Beautiful Autumn
Autumn, a beautiful season, is also the busiest season of the year. The arrival of autumn makes everything on the earth put on a new golden dress, people began to go into the busy farming, but also began to harvest the fruits of their labor, enjoy the joy of harvest.
People also changed with the skirt of the fall dress, the geese in a herringbone formation to fly to the south for the winter.
Look! Sycamore leaves are slowly turning yellow, a wind blowing away, only to see the leaves like a beautiful butterfly dancing, as if the earth covered with a layer of warm cotton.
The maple leaves are as red as the red of the mountains, so beautiful, as if to give people the most beautiful impression. Come to the garden, see the chrysanthemums competing to open, there are red, yellow, purple ...... many chrysanthemums gathered together into a sea of flowers, some only unfolded two or three pieces of petals, some petals are all unfolded; revealing a small pink rosette; some are still the flower buds, looks full of immediately want to rupture like, colorful! Chrysanthemums are in a variety of forms, standing in a pavilion. The chrysanthemums are fragrant.
To the field, see the rice changed into a golden dress, the field road, the traffic is lively. There are transportation of corn, there are pulling sorghum; there are loaded beans. A grain truck, loaded with the joy of harvest. Vegetable garden, to count the most striking cabbage, a cabbage are growing so full.
Finally, we came to the orchard, the orchard's fruits are countless, there are red apples, like a small red lantern, yellow pear, like a small gourd, purple grapes, like an onyx hanging on the vine, people love; yellow bananas, like the curved moon ......
The beauty of the Autumn, bring people the joy, bring the hope of the coming year.
2. diary to write about the changes in the fall with geese and falling leaves how to writeThe seasons of the year, another new school year, the turn of the eye is the fall. Autumn, what a wonderful season!
Autumn is golden. After a summer of growth of the rice ears from the first green years turned into a mature life. The wind blew, a piece of rice smiling and a piece of bending to the farmers uncle salute, formed a wave after a wave of spectacular "golden sea waves", as if there is a pile of gold and a pile of gold, I really wanted to go down to "fishing gold" ah!
Farmers look at their own summer sweat, but also can not help but gratified grinning. Look up at the blue sky, clouds, geese flying south; and then look down at the people and rice, the three together as one, can be described as a beautiful ah. These scenes even if you do not want to let people know that the arrival of autumn is also difficult ah!
Autumn is the green of hope. After the joy of harvesting the golden ears of rice is the hope of sowing green. It seems that the farmers have to work hard again, but from their busy after the tired face of the smile can not see their complaints. Sitting barefoot on the ridge, the naughty wind is blowing my short hair again. Looking at that piece after piece of green little hope, pleasing to the eye, a thousand feelings, the mouth can not help but use the English to praise: "It's verybeautiful!" A breeze, these green little ears of rice is like a child happy to raise their hands to applaud, very regular, really very interesting. Although we can not hear these applause, but it is still a beautiful picture.
Don't forget the little creatures in the rice field - the fish. The fish were playing freely in the clear water, chasing and playing, and the paddy field was their playground. The water in the field was so clear that I could see my cheeks, and I couldn't bear to go into the water to play, but it would be a pity if I stepped on a few small fish or damaged the clear water.
Listening to the babbling of the brook is a beautiful sound. Listen! It is the sound of nature, pure and unadulterated. A crab crossed the sand and stream, swimming to the rice paddies with me looking at the blue sky and white clouds ......
Autumn Autumn you are so beautiful! You are the fruits, you are the hope, giving infinite emotions and inspiring!
3. Use the weather, sky, plants, falling leaves, animals, orchards, geese, harvest to write an autumn workThe autumn wind is like a magical paintbrush, overnight, the blue ripples of the forest belt dyed gold.
Climbing up the hill, looking down, in front of me is a golden color, if you look carefully, you will see the gold with a piece of red, a piece of green. Red like agate, green like emerald. There is also the level of the pond under the mountain like a mirror, reflecting the beauty in front of us, extraordinarily good-looking.
After going down the mountain, the original watermelon stalls on the side of the road disappeared, instead of them is fragrant and crisp big apple and that cracked mouth, broken shells want to come out of the big red pomegranate, how to attract people love ah!
As the saying goes, "An autumn rain is a cold, ten autumn rain to wear cotton." The autumn wind is a bit cool. Look, the pedestrians on the road inadvertently has changed into a thick sweater, put on a jacket, some also put on a down jacket.
Crops, golden corn like a golden mallet as flush a piece of even a piece of sorghum that red spike, like a shy little girl, red face lowered shy head, swaying in the breeze, soybeans swaying, rustling in the wind, the field like playing a chorus of nature.
In the orchard, bright red persimmons like a small lantern, hanging high on the branches, the branches look like they are about to be broken, and there are bunches of purple grapes, hanging with crystal dew, like crystals in the sunlight shining colorful light.
I was infected by this golden autumn, intoxicated, ah! I love this harvest, golden fall.
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4. Autumn wind and falling leaves essayWalking alone in the courtyard, stepping into a shade, the foot rustling fine, like the whisper of life. The winds of autumn are blowing a mournful string of rhythms. In the high clouds, a group of geese swept past. Suddenly, a piece of fallen leaves intruded into my sight, gently brushed my cheeks, quietly rotating in the autumn wind, slowly falling to the ground. I slowly reached out my palm and let it float into my hand.
Cupped this fallen leaf, held in the palm of my hand, only to see that it is already withered at the tip, showing a color that seems to be like a dead deserted countryside. Its stem and roots have yellowed, from the bottom to the top, withered yellow gradually dull. Erect stems, remnants of the pride of life, from the top stretch out a majestic leaf, seems to be life itself. The leaf blade still retains a faint green color, and the tip of the leaf has not yet dispersed the rich green of summer. Overhead, a thousand such fallen leaves fell, spreading a golden color on the ground. My thoughts were unlocked by the golden key of the falling leaves, and my mind sped to the depths of my soul like a harnessed steed. My mind floated such a scene: once upon a time, the tender seedling out of the ground, in the sunshine and rain nurturing under the strong growth, into a summer green like cover of the tree. This piece of fallen leaves with a piece of leaves in the branches of the embrace of growth. Autumn wind blew, blew the horn of the end of life. It struggled tenaciously, clinging to the already dry branches, and the leaf stem yellowed with emaciation. However, it failed, helplessly loosened the tight grip on the stem of the branch, with reluctance to leave the trunk, reluctantly rolled up in the autumn wind, fall. At this time, I think, not willing to give up, cherish their every life, that is, the essence of life.
Life is a timeless topic. Life is limited, no matter how you are not willing to stop the death of life. The important thing is that life can play an unlimited value in a limited time, the key lies in how they grasp.
I let go of it, and it instantly drifted away with the wind. It was as if I saw it blend into the earth, contributing to the birth of new life ......
5. Use blue sky,geese,maple trees,chrysanthemums,write autumn scenery essay 300 wordsAutumn is not as spring as hundreds of flowers competing for color, fragrance and pleasant; not like the summer so many little 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 a distance, 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 come to enjoy.
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 when the sound, as if in a loud voice to tell everyone: "Who says there is no butterfly in the fall? Am I not? How about it, beautiful!"
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.
There are many unique things about fall.
In the fall, plants seem to scramble to the barber store. One might ask, "What are they doing at the barbershop?" Of course it is to color their hair, they also want to catch up with the fashion!
In the fall, the osmanthus flowers on the osmanthus tree are in bloom, 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.