope your eyes only see smiles, and I hope that every tear you leave behind will be touched, and I hope that every dream you have in the future won't be in vain, and that heaven and earth will become a place where people will be happy and excited, if they are worthy of praise. The world is bigger than you can imagine I can't bear to bully you I hope you'll understand I hope you'll know where to go The next day, the autumn rain is still falling ...... Everything is still going on the same way. The next day, the rain was still falling, and I hope you know what I mean.
3. High School Essay on Autumn Colors
Autumn on Campus The campus was not silent in the early morning, and people were busy everywhere.
Some are in a hurry to park their cars in the carport, some are running to the classroom with their backpacks, and some are doing their duty with brooms.
. As usual, I was carrying my backpack, walking towards the classroom, with no time to think about anything. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
A cold wind blew, beside the "Nanyang pillar" book on the branches of the violent shaking up. The yellow leaves on the branches quickly detached from the down, in the autumn wind flying in the sky, like a large group of yellow butterflies, in the sunrise to show off their soft posture.
When I looked up, I realized: autumn is here ah! The cycle of life is a beauty, but undefeated life is more admirable.
In the eastern corner of the campus, there is a clump of bamboo forest, dense, bamboo branches cross each other, scrambling to stretch, even in this sluggish autumn wind, but also never slow down the pace of life. The verdant bamboo leaves, spirited and enthusiastic branches, all overflowing with the vigor and hope of life.
"Snow presses the pine, the pine is straight and straight," our campus will not have snow, but I firmly believe that, even if the wind, thick snow, can not bend the bamboo, but also can not change their thirst for life. Undefeated life is awe-inspiring, but the only beautiful bland scene is the best interpretation of the true meaning of life.
"Where to wake up tonight, the willow bank dawn wind and moon." We do not have a poet on campus, but there is a "willow bank" that is similar to the word.
Standing on the campus of the bridge, lying on the bridge railing, looking down at the blue water under the bridge, must be the most pleasant thing for our students. There is no running water under the bridge, only turquoise stagnant water.
But a group of red carp in the water brisk movement also makes the pool water become dynamic. Autumn cold did not let this "willow bank bridge green water" to change its beautiful nature.
"The eagle strikes the sky, the fish fly shallow, all things frost sky even free."
In the fall wind, this group of red carp in the water under the "happy and immobile, begin to see far away, to and from the open and close, seems to be happy with the swimmers."
Spiritual fish, spiritual water. The soft willow, the soft wind.
The ordinary and happy interpretation of life. Sweep away the bleakness of autumn.
"Since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely, I say that autumn is better than spring."
The autumn of our campus is bright and full of vitality. I, praise autumn.
4. Write autumn high school essay about 800 words
Autumn
"A leaf knows the color of autumn", the falling leaves fluttering to become a scene of autumn color.
The wind in the fall, blowing away the spring "wet", blowing away the summer "boring", brought a cool. People say that the fall wind is dry. I do not think so, I like the feeling of the autumn wind mixing, it can make a person's mind clear; can let the body of the dust flying far away; can take our soul into the autumn colors. Autumn wind flash, all the trees will report a warm applause and beautiful dance, that scene is grand and grand, no less than a grand party lively scene, full of butterfly-like leaves flying in the sky. Leaves collide between the loud sound seems to the mother earth, the children to return to the mother earth's embrace, the excitement is no words to express, and do not need to express, because the autumn wind has quietly informed the earth.
Autumn leaves, took away the spring "green", took away the summer "shell", brought a section of the sky dancing moving scene. Each leaf is the end of a life, but also the beginning of another life. Fallen leaves in the wind to dance gracefully, sometimes fluttering down, sometimes turn around, sometimes with the wind, wearing a yellow shirt, they are in the most beautiful dance to the trees to say goodbye. Thank you for the nurturing grace of the mother tree. Autumn leaves covered all corners of the world, a walk through, as if playing a beautiful piano music, rise and fall. There is a "big pearl small pearl fall jade disk" of the momentum, "the aftermath of the sound around the beam for three days".
Autumn color, dusted with the spring "colorful", dusted with the summer "red", dyed a layer of dark brown. Brown is the main color of autumn. The arrival of autumn, all things in heaven and earth to meet this. The brown color makes people think of endless possibilities. I don't like "colorful", don't like "red", don't like "white", only love brown. It represents a kind of solemnity, calm, but it is also people's deepest heart of a "amber", transparent wrapped in a kind of bitterness. At the same time, brown is also a favorite of painters in the depiction of autumn scenery. Autumn's color is simple. Not elegant, not pretentious, with the simplicity of the conquest of me.
