Autumn in Hainan
Hainan has four seasons like summer, but in the fall, it still makes people feel a hint of coolness, after a cold air, Hainan's hot weather becomes cooler. But this does not make the leaves on the big trees turn yellow, nor does it make people wear bulky sweaters, but makes people feel cooler and more comfortable. In the north, the leaves have long turned yellow, flowers have long faded, but in Hainan, the trees are still green, flowers are still bright, attractive fruit is still rich in mouth-watering, covered with treasure coconut, like a small hedgehog like a circle into a ball of rambutan, like a small and round purple eggplant like mangosteen, and red dragon fruit ......
Whether it is the autumn of the yellow leaves in the north or the autumn of Hainan's pleasant climate, the autumn of our motherland is so beautiful, so charming, so intoxicating ......
2. The autumn of Hainan essay 400 words or moreIf Yunnan is a brightly colored advertising painting, Guilin is a If Yunnan is a brightly colored advertising painting, Guilin is a far-reaching ink painting, and Xinjiang is a heavy and long oil painting,......, then Hainan, the end of the world, is a fresh and natural watercolor painting.
The sky of Hainan is very quiet, it is not exaggerated a deep blue, so that people feel breathless; not by the cruel "modern civilization" copy turbid and blurred. It is a very light and ethereal white-blue color, like a thin layer of veil, dreamily enveloping the other side of the end of the sky.
The fluffy white clouds floating in the sky, like a boat in the sea without an anchor, swaying with soft dreams. Hainan's sea, and is so colorful, a purple, green, blue, diaphanous "band" separating the different seas, the more to the sky to go the deeper the color, in the sunshine glittering.
The line of demarcation between the sea and the sky is so fuzzy, as if not divided into you and me, the sky is the sea, the sea is the sky; snow-white limpid waves are also like white clouds.
Coconut tree is very thin, but very tall, a pillar in the sky, such as banana fans like iron leaves at the end of the tree magnificently spread, the whole looks like the guards in general, mightily entrenched in the beautiful end of the world. Hainan flowers and plants are many and interesting.
There is a kind of phoenix flower, and the flowers of the Acacia tree is very similar, but much more enthusiastic than it, the whole is pure fire red, such as a small flame. As long as the tree has a phoenix flower, then in less than three days, the entire canopy will be overflowing with fire-red flowers, as if a burning leaping flame.
This is the Hainan that makes me forget.
3. I'm going to write an essay on the autumn leaves of HainanIn my eyes, autumn is a festival where the earth and the leaves gather. Some of them dance and throw themselves into the embrace of the earth, while others roam the sky and begin their own thrilling voyage.
One day, I rode my bike to a small park, which is bordered by a natural lake, a few pots of open flowers and many big trees. The breeze is blowing, the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants, it is really interesting. At that moment, a small leaf fell from the sky, I rushed forward, outstretched his hands, and caught this lovely little thing. I compared the leaves of several large trees, trying to help it find its "home". But after half a day of searching, nothing, I seem to have lost confidence, this may be an "orphan" it. I picked up this poor leaf, carefully scrutinized it, looks like a small fan, a little like ginkgo biloba, but not. It also has a very beautiful coat, you see, it is red with yellow, yellow with red, very nice! Touching it is also slippery and cool. This is ...... I smell a fragrance, what is it? I feel strange.
Is it possible that this fragrance is the leaves emitted? I can not believe that the leaf in my hand will have such a great charm, but can not help but bring it to the nose, God, it really is it! A leaf can also emit such a charming fragrance, I feel surprised. But so fragrant, is it ......
I thought, while walking towards the lake to the small tree, great! I helped it find a "home"! I was very happy, but thought of this cute little thing will be leaving me, but also a little sad. But I can not help, I know it also needs "home" ah, I have to reluctantly put it in the branches of the tree, although it is yellow, but at least it can still feel the warmth of home.
I think: people often praise the beauty of the flower, the tree's tall and straight, the grass selflessness, but never see the charm of the leaves, but in my heart, the leaves are the most beautiful.
I love the leaves, and I love the leaves in the fall.
