Autumn is the harvest season. The farmer's uncle has harvested a lot of fruits, but I have gained a touch and a feeling in it.
Autumn is a bleak beauty, and the lingering autumn rain inevitably evokes some sadness. What's more, the word "autumn" plus "heart" becomes "sorrow". Scholars always associate autumn with desolation: "Where the autumn wind comes from, the geese are sent home in the rustling, and the lonely guests smell it first." "If you keep cutting, you are still in chaos. It is parting, not having a taste in my heart. " Because she is a bleak autumn wind, with thousands of trees falling leaves and thousands of flowers dying, it also indicates the arrival of winter. But I still like this quiet and sad feeling.
Autumn is still a great dedication, the leaves are yellow and the maple leaves are red, which is really beautiful. But the autumn wind blows slightly, just like butterflies flying, posing as "autumn" on the yellow land, which can be selflessly thrown into the land to moisten the roots. Chrysanthemum also bloomed at this time, releasing its beauty, waiting for her to wither and wither together, but she still stubbornly persisted. Perhaps as long as it can bloom for even a moment, it will not bear this life. Oh, autumn is also a season of dedication.
Autumn warms people's hearts, and the warm sunshine in autumn stays in the blue sky, warm and soft. Looking up and staring, I don't feel dazzling at all, but I am more charming and have a warm and meticulous feeling.
Autumn is a smile of harvest, and everything is mature and fruitful. The persimmons and huge pears with red lanterns hanging on the trees, the cotton like a sea of clouds, and the rice bent down with laughter are all intoxicating and exciting, and there are always sweet fruits and smiling faces.
Autumn is beautiful, charming and colorful. She is a naughty child. Before the summer was over, she played a new movement in the continuous autumn rain. Waving a brush in the dense fog, casually drawing golden rice fields, red fruits, blue sky, brown fallen leaves ... When the clouds disappear, everything becomes more touching inadvertently. Autumn is still a kind angel. We can't bear to let people who have been busy for a year work hard in vain, sprinkle rain and wash away their tired and impetuous hearts.
Autumn is beautiful. Beauty lies in harmony and joy, and in the fragrance of yellow fields, red flowers and dissolved moonlight. She is not shy in spring, bold in summer and cold in winter, but she has tenderness in spring, enthusiasm in summer and charm in winter. Autumn is an end, which brings a sweet result to the gestation of winter, the germination of spring and the cultivation of summer. Autumn is also a beginning. When we have a fruit, we will make more efforts to win another harvest, which means being busy again.
In this charming autumn season, let's unload the honor, fatigue and dust along the way and wait for another new journey. The next autumn is another harvest!
Step 2 write autumn stories
Autumn is my favorite season. It is different from the other three seasons and has its own charm.
In spring, the flowers are blooming, which is really beautiful, but the strength seems to be a little less connotation. In summer, the heat is unbearable, and the hot weather makes people feel irritable. Who wants to go out in winter? Heavy clothes make people breathless.
Autumn is much better, the climate is pleasant, and autumn is crisp. Although many people think that everything is dying in autumn, which makes people sad, I don't think so. As Liu Yuxi wrote, "Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is not as good as spring." Chrysanthemums bloom in autumn. Colorful chrysanthemums are like a rainbow. Chrysanthemum has large stamens and long and narrow petals. Some curl and some stretch, which can be described as varied. More importantly, chrysanthemum blossoms in autumn, which shows that he does not bow to difficulties and faces them directly. This is autumn rhyme. Yuan Zhen, a strange poet, intoned, "It's not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless."
In autumn, there is another kind of flower that is also deeply loved by people-osmanthus. In autumn, a large number of people will enjoy the laurel. Fragrant sweet-scented osmanthus, ten miles fragrant, so charming. It is better to stand under the tree and wash the osmanthus rain than to wear perfume.
Autumn sings the song of harvest. Many fruits are ripe, people come to orchards, and fruit farmers bring cool fruits. Red apples and yellow oranges, take them orally. "There is a bumper harvest in the fragrance of rice and flowers, listening to frogs." In the field, the wheat was heavy, the sorghum was red, and the old farmer smiled.
There are colorful scenery in autumn, which also makes people feel the joy of harvest. Its rhythm is unique.
This article comes from a junior high school composition and I want to publish it.