Autumn sunshine, covering the spring "warm", covering the summer "heat", sent a hint of "coolness", the fall sunshine wake up are quite late, disappear fast. The sun wakes up late in the fall and disappears quickly. It is considered to be "late out and early return". But it does not hinder its quality of beauty. It not only shines on everything, but also shines through the depths of the human heart. I think, the fall sunshine is to understand my inner secret, I do not have to confide in anyone. Because the fall sun has told nature, they will be with me with joy and sorrow.
Autumn wind, autumn leaves, autumn hues, autumn sunshine, constitute a wonderful picture of autumn. The picture is buried in many secrets, as long as we are good at discovering, can be uncovered; the picture contains many philosophies of life, as long as we actively seek, can be realized. Pictures show a lot of colorful life, as long as we correct attitude, can have.
Autumn - a wonderful picture of life.
5. High school essay "the autumn in my mind"
Autumn, a golden season, a harvest season, a pleasant season. In the fall, there are geese flying over, chrysanthemum yellow branches, sunshine, autumn wind and rain.
I like autumn, like the fields in autumn. Walking between the fields, as if in a golden fairy tale world. As far as the eye can see, a large area of a large area of wheat want to heat wave in the roll, it will be the life of all the energy released, so warm, so noisy. But the farmers are not happy, their simple face with a sweet smile, cut, cut, they showed the joy of the harvest, fast hit fast hit.
I love autumn, like the woods in autumn. Standing in the woods, the autumn girl sent a burst of autumn, as if sending a piece of her love. Being in the middle of the forest, I feel that I suddenly became very small, while in front of me is a behemoth, they are sometimes silent, and sometimes issued a warlike roar. The mixture of sounds from the trees can be really frightening.
Looking back to this maple forest, the pentagram-like red leaves stained the sky, wearing a fiery red windbreaker to the mountain gate, those pentagrams red like fire, red like the evening sun, red like the sun, which is always exuberant life to meet the arrival of autumn, to report to mankind the information that autumn has come.
The autumn wind is sullen, the autumn girl and all kinds of trees to do games. It plays games with the willow tree, the willow's green crown gradually turned yellow. It turns out that the autumn girl dyed them yellow, the autumn girl straight naughty. The autumn girl ran to play with the pine, but the pine did not move like a soldier guarding the border, eyes so firm, expression so serious. She said goodbye to the pines and came back to the maple tree. The autumn girl sang a beautiful song, the maple tree danced beautifully, the dance can be beautiful.
I love autumn, I love the woods in autumn, the woods in autumn in my eyes, the autumn in my eyes is a harvest season, the harvest season.
6. 急
Autumn is originally colorless. Golden autumn, that is the working people to symbolize the harvest of the pronouns; sad autumn, that is the heart of the melancholy people give it their own inner feelings, but this is not too much. Every time you see the leaves yellow, flowers withered, in the late autumn sun was pulled long figure, who can not help but touch the sadness, sighs again and again, but this is not so far.
The intoxicating autumn colors give people unlimited reverie, the cold autumn wind blowing people chilly. Everyone's experience is different, treat the same thing in a very different view. We can not look at the world with colored glasses, can not be emotionally blinded. Let us jump out of the flamboyant world of emotions, rationally see the people and things around you, you will find all kinds of color fog quietly dispersed, another color is spreading, that is a kind of penetrating eyes, pure rational color, which is their true color. Van Gogh's "sunflowers" are also blooming in the fall! So gorgeous golden yellow, exaggerated and wild, is the genius of all the dreams. With a kind of "falling red is not a merciless thing, turned into spring mud to protect the flowers" plot, with a leaf fluttering, informed of its arrival.
Ma Zhiyuan's pen, it is "old trees and crows", "the old road, the west wind thin horse" gray depression; leaf drift down I do not know whether it is the pursuit of the wind or the village's retention, but it fell, it will breed a generation of newborns.
But I believe that in the near future, the fall will be green. I will walk on the green road of hope, see the green grass on the roadside to pay tribute to me, the verdant forest will also envy my glory.
The high sky, light clouds, and a line of southward-facing autumn geese tell me that it is again the time of falling leaves.
It is autumn when there are falling leaves; it is autumn when there is drifting; it is autumn when there is a piece of golden wild chrysanthemum.
After many years I have forgotten your face but I will never forget your wild chrysanthemum smile.
It is the mountains blooming brilliant wild chrysanthemums make us come together, still vaguely remember, we have been attracted by the beautiful autumn scenery.
We sat on the ground with our backs to each other and watched the sunset in the sky.
Suddenly, I felt a warm current pass through my left foot, followed by a sharp pain, and I knew something unfortunate had happened.
