In the seething autumn winds after the brush, in the piece of yellow residual leaves all over the ground after the comeback is the attack of the bone-chilling winds, or the branches of the cypress tree on the head of the long bald?
The north of the fall sky high clouds, extremely far, gorgeous and abundant. However, there is no rain, always like the lack of some wet and soft notes, a few points of the mood of the fall, let a person have indescribable regret.
But in just a few days, it all changed. First of all, 50 kilometers of streaming clouds with 16 in the sky over Shencheng long stayed more than three hours, rumbling thunder wrapped in the rain pouring down from time to time, 15:00 just to, the sky has been completely darkened down, the street lamps in the instant in the thick "night" in the bright, all the cars driving on the road, all the lights on! All the cars on the road had their lights on and were moving slowly. I was on the road at that moment.
Immediately after another dashing autumn rain, the temperature plummeted 12 degrees. The fall, a hurried curtain.
The top of the rain to the square once the highest building on the 21st floor to visit friends. Although I added clothes, holding a cup of hot tea in my hand, through the glass window, looking at the eyes of the rain is sometimes diagonal and sometimes fluttering snowflakes, facing the City Hall Plaza, I can still feel from the body to the heart of the slightest chill.
The grass in the center of the square is still green in the rain, but it already looks pathetic, and the trees around it are still golden, but they are no longer gorgeous. Obviously, a few days ago, this place used to be "full of golden armor", but now, all the scenery has quietly changed colors, changed roles, and is about to retreat to the background. The two seasons are so simple and smooth in a flash to complete the handover. I can't remember what happened in previous years, but it was a bit of a surprise.
The snowflakes seem to have a bit of shyness, refused to stay in front of people, and hurriedly reported to the winter curtain, and then left in a hurry.
Although it is not at this moment to sigh "autumn wind and rain sad people", but still can not help but think of some people's death, some people far away.
Thurso autumn wind, yellow leaves of the pavement, the end of a process of struggle, piercing cold wind, branches of bald cypress trees, began a process of accumulation. Life is a struggle to burst the process, is the change of the season in the fall and winter!
2. Autumn to winter essayAutumn to winter.
Looking back on the 2011 study life, really something else in the heart ...... Spicy Although it has entered the fall, but the sun is still not willing to bury itself in the clouds. By midday, the sunlight that pours on the earth is a little more hot.
And at this time, I carried my backpack, quickly out of the house, to the station to wait for the delayed bus. In the midst of helplessness, I looked at the watch, only to see the second hand ticking and turning.
Time passed by second by second. "If the bus doesn't come, we'll be late."
I muttered in my heart. Five minutes later the late bus came into my sight.
With great difficulty, I squeezed onto the bus, only hoping that the roadside street trees would fly past my eyes. Otherwise less learning, even a few words, wouldn't do.
You may be wondering: why am I so impatient? The reason is very simple: originally I studied English on Sunday afternoons at some English training center. But this semester, I joined the school's math improvement class, which is also on Sunday afternoons, which means I'll lose two English lessons.
My mother advised me, "You're doing well in math, but you're majoring in French, and you only have two English classes a week, so why don't you just drop the math class? It's better to learn English." My father also said to me, "Although you are good at math, you should maintain the advantage, and definitely not give up the improvement class."
Both opinions are valid, where should I go from here? Sitting at my desk, I faced the shade and sun outside the window and was secretly sad. Perhaps both approaches are easy for me, like hiding in the shade of a cool tree, but lacking the joy of playing in the sun.
In the end, I chose to go to the training center at noon for remedial lessons, and use my original English class hours for math improvement classes, so that I could have both the fish and the bear's paw. This way, I have to sacrifice the leisure of resting at home during the hottest time of the day, enjoying the shade of the air-conditioning and competing with the training center for every second of the class *** Now you understand why I don't want to be delayed by waiting for the bus! To summarize, that time was hot.
Although the spiciness is still within my tolerance limit, I still feel a little "hot".
Although the spice is still within the limits of my tolerance, I still feel a little "hot".
The results - at least I think not very good, after all, with the original level of a certain gap. I'm very worried that this time the results will let me own great disappointment, but what can be done? But what can I do? These scores are a foregone conclusion.
Sitting in my seat, I looked at the sky. The sky was only a dark gray, which seemed to foretell something, and I was very disturbed as I went through the marks on my exam papers again and again.
Perhaps it is true that "since the ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely", I always feel that this time I will really fail. "I think I'm going to fail this time! Do you want to check the rankings?" I froze for a moment, and eventually went with my classmates.
With trepidation, I walked into the office, and the teacher, who had long since seen through our intentions, told me: eighth in the class. "Based on past rankings, there may be hope for me to get into the top fifty of the year."
I took a chance. The hardest part was that the rankings were not published! There is no way out, it is better to go back to class first! But I couldn't stop thinking about it.