4. Hainan autumn leaves essay 500 words or soI am a small maple leaf, a cool wind came, I could not help but shiver, stooped down to look at themselves, when the red coat over the body? The curved moon in late fall can not cut the wilderness of the strawberry, but picked off the tree birds, but also to drive me away from the tender green to yellowish butterfly.
Yes, I'm mature, but also tired, old. Since the end of the north wind, the first green shoots tenaciously drilled out, is destined to undergo the test of spring, summer, fall and winter seasonal changes: the bitter cold of the early spring, the storm of the hot summer, the sad autumn of the depression, the harsh winter of the solemnity.
Catch the spring wind for the earth to add a green; top of the summer, for people to hold out a piece of shade; the fall came, I should go, quietly leave the branches of the habitat, want to use the language of fluttering gracefully for the earth to sing a final hymn. After the song, with the thoughts of the fall have fluttered down to the mother earth's embrace, a beautiful sleep.
Let the wind and rain, snow cover and frost cover, and ultimately blend with the earth as one, to become the birth of a new life of the Voss. In the coming year, the spring thaw, everything will recover, new life will be born from the fertile soil.
This is my ordinary life. A bitter smile, the past according to the present, the heart of attachment is very strong ...... proudly stood on the branch, slightly owed, looking at the place where I grew, heh! A good piece of prosperity and prosperity.
Autumn, to me under this maple forest brought the color of the most beautiful rouge, so that we can show the most original beauty - red. In the maple forest, the countless red leaves are like red butterflies perched on the branches.
The red color of the mountains, like the evening sun, like the burning clouds, like a pile of flames that can not be extinguished. Autumn wind is always so harsh, merciless, it will try to do everything to sweep every branch of every remaining piece of dead leaves; autumn wind is always so cold, acrimonious, it is like a fine needle, I have long been a huge pain in the heart of the heart stabbing bruises and pain; mercilessly, but without losing the tenderness of the wind across the sister's eyes showing sadness, with a trace of attachment, spinning, turning in circles through the hundreds and thousands of people, the wind is not a good thing. Turning the circle by a hundred turns after a thousand times, fluttering down ...... sprinkled, floating, such as butterflies, dancing; such as a delicate warbler, wings flying; such as dancers, lightly rotating.
The ground is full of their figures, like a layer of thick golden carpet. The eyes are wet, when did it become so sad? Looking at the look, do not feel that have looked down at themselves, I, too, soon it! Soon it will be over, leaving this stayed a lifetime of habitat.
Looking at themselves, the color is more and more beautiful, tears have been soaked clothes, never thought that they are so fragile. Fixed the heart, held his breath, perhaps! This, is life! Open arms, bend down ...... wow! At this time, you should be very beautiful.
In the air to rotate, release, show all the beauty of their own, bloom all the splendor. The last moment, Kai dry tears, look up to the sky and smile, gorgeous turn, romantic parting! The world is not perfect.
Whether it is the flowers of spring, summer fruits, autumn fruit, winter grass. Their growth is not smooth sailing, there is always this or that kind of flaws.
But they have worked hard, struggled, insisted on, brilliant. Although there are bleak, but beautiful.
I have always loved Tagore's poem, "I wish to be born as the splendor of summer flowers, and die as the quiet beauty of autumn leaves." I appreciate this paragraph, "even if the last ray of dusk sun is also to send out a strange brilliant light, that is not willing to fall and sinking of the last struggle, but also on the supreme life positive love of a pursuit, it does not care about their own ultimately to be green hills to cover the stalls, perhaps this is the true meaning of life that nature wants to tell people".
The first time I've ever seen the world, I've seen it.
Autumn leaves have lost its original light, its life is very short, but also belong to its unique life journey. It is also young, but also glorious, when it is exuberant vitality is not those proud flowers and grass can be compared, it will not think of the life of the attachment, they are recalling the whole process of life.
Autumn leaves, perhaps in your eyes meaningless things, but pregnant with the world's simplest love, before you may ignore, but now you can go to feel a bit, so that their lives get a new sublimation? Fallen leaves in order to be able to let the tree grow better, only to give way to the new also; maple leaves of the kind of color, it is richer than anything else ***, more connotations, more rich. Footsteps printed on the full of fallen leaves, sheer, completely a slightly drunken feeling.