3. The story composition in autumn is 500 words.
The Story of Autumn When the geese flying in the south left a long and clear call to the mountains and rivers in the north, Yuan Ye, autumn quietly entered our south with mature colors. Autumn is the harvest season. Is that vast field a sea of harvest? Are villages and houses scattered among them? Everything in autumn is so beautiful, but in the writings of literati in past dynasties, autumn is a symbol of decaying grass and leaves falling red and rainy. But I don't think so, because I experienced maturity and harvest in autumn. I remember when I was only as high as my father's waist, I stepped into the gate of primary school. That autumn, the first exam in my life gave me a sense of accomplishment for the first time. That afternoon, the math teacher will announce the test results of Unit 1. I'm nervous. I put my hands on the table, closed my eyes and looked serious. "Thunder, 100 points ..." The teacher was still reading, but I didn't mind listening. I was so happy that I was about to jump three feet high. I am looking forward to attending classes, going to school, telling my mother the good news and letting her share my happiness. But I don't know why, that afternoon became so long, so long, and it was a long time before the afterglow of the sunset quietly dyed the window lattice red. Finally, after school, I went directly to my mother's office. Along the way, I was like a happy bird, my heart was like a blooming flower, and all the joy was written on my face. I look at the sky, the ground, the trees and the grass. I feel that everything is so beautiful and completely immersed in sweetness ... The next year, in that golden autumn, I joined the Young Pioneers with honor. When I put on a red scarf and took the oath in front of the team flag, I felt so sacred and glorious. In the autumn of the third and fourth years, I still have a smile on my face, because I was rated as a top three student every year. ..... Last year's golden autumn was equally wonderful. After only studying calligraphy for half a year, I won the gold medal in the "Longteng Cup" World Calligraphy Competition. I can't believe it. More importantly, I became a middle school student. Fortunately, I became a class teacher with some dignity. What about this autumn? It's harvest season again. I was named "model of three good students". What was my mood when I stepped onto the podium of the opening ceremony under the attention of more than 3000 teachers and students in the whole school? You nervous? No. Is it fear? No. I can't help being excited! Although I didn't take part in the class cadre election this autumn, I am more optimistic, confident and motivated than before. If we don't sow summer sowing in spring, how can we harvest it in autumn? I want to create the golden autumn of my life with my own sweat.
4. Pupils write an autumn story.
Although the spring of flowers is lovely, the autumn colors of fruits and vegetables everywhere are even more gratifying. In the field, golden rice bends down like a golden ocean. Sorghum held a torch and dyed the fields red. In the orchard, apples show red cheeks; Pears in Huang Chengcheng are covered with branches like small lanterns; Persimmons are squeezed in the tree and touched, clamoring for people to pick them; The crystal grape of the same name is like a string of pearls, round and lovely. The leaves gradually turned yellow, and a cool autumn wind blew. The yellow leaves fluttered with the wind and fell to the ground. Soon, the ground was like a thick blanket. Ah! How beautiful autumn is
5. How do pupils write autumn stories?
At dusk, where the water meets the sky, a touch of sunset glow has slowly gone away, and several thin clouds have gone one after another. What's left? Only the yellow autumn water told me that the sunset had come. Why didn't my grandfather? Thoughts bring autumn wind back to childhood, and fallen leaves fly like Huang Die.
At that time, I began to remember. In my memory, my grandfather always smiled, and his wrinkled hands kept shaking-that was the root of his illness when he was young. Those hands are always so cold, like snow falling in winter, frozen without temperature, and warmth is far away from him. Grandpa likes to put his hand into my neck often. Whenever this happens, I will yell and get out of the way. At that time, I seemed to see the sadness and injury that flashed in grandpa's eyes. . . . . . Grandpa's eyes dimmed a lot, his chapped lips wanted to open and close, and his thin and cold hands reluctantly returned to his waist. I looked at my grandfather's back in the sunset, and my rickety back was full of disappointment and sadness. I move slowly, step by step towards the sunset. When my back disappears, there is an unspeakable sadness in my heart. I want to shout "Grandpa", but I can't stop sobbing.
The autumn leaves are bleak and the wind is urgent. How can you stand the crooked figure?
I clearly remember that year, the year my brother was born, and the bad news of my grandfather's death came. Mother is like a thunderbolt, like a grass that has lost the shelter of a big tree and lost its dependence. The huge blow made her crazy, and she couldn't stand any longer. Her hand was waving in the air, trying to catch something. Now, she forgot to cry.
On the way to the funeral, everyone was in tears, wet their skirts and forgot to wipe them. Firecrackers resounded through the sky, wails echoed all over the mountains, and grass-yellow paper money was scattered all over the floor, mixed with autumn leaves, and turned into dust in the desolate long sound of wild geese.
I was isolated in the rustling autumn wind, and the fallen leaves danced in front of me. I only feel that my grandfather has gone away and followed Huang Die to the depths of the sunset. I just feel something missing in my heart, empty. Huang Die fluttered and groaned in front of me, but there were no tears on my cheeks. My ignorant eyes fell on my mother who collapsed on the ground and cried.