At this time beside you, with a soft voice to comfort me, and then gave me a sweet smile and said: "Good boy not afraid". At this time, in the light of the setting sun and the wild chrysanthemums under the reflection of that smile is a different kind of brilliant, has been y reflected in my mind, what happened next I do not know, after waking up, I was lying in a hospital bed, my mother told me, is a big boy sucked me by the poisonous snake to be the wound makes me safe and sound ......
In the In the days when life belonged to you, more wild chrysanthemums were competing to open; in the time when your life was declared to be over, you were smeared with a faint yellow dress, and, perhaps, some wild chrysanthemums withered for the sake of some other wild chrysanthemums to open better.
That year's autumn, the sky is extraordinarily blue, wild chrysanthemums bloom extraordinarily brilliant, that year's autumn sunset is also golden ......
The flow of light a flash of a few decades, the red cherries and green bananas mind can never undertake not to wipe the shoulders and when the remorse, even if it is dusty thousands of years of past will still be in the ruins of the The story of the past is still in ruins, and it is a sad story of the love of the past.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey.
Another year in the fall, I brought from this countless flowers to pick out a few dozen blooming the most brilliant wild chrysanthemums, came to your grave, I do not know that I have not even had the time to ask the name of the big brother, you are in the mountains in the accompaniment of the golden wild chrysanthemums, live a good life?
7. Jiangnan Autumn Scene Description High School Essay
Jiangnan Autumn Scene Description
Jiangnan, as we all know, is a beautiful place, Jiangnan in the fall is even more attention, the sun is gradually falling, winding stone paths seem so quiet, aside the flowers and trees are about to wither, but they are still growing, in bloom, before withering to show their own The last trace of beauty. A few pines and cypresses have some yellowed needles, plus the sun's afterglow, giving people a few sacred feelings.
The clear surface of the lake is occupied by the last trace of blue in the sky, of course, how can such a beautiful scenery lack of animals, a swan with its own baby to play, a small wooden bridge over the lake, let a person feel a sense of calm and peace.
The light of the sky illuminates the cabin's splendor, the cabin's three sides are surrounded by green trees, like the fairy's castle as beautiful, but also brings a sense of mystery, clean, neat cabin all of a sudden was imagined. The autumn in Jiangnan is so beautiful!
The fall came when it was said to come. And it comes and goes in a hurry. In the meantime, twice to Nanshan, because Nanshan newly opened a landscape Avenue across the east and west, is a good place to appreciate the fall. Maybe it is the cause of the scene, wrote the above poem, small mountain building is located in Zhenjiang Xijin ancient ferry. Tang Zhang Hu's famous "Jinling Jindu Xiaoshanlou, a pedestrian can be sad; the tide falls in the night river slanting moon, two or three stars is Guazhou", is well known as "the title of the Jinling Ferry". Autumn in Jiangnan always comes and goes in a hurry. Autumn came, always have to say something, and then knocked down some words.
The fall is heavy. Autumn is here. The vast expanse of the earth, as if overnight, was painted with a layer of brilliant gold with a heavy brush. Autumn is the season of harvest. Standing in the field, look around, a vivid "autumn harvest map" into the eyes, the red face of the sorghum, that strokes the beard of the buds, the smile bent waist of the rice, that overflowing with laughter figure ...... fall to the farmyard to hold up the full. The bottom of the crop man's speech will be sufficient. Autumn is the thickness. Look at the golden yellow leaves cascading, see the golden fruits piled up, the heart will have a kind of solid, a kind of satisfaction, a kind of joy. Autumn is not only beautiful scenery, it also contains a rich philosophy.
You can let go of your dreams to meet your own glorious years. Life is like a bottle of wine, a bottle of wine brewed by yourself, your own taste. I think the wine brewed in the fall should be more mellow and more fragrant to taste the flavor.