One or two pieces of dead leaves with the footsteps gently floating up, curling on the ground played a few whirls, and then weakly lying on the ground, there is still some slight tremor, as if in the bright and exciting for the life of the past. The mood is also full of love and compassion.
Can not help but admire the ancients, this is probably "red is not a ruthless thing, into the spring mud more flowers. I'm not sure if I've ever seen one before, but I'm sure I've seen one before! One morning in October, the sun shines brightly, the sky is like a clean glass, I and my father and mother embarked on a journey to find the fall with the sun.
Along the way, I saw a farmer's fence stretched out a few trillium, the string of peach-colored flowers are in full bloom! Here a cluster, there a group, as if in the competition to show off their own beauty: "Look, I'm the most beautiful!" Roadside golden yellow wild chrysanthemums, pink glutinous rice flowers, lavender gold tree flowers and purple, blue trumpet flowers are also not willing to show weakness, competing to be the first to poke their heads out of the grass They shine in the sunlight, like a carpet of flowers studded with jewels, like the enthusiastic mountain children in the welcome to our arrival. Autumn is the season when flowers wither and grasses turn yellow, but is this beautiful and splendid scene in front of us autumn? I opened my eyes and wondered ...... Thinking about it, a big tender yellow blanket came into my eyes.
How can there be such a big yellow blanket in the mountain fields? Getting closer, it turned out to be a green and yellow mixed rice fields, sugar cane forests and corn forests. The field of rice has just pumped out tender yellow ears, the ground sugar cane holding a green and yellow flag, corn tree embracing their own "baby children" swaying in the breeze, came the "rustle" sound, high and low, undulating ripples, as if singing a melodic The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
I can't help but mutter in my heart: "How the rice in front of me is only just pulling out the ears, sugar cane and corn is still a green, this is not the fall ah? The car has been forward, we got off to a maple forest, maple leaves in the green and yellow colors in a little red, far away into a yellowish. The breeze blew, the leaves kept swinging, sometimes covering the sun, sometimes scattered.
5. I'm going to write an essay on the autumn leaves of HainanIn my eyes, autumn is a festival where the earth and the leaves gather. Some of them dance and throw themselves into the embrace of the earth, while others roam the sky and begin their own thrilling voyage. One day, I rode my bike to a small park with a natural lake, a few pots of small flowers and a lot of big trees. The breeze filled the air with the fragrance of flowers and plants, which was really interesting. At that moment, a small leaf fell from the sky, I rushed forward, outstretched his hands, and caught this lovely little thing. I compared the leaves of several large trees, trying to help it find its "home". But after half a day of searching, nothing, I seem to have lost confidence, this may be an "orphan" it. I picked up this poor leaf, carefully scrutinized it, looks like a small fan, a little like ginkgo biloba, but not. It also has a very beautiful coat, you see, it is red with yellow, yellow with red, very nice! Touching it is also slippery and cool. This is ...... I smell a fragrance, what is it? I feel strange. Is the fragrance from the leaves? I couldn't believe that the leaf in my hand could have such a great charm, but I couldn't help but bring it up to my nose, and oh my God, it really was! A leaf can also emit such a charming fragrance, I feel surprised. But so fragrant, is it ...... I thought, while walking toward the lake to the small tree, great! I have found a home for it! I was so happy, but when I thought that this cute little thing was going to leave me, I felt a little sad. But I knew it needed a home too, so I put it in a tree branch, even though it was already yellow, but at least it could still feel the warmth of home. I think: people often praise the beauty of the flowers, the tree's tall and straight, the grass of selflessness, but never see the charm of the leaves, but in my heart, the leaves are the same as the most beautiful. I love the leaves, more love the leaves in the fall.
6. Description of the fall essay 300 wordsThe rain crashed into the small window next to my bed. Oh, it's a letter delivery, no wonder it came in such a hurry. Open the envelope, it reads: Autumn has come, the painting is also sent over. I put up my umbrella and walked in the rain. Despite the rain, the streets and alleys were still so lively. By the small pond, there are a few red leaves, beautiful. After the rain, it was a sight to behold. The air, with fragrance and perfume, are brewing in the air.