I was six years old that year.
Now, when the yellow butterfly is dancing, it is already dusk. A cold that has been away for seven years comes to mind. Grandpa's rickety back and blurred face are looming among the leaves, but he can't feel the warmth in the cold, leaving only memories, only a sad story and an autumn story.
A leaf, falling with the wind, took away the infinite nostalgia of the branches and landed on my shoulders, pulling me back to reality from my deep thoughts. I don't know when tears occupied my eyes and rushed out impudently. Close your eyes, in the crystal tears, the bright moon, like grandpa's cold hand, caresses me. This time, there is no roar, no fear, and the quiet moonlight is full of grandpa's love. It's already late, seven years late.
I tried to wipe away my tears. Let the fertile soil of the soul nourish this precious miss and irrigate it with affectionate tears. In the coming year, the most beautiful and enchanting flowers in the world will bloom in the vacancy of the soul!
6. The composition "The Story of Autumn" is 500 words.
Autumn is not as beautiful and fragrant as spring; There are not so many small creatures singing in summer; Not as beautiful as winter. However, it is the most beautiful in my heart.
Although autumn is not as gorgeous as spring, it has a unique color-red. Maple leaves only blush in autumn. Seen from a distance, they are as red as the morning glow, and all the mountains are dyed red. When the wind blows, maple leaves float down like red snow. So people can enjoy it.
Although there are not so many small creatures in autumn as in summer, the scenery of fallen leaves in autumn is much better than them. When the wind blows, the leaves fall with the wind, and there is always a sound, as if to tell everyone loudly: "Who said there are no butterflies in autumn?" Am I not? How about it? Beautiful! "
Although there is no white dress in winter in autumn, its orange dress is also good! And it's much warmer than that white skirt in winter.
Autumn also has many unique features.
In autumn, plants seem to be rushing to the barber shop. Some people may ask, "Why do they go to the barber shop?" Dye your hair, of course. They should also follow the fashion!
In autumn, osmanthus trees are in full bloom, so that people far away can smell the intoxicating fragrance.
In autumn, it will make the farmers' uncles very happy, because the grain and fruit they have worked so hard to grow have been harvested. Wow, the thought of my favorite green orange makes my mouth water.
Autumn is a season that I miss. The fallen leaves in the yard and my thoughts piled up in a thick pile, but the full rice made the world in my heart happier.
Autumn reverie
Autumn has finally come. I grew up in the south and have an unusual love and attachment for autumn in the south. In the south, summer comes very long, so autumn always comes later than in the north. But the difference between autumn and summer in the south is obvious.
Autumn is the season of alternating cold and summer. After an autumn rain a few days ago, there was no longer unbearable heat, and the raging autumn tiger suddenly disappeared. People can go out of their homes, walk into nature and enjoy the unique scenery in autumn. In autumn, there is no scorching ultraviolet rays, the skin is hot, and the sunshine in autumn gives people a soft and charming feeling; The typhoon and roaring rainstorm have gone away, and the autumn wind gives people a refreshing and comfortable feeling.
Besides the climate, there are many differences between autumn and summer. For example, the colors of leaves in autumn and summer are very different. In autumn, the green leaves on the trees are not so bright, and gradually turn from green to yellow. With the deepening of autumn, the leaves of most tree species are golden and brilliant. Under the sweeping of autumn wind, pieces of yellow leaves have begun to fall to the earth, which is quite spectacular. On the country road, the smell of soil gradually becomes rich, and when doing morning exercises and walking in the evening.
In autumn night, the moonlight is no longer hazy, and the moon is bright and radiant. In the suburbs, there are bursts of fragrance of wild flowers and weeds; The nightingale's voice in the forest is crisp and beautiful; Among the trees and flowers, birds chirp, which is pleasing to the eye. The sounds of nature accompanied by autumn are wonderful. Sporadic frogs and faint cicadas seem to convey the departure of summer. When the shower stops, birds sing to tell people that autumn has begun.
Autumn is the season of ripe harvest. In the countryside, a golden wave of rice has been set off. On the hillside, oranges, oranges, persimmons and other fruits are everywhere; The melon shed is full of melons, vines and ripe melons, waiting for the sower to pick and harvest.
I like autumn because it has no bacteria and pests. Because it has no storms and no lightning strikes; Because it has no purgatory in the hot sun and summer heat; Because it's neither cold nor cold. I like the crisp and fruitful autumn. Autumn gives me an impression, scene after scene, bright and clear ...