God gave me a hard fruit without mercy. In class, the teacher said: "This time our class test is not good enough, into the year section within the top fifty students, only so five or six ......" This is the truth.
In addition to acceptance, do I have a second choice? But when I got home, my mom saw me crying, and she understood everything. She didn't blame me at all, but just let me summarize the lessons learned and try again next time. Then, she helped me analyze the test paper and found that many of the errors were caused by carelessness and carelessness in reviewing the questions.
Of course, I in the days to come, but also for the test I exposed the other deficiencies under a lot of effort. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that! The taste of failure is always so astringent.
Sweet Time is so fast, always feel that it is some go too hastily. The final exam is here again, this time the results will be directly into our helicopter grades.
One day, the class teacher asked me: "What is the goal of the final exam?" I answered without thinking, "Top 50 in the year section!" After this, I worked harder and harder until that day out of the examination room. What greeted me was a short but long wait.
Finally, I was two days later one evening, on - when a crisp and pleasant dazzle *** for me to bring the happy news - it was the teacher. She said to me, "Congratulations, you reached your goal."
So happy! Finally, I was in the top fifty in my year group again. Looking back on my efforts over the course of half a semester, I feel quite rewarded.
From autumn to winter, the sweat sprinkled all the way, nourished my learning journey, but also nourished my life. My mom and dad's smiles of relief gave me the greatest recognition.
In the winter of 2011, the brilliant sunshine sprinkled on the body, warm; the joy of success into the heart, gorgeous, to add some sweetness to my life in the bottle of five flavors. The winter is over, and the spring is coming.
Looking ahead to 2012, I think there will be another flavor on the heart .......
3. 600-word essay on any aspect. Quickly~~~Autumn goes to winter
What season is cold? What season is white? What season is lifeless? It goes without saying, any earthling knows - winter.
Sister Autumn left us in a hurry, followed by the footsteps of brother Winter. The weather is getting colder and colder, people wear thick clothes, and there are fewer pedestrians on the road, replaced by a fragile leaf. Walking on the road, sometimes a cool breeze, let a person feel comfortable, and sometimes a bitter cold wind came, let a person feel piercing. The wind, too, can make one feel the approach of winter.
I like to dance rich musical melody dance snowflakes. I remember one day last winter, the sky was cloudy, suddenly, the sky came a few naughty "elves" - snowflakes, these "elves" as if the detective, then, flew to the Then, many snowflakes flew in. These snowflakes were fluttering and sprinkling on the earth. They flutter in the sky, suddenly like wisps of willow flakes in the breeze fluttering freely, suddenly like a reed in the riverside lakeside crowded before and after the jumping and swinging, suddenly like a silver butterfly in the dance, and suddenly like millions of pieces of waxberry petals from the air around the tumbling down ...... light snowflakes leisurely and soothingly drifting down, noiselessly The first time I saw the car, I saw the car, I saw the car.
The wind stopped, the snow stopped. After the snow, the earth has become a world of ice and jade. I strolled in the snow, my feet stepped on the snow, issued a "creak creak" sound, like a gentle rain, sounds very kind. The sky, blue blue, the snow wiped more clean, but also seems higher and farther; trees, it is simply jade tree agarwood ...... ah, a good picture of silver wrapped snow map!
Autumn is gone, winter is coming, let us breathe the breath of winter!
4. 400 words about the fall to winter essayFall to winter fall to winter, she cloaked in a mysterious veil quietly came to earth.
Look! The winter sun is not as dazzling as the spring, and the light it emits is soft and feeble. When the wind blows, the dead leaves on the trees fall down, as if they were shivering, and the tree branches are bare, like a bald old man towering.
There are a few sparrows resting on the branches of the trees, calling to each other, as if telling everyone that winter is coming. Walking on the road to Cambridge English, I saw a white field, and on closer inspection, it turned out to be frost.
The vegetables in the vegetable field are frozen and drooping, and the look is insipid. The dirt was pale, without its usual luster, like it was sick.
There is a small pond next to the vegetable field, the pond water frozen ice, I picked up a small stone with curiosity and threw it into the pond, the ice did not break, but quietly "lying" on the top, so I picked up a bigger stone and smashed it down hard, the ice finally broke through a small hole, the water out, but the water was not long before the ice was frozen, but it was not long before it was frozen. Not long after the ice. The street is very cold, maybe it is a double holiday, maybe the weather is too cold, everyone may be hiding in the nest sleep.
The people who go out are changed into thick cotton jacket, some also put on a scarf, some wear a hat, everyone can keep warm clothes are worn, wrap themselves tightly, like a big meat dumplings. Although the winter is very cold, but we are still looking forward to the coming of winter, after the snow and can pile snowman, snowball fight.
Winter is full of joy. You can also help the crops to freeze the pests.