A gust of wind blew, as if I was splashed with cold water. The maple leaves flew. By the trees, under the shade, on the bench, a man waited, he looked away, silent. Coming, seeing, he shook hands with his friend and went away.
The two men stride on. Chrysanthemums beckoned them with smiling faces. It was a sea of chrysanthemums, and the colorful flowers made you feel heavenly. Squatting down, touching it, the mischievous dewdrops jump towards your face, hehe, the little one is so cool!
"Come, sip the chrysanthemum tea." An old man coming out of the house said amiably.
As the sun set, the world became colorful, however, this autumn scene became a beautiful picture.
7. 300 Words for Writing an Autumn EssayStrolling in the embrace of autumn, feeling the coolness of the autumn wind, which is wrapped in the joy of harvest, my heart can not help but tremble - what a charming autumn.
Autumn is the season of harvest, under the soothing of the autumn girl, the mellow fragrance of the fruit, the fullness of the harvest, the joy of the quiet. So, on a Sunday morning, I flew into the wild with my mother, looking for my autumn, I want to start painting the shades of my life.
The water of the Shaying River, though not clear, still nourishes the land of our hometown, and the trees on both sides of the river shake their heads in the early fall wind. Autumn is not yet very strong, those I can not name the leaves of the trees are still like summer general thick green. I look back at my mother behind me, she is watching me with loving eyes, and then look at me who is already growing straight like a sapling, isn't it the best fruit of autumn in my mother's eyes?
In the cool of early autumn, I shouted out to my mother, jumped into her arms, I want to embrace every day like the spring breeze as nourishing me, silently nurturing the autumn fruit of my beloved mother. In the pleasant scenery of autumn, my mother also embraced me tightly.
I love the beautiful and charming fall!
8. Description of the fall essay 300 wordsAutumn.
The difference between early and late fall is simply that one is close to the warmth of spring while the other is used to walking with winter. Between the two, I prefer the latter, late fall, a barren meaning, but contains another meaning.
Late fall, has been everywhere in the season of barren, everywhere is the depression of the leaves and hurried pedestrians, surrounded by a cacophony of silence, bleak and mesmerizing. Late fall, there is no winter piece of helpless bleakness, there is no winter of the kind of deep cold, it carries only a maverick style, changeable, can be a gloomy dark can also be a bright warmth.
Those gentle and delicate tiny seems to be willing to fall into the cup of autumn, and then flow in every day belonging to the autumn, silent, but lingering. Another autumn, every autumn day, the heart will always find a unique feeling.
Spring's exuberance, summer's restlessness, winter's quietness, seems to have been all assembled into the blood of the autumn endless flow. Occasionally flipping through the books, mostly pictures of the end of the fall, the world a continuous yellow.
Those dark pale are surrounded by the piercing yellow, feel a kind of peace from the bottom of the heart, such as the beginning of the change to find the root. Those beautiful romances love the freedom of autumn, gentle and independent of the autumn wind constantly blowing the long black hair, eyes constantly scanning the surrounding landscape, the wind through the leaves of the sound is the best accompaniment.
Two unadulterated hearts, encountered in a gorgeous moment, write a different story, or joy or sorrow. Autumn is a lonely season, let a person in a sudden feeling that the world is opposing square, go far away, become invisible in front of the footsteps.
Can only use the quiet to describe this season, there are a variety of feelings, these constantly intertwined, and become silent or hardened heart than before, those who are the most beautiful silent hidden in the bottom of the heart. Autumn is the scenery belonging to the past, in the passing of the time always think it is so worthless, in the far away only to understand that this is the real beauty, the real beauty will be in the loss of the understanding of cherish.
Those wrapped up in the fall, is once upon a time, with a cup of coffee temperature, calm and warm, but also a kind of unexplainable mellow, fine from the throat slipped swept into the heart. The temperature of the heart, in the constant change but in the fall of this season to become smooth, always warm, as in the memory of who's palm.