I love autumn, appreciate autumn, cherish the autumn in my hometown, and look forward to reuniting with my distant relatives in my hometown every Mid-Autumn Festival.
7. Autumn story composition 800 words
Autumn Tale
Summer has passed, the sky is high and bright, the pages rustle in the wind, and in autumn, my mood has changed.
The ethereal and cool autumn wind blew the clothes cold overnight, shook the leaves, floated the fragrance of chrysanthemums, gently sounded the string of blue wind chimes in front of the window, appeared in front of me like an old man, and gently blew away a wisp of thoughts.
Standing in the autumn wind, you will smell the familiar smell, which is the fragrance of begonia and osmanthus. Intoxicating and ethereal. You might as well borrow her warmth and prestige to resist the Xiao Bing and light cold in this autumn. Meditate in the autumn wind, you will inadvertently come across the dusty past for many years, and open those yellow photos, only to find that some people have not actually gone far. Walking in the autumn wind, it is best to wash away all my troubles and dust with drizzle. Not afraid of "autumn wind and autumn rain" or "leaving the residual lotus to listen to the rain", this is also the charm of autumn. Even if I am sad and lonely, it is a good mood. Autumn should be yellow leaves, and rain never tires of moss.
Every autumn, I always stubbornly use autumn to collect my melancholy, but the autumn wind did not put away her sadness because of my dissatisfaction.
Who sighs in the autumn wind and plays the piano in the autumn wind? Who stands in the phoenix tree drenching the autumn rain, who is the yellow flower and thin west wind in the curtain lane. Whose blue shirt is wet and whose return journey is lightened by the waning moon in Yang Liuan? The autumn wind has blown through my heart. I don't know when it will blow through this Zen machine.
Autumn wind, accompanied by running water, is clearly close at hand, within reach, but it passes quietly. No one can hold it, no matter how earnestly we try. Lu You said, "The geese in Qiu Lai are cold. The night is full of sadness. " It can be said that you have done enough articles in autumn.
"Alas, autumn is angry! A bleak, withered vegetation ... "These sorrows have spread to the muscles of ancient poetry, making people feel lonely.
"The white dew is frost, and the so-called Iraqis are on the water side." I would like to imagine Qiu as a graceful woman coming out of ancient ink painting, walking like a cloud, not charming or gorgeous, but jade bone, an ice muscle, is alive. This feeling is only available in autumn.
I will also feel the heroic spirit of "the autumn wind is magnificent", the richness of "the autumn scenery in Nanshan is full of momentum", and the dripping feeling of "autumn geese and Changfeng escort when I face them and drink my wine from this villa", and the feeling of autumn wind is different from each strand.
Accustomed to the autumn wind and autumn rain, the floating in my heart will gradually calm down, and then a comfortable leisure will rise.
8. Autumn Story (Composition)
Autumn is coming again, and the drizzle covers the whole sky. As soon as I reached out, raindrops fell on my hands, which was so comfortable. Suddenly, I saw the flower umbrella, and I remembered the beautiful story that happened in autumn.
On that day, the rain came and went, sometimes it rained cats and dogs, and sometimes it rained in Mao Mao. When I was about to step out of the kindergarten gate, it began to rain again. I have no choice but to wait patiently. One minute, two minutes, three minutes, the rain seems to be joking with me. Finally, I couldn't help it. I was about to pick up my schoolbag and rush over, when she appeared and handed me a flower umbrella. I looked up and saw that it was her. I said to her, "What would you do if you lent me your umbrella?" "Nothing, my home is near the school." She said. I didn't think much at that time, so I went home with an umbrella.
The next day, I was about to return the flower umbrella to her. She's not here. The teacher said to us in class, "A classmate is sick today and can't come to school. Please ask the students who live in Yangsha Mountain to help her with her homework! " ""Yangsha Mountain! "Her family actually lives in Yangsha Mountain, and it takes half an hour to drive! Besides, her family has a long way to go, so it's strange not to get sick! I regretted it at that time, because if I hadn't taken her umbrella, she wouldn't be sick and she could come to school happily today. Well, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have taken this umbrella! In the afternoon, she came to class. I immediately picked up the flower umbrella and returned it to her. She said to me with a flower umbrella, "What's the matter, didn't you get wet?" I blushed and said, "No, I'm sorry." "Nothing, just a disease. Why bother? " Say that finish, we both laughed happily.
Kindergarten is over, and everyone has to part. That day, I gave her a pencil case, and she gave me an umbrella, that flower umbrella, that flower umbrella that set up our friendship.
I touched the flower umbrella, and the voice and smile of that classmate reappeared in front of me. Ah, my beloved flower umbrella, I don't know when I can be with your master.