8. high reward - write a high school student essay on the autumn scenery of about 800 words, do not Ctrl + v
This can not, good effort. Autumn scenery a touch of ------ of framed leaves fall leaves, fell . Time, has been fixed. The wind is blowing again. Leaf, that only survives in the branch tip of the leaf, it shakes. Yesterday, the wind blew. It lost its only companion who lived on the same branch. The moment it lost its friend, it knew that the end was near. After all, the fate of the final fade can not be changed, just now still want to continue the geometry of life! The wind is blowing. Night, some shedding. Life, difficult to maintain. In the spring, once with a tender body, bathed in the spring light. It has heard the warbler's song and seen the swallow's dance. In this season, it has new life and vigor. Life, it has experienced, and has come! In the summer, there are cicadas, despite the scorching heat, and the occasional bugs resting on it, but also its own joy. And then occasionally a summer rain, washed down all the dirt on the body, good self-satisfaction! Autumn is approaching, and all life is almost in a state of depression! The bleak wind blows! Leaves fall one by one. Another shiver, leaves, petioles finally broke off. At this moment, the air is frozen. The heart is still empty. Perhaps, it will soon be blown to a corner by the autumn wind, slowly, broken! Maybe it was all a mistake. Everything it was, but it was pierced by God! The moment it breaks down, time is frozen. A girl, seemingly melancholic, picked it up. From then on, the girl's diary became its place. Winter has long passed. Only, it is not broken. Afterword: Leaves, fall by the wind in the fall, but the leaves fall, but not necessarily to be broken! Hold on, know the last moment, believe, everything will come through. What about people? Be strong! Let's try again. When the cold wind blows the leaves to flutter, I know this is the footsteps of autumn running to us; when the halo is burning hot at sunset, I also know this is the postal envelope sent to me by autumn; when there are no more children playing in the street as companions, I also know this is the pedal of autumn sailing to my heart. Autumn is coming, like a rush. When fall arrives, the weather will gradually turn cooler, and people are naturally busy preparing to store some food and drink for the winter. And the leaves? Also take advantage of this momentum for a space, run to the ground to develop! In the fall, the busiest is the farmers uncle, to a large area of a large area of crops to see - a good harvest scene! Look, a slim tree branches by the heavy fruit bent, not public and not apologize, but also the disaster snickering! Look, the cotton bloomed a smile, is happy to think of the report of the fall it! Glance, I am wondering who is whimpering? Turning around, oh, it's you, cabbage, "Why haven't I matured yet?" "Because that's the way everything grows!" Let's go! I'll take you to a more elegant one! Don't startle her. Look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look. The wind is getting stronger, blowing down the rustling leaves, and the leaves piled up on both sides of the road are getting taller. This undoubtedly puts a heavy burden on the cleaners! People's clothes are also gradually thickened, one armed with a meat bag like. The night is getting longer and longer, so that we "early morning and late at night" on the way out of school, a person strolling in the road path alone, listening to the white sneakers crushed leaves on the ground, looking at the sky clouds, sunshine, the heart is just to hold back a ripple of abundance, there is no big waves, face painted with a little numbness. Whether some sentimental? Helplessly looked at the table, the time is quicksand from my fingers slipped away, can not be traced ...... Regrettably, generations of writers and writers do not know how much written on the fall of the sadness, but very few of the shadow of the meaning of the Zanqiu. Probably, the fall to too many people bring is sentimental. Because it took away too much time and love. People who have the leisure to enjoy themselves, naturally do not like this kind of sadness. But I want to praise the same as the golden harvest joy of the dream, a carries us on the wings of the dream! You see if you can help, not to say.
9. campus in the fall high school essay
I love our campus, I love the campus in the fall.
Autumn is here, the weather is getting cooler, students and teachers are wearing fall clothes.
In the campus, the chrysanthemums bloomed, you see they are fighting for color, there are red, golden, purple, white, pink, orange ...... good-looking. Osmanthus saw, but also no weakness with the chrysanthemums than the beauty, to show people the delicate flowers and rich fragrance, looking at the branches of a group of small yellow flowers, I smelled a strong fragrance, which covers the entire campus, as if it can also float to every corner of the world. The sky is blue blue, a few birds flying around in the sky, while flying also chirping something, may be calling their friends or family to come and enjoy the beauty of our campus.
In class time, the campus is silent, the teacher in the classroom colorful to us, students concentrate on listening to the lecture, note-taking sound like silkworms eat mulberry leaves sound. The sound of the teacher's lectures and the rustle of the students' notes made up a beautiful symphony, and the campus in the fall seemed to be listening to the students seriously.
The bell rang, the campus in the fall, but there is a hot scene in the summer, some students in the jump rope, one, two, three, slow down, I can not count ...... Well, the playground over there a few people in what? They look like they're on fire. Oh, it turned out to be a race running there, so I also joined, started, running! Hey, wait for me, why are you guys running so fast? If I don't speed up, I'll be last. Look, the classroom in front of the open space and a few female students in the shuttlecock, one, two, three ...... Oh, kicked more than a dozen it, I can hardly count. The small shuttlecock in their feet up and down, like colorful butterflies in the flutter, really good, see I want to learn to play shuttlecock.
Why is there the sound of reading?
The sound of reading is not at all out of place in the lively laughter, but is as harmonious as music, as if it were accompanying the laughter.
The campus is our home, the paradise of our hearts. It is an umbrella to protect us from the wind and rain, and it is a paradise of knowledge. I love our campus, because she is our paradise, is our knowledge of the shaking monitor.