Autumn, like a yellowed white shirt, although there is no eye-catching place, but y penetrated into the bottom of the heart, but also with a strand of familiar fragrance. Autumn.
is a tree by the railroad tracks, through many frost, silent contains a lot of beauty. Autumn seems to be the most suitable word for serenity, quiet, silent, many monologues are constantly exchanged with the feeling of heart.
Accustomed to the air in the fall to find the fragrance of a wisp of moorings, deep smell, let it stay in front of the nose, into eternity.
The first thing you need to do is to find a way to get to the top of the list of the most important things you need to do to get to the top of the list.
Only left in the memory of a lingering. Autumn is a cruel color, only black and white; autumn is a colorful candy, but only left with mushy bitterness.
9. Write an autumn essay 300 wordsAutumn is not as spring as the hundreds of flowers, fragrant and pleasant; not like the summer, there are so many small living beings singing; and 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 color that is one of the best in the world - red.
The maple leaves only blush when they meet the fall, and from afar, they look as red as the sunset, coloring the mountains red. When the wind blew, the maple leaves floated down like red snow.
So that people can come and enjoy it. Although there are not as many little creatures in the fall as in the summer, the landscape of the fall leaves can be much more beautiful than them.
When the wind blew up, the leaves fell with the wind, but also made a sound, as if telling everyone loudly: "Who says there are no butterflies in the fall? Am I not? How about it, it's pretty, right?" Although the fall is not like the winter has white clothes, but its orange clothes are not bad! And it's much warmer than the white clothes of winter. Autumn also has many unique features.
In the fall, plants seem to scramble to the barber store. One might ask, "What are they doing in the barbershop?" Of course it is to dye their hair, they also want to catch up with the fashion! In the fall, the osmanthus tree on the osmanthus blossomed, so that people from far away can smell the intoxicating fragrance.
In the fall, it will make the farmers very happy, because they worked hard to plant the grain, fruit, etc., all harvest. Wow, remember my favorite green orange out of the orange, mouth watering.
Autumn, is a season that makes me miss, that yard leaves and my thoughts have accumulated a thick stack, but that full of rice, more happy the world in my heart.
10. write autumn essay 300 wordsSome people like to "wait and see the face of the east wind, all the purple and red is always spring" of spring, some people like "small lotus only showed the tip of the corner, there are dragonflies standing on the head of the summer," and some people like to "wait and see the face of the east wind, there are dragonflies standing on the head". "The corner of the several branches of the plum, the cold alone open" winter, but I like or that "stop sitting love maple forest evening, frost leaves red than March flowers" in the fall.
The autumn girl came to the sky, the blue sky like the blue sea. A white cloud in the sky, some like a sail sail boat, is sailing; some like a string of a string of cotton candy, soft in the sky slowly floating. Others are like a little sheep walking leisurely in the air. The geese in the sky are lining up one after another in a "human" and "one" shaped team like flying south. The geese in the team while flying and screaming as if to say: "We will be back next year".
The autumn girl came to the forest, the forest leaves have fallen. Some like a parachutist slowly floating down, some leaves like a diving athlete while turning over the heel while falling, some like a dancer in the sky while dancing and falling. The golden leaves on the ground to the earth mother laid a layer of soft carpet.
The fall girl came to the small garden. Many flowers that are afraid of cold have closed their petals, but chrysanthemums are opening. Colorful chrysanthemums are red like fire, some white as snow, some yellow like gold, it has a variety of shapes, some like the curls of the beauty-loving aunt, some like a small pom-pom, some under the stars like the sky dotted with the garden, and some like the fireworks in the holiday sky. Osmanthus in the trees open, the strong fragrance of flowers intoxicating, really osmanthus flowers bloom ten miles ah!
The autumn girl came to the orchard, everywhere is a harvest scene. Sinking rice into a golden sea, the autumn wind blew rice with the wind moved up, sorghum red as if drunk as shaking, corn opened its mouth to reveal the rows and rows of gold teeth. Fruit is a great harvest, oranges, pomegranates, persimmons, are ripe waiting for people to harvest.
I love the fall, love it's high, love it's beautiful and charming, love it's fruitful.