5. Primary school fourth grade next book essay observe a corner of the campus topic big banyan tree how to write\x09 Our school - xxx elementary school.
It was built about ten years ago. \x09 \x09 \x09 \x09 \x09 \x09 \x09 As soon as we enter the main gate of the school and turn to the right, what comes into our eyes are the four big, strong and powerful golden letters 'I.H.E. Annex Primary School'.
The teaching building is five stories high. On the left side of the building, there are two tall, upright banyan trees.
They are like two guards defending our campus. When spring arrives, a small green head on the tree can not wait to poke its head out, but also want to have a good look at the beautiful campus spring color.
This little green head told me the good news: spring is here, the banyan sprouted! Soon, the spring went away with a light step, and the summer came silently. The banyan tree was growing in full bloom! The tree is full of dark green leaves, so many, so dense, so green.
We sometimes play games happily under the tree, take a cool ride under the tree, and rest under the tree with our eyes closed ...... This fine-leaved banyan brings us a lot of joy and beauty. Time always passes so quickly, and summer is gone, the quiet autumn girl came to earth.
She used her slender hand gently fan, fine-leaved banyan leaves swinging with the wind, only occasionally so many yellow leaves like a yellow butterfly, spinning down. The rest of the leaves are still so green.
Autumn and winter are coming. Ficus microcarpa is not afraid of the cold, it is still upright, green.
It also protects us from the wind and the cold. It allows us to have a comfortable class in a warm classroom.
\x09 \x09 I love my school, and I love the two tall and upright Ficus microcarpa trees in my school even more! \x09.
6. request a composition to the "autumn to winter" as the titlehand holding tea, the case of shallow reading, and stayed through the autumn, was cooked by the years of the day as the case of the lilies, faint flow of incense, by the time to lavender dark lamps, Ying with a pale light, enticing moths stooped. Shallow memories, such as the faint fragrance of flowers, trickling in the tranquility of the night. And like a moth to the flame, the impact of the heart of the soft collection, do not want to take in the sun to dry, the heart has fallen for it.
The soothing music masks the outdoor rain and snow, another night of thinking about you. I want you to think of your affectionate gaze stops in my hair on a red leaf, want to meet with you like a leisurely snowfall meets the autumn rain, will be with the red leaves love **** dance, so that only belongs to me that a leaf of romance, a leaf of splendor is full of lovesickness, and you stay in the deep fall of the moment has become the red dust in the sudden return to the throbbing.
Always used to think of you quietly listening to the window of the sound, like now, listening to the rain outside the window soft with the sound of the grass, imagining the snow in the gap in the rain looking for the direction of the drift, the feeling that the alternation of the seasons is so wonderful, the coming one such as the sky outside the flying fairy, the going one is difficult to part with, a short encounter in the red dust is the drama of the two looking at each other in the late fall of the night staged in the silence of the cold, not the protagonist, but experienced the ending of the pain! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
Put down the pen in the hand, write not all the vicissitudes of the fall and the sadness, write not all the years of love yesterday's watch, not as much as to let it fade into the night of the wind and snow, and from now on, look back and no longer think about the past.
Perhaps, you are far away, also guarded the silent night, just white world, whether it is shallow away from the injury, or has already been forgotten for many years. 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, and I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey.
The wind and rain return road, you still life on the road dashing and bold, I also say goodbye to yesterday, rest in the years of good times, guarding a calm, and the autumn rain **** chanting a quiet song, and snow **** to go to a wind and snow.
Autumn, winter, and the end of the world.
7. 400 words about the composition of the fall and winterfall and winter
fall and winter, she cloaked in a mysterious veil silently to the earth.
Look! The winter sun is not as dazzling as the spring, it sends out the light is soft and weak. The northwestern wind blows, the dead leaves on the trees down, they seem to be shivering, the branches of the tree is bare, like a bald old man towering. There are a few sparrows resting on the branches, calling to each other, as if telling everyone that winter is coming.
Walking on the road to Cambridge English, I saw a white field, and on closer inspection, it turned out to be frost. The vegetables in the vegetable field are frozen and drooping, and the look is insipid. The soil was pale, without its usual luster, like it was sick. Vegetable next to a small pond, pond water frozen ice, I picked up a small stone with curiosity and threw it into the pond, the ice did not break, but quietly "lying" on the top, so I picked up a bigger stone hard down, the ice finally broke a small hole, the water came out, but not long after the ice again.
The street is very cold, maybe it is a double holiday, maybe the weather is too cold, everyone may be hiding in the nest sleep. Traveling people are put on a thick cotton jacket, some also put on a scarf, some wear a hat, everyone can keep warm clothes are worn, wrapped themselves tightly, like a big meat dumplings.
Although the winter is very cold, but we are still looking forward to the coming of winter, after the snow and can pile up snowmen, snowball fights. The winter is full of happiness. You can also help the crops to freeze the pests.