The teacher asked me to excerpt an article describing autumn of about 100 to 200 words
1. The leaves of the maple tree were already blazing red at this time. When the wind blew, the maple leaves broke away from the branches and resolutely falling, like a beautiful butterfly dancing.
2. Autumn, in this charming season, leaves fall from the branches, groups of geese fly south in a herringbone formation, and pieces of mature sorghum are like the endless sunset. The golden autumn chrysanthemums bloom more brilliantly in autumn.
3. In the autumn wind, she is like a girl, dressed in golden clothes, walking lightly into the world, quietly coming to the world. You see, Miss Qiu came to the field and dyed the cotton balls as white as snow. The corn was very happy to see Miss Qiu. It specially changed it to a bunch of golden tassels, and grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth; Doudou may be too excited, and some even burst into laughter; Rice is particularly polite, bending down to greet the long-awaited Miss Qiu; Sorghum has always been afraid of meeting strangers, but this time, he was embarrassed to meet Miss Qiu. Well, my face was all red.
：kj-cy./htm/2013127/17465.htm An excerpt describing autumn leaves of about 300 words
; ? Look! Some of the maple leaves there are fiery red, some are dark green, and some are withered yellow. These three colors harmoniously form a picture, so beautiful! Ginkgo biloba is not to be outdone. They are yellow in patches, like a big golden umbrella, holding up a blue sky. Let’s take a look at holly again! They are still so green and so full of life. From a distance, they are shiny and look like warriors. ?Compared with those leaves, the bright red maple leaves are more eye-catching. Some are bright red, some are green with red, and some are all withered and yellow. They are so colorful! Looking from a distance, the maple leaves are like colorful butterflies swaying in the wind. As I looked at it, I couldn't help but think of the popular poem by Du Mu, a poet from the Tang Dynasty: "I park my car and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers." Liu Yuxi is right: "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, but I say autumn is the best. In the spring morning, a crane lining the clouds in the clear sky brings poetry to the blue sky. "This gold, no, this green is not right, this red is even more wrong... Oh, autumn is colorful, it is no better than the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers." Poor spring. In the golden autumn of October, even the colorful leaves are full of autumn. Excerpt of 100 words describing the scenery of autumn
Autumn is high and the air is crisp. This word is indeed very appropriate to describe autumn. The sky is so high, so blue, like the vast ocean. Standing on the mountain, the cool wind eliminated all my fatigue. Looking up into the distance, you can have a panoramic view of the entire city. The red maple leaves fall gently, like a few dancing butterflies flying in the happy world. Yellow fallen leaves paved the road with a golden carpet. The cicadas played and sang happily in the grass, as if they were singing about the harvest season. The golden rice fields in the distance, blown by the autumn wind, look like a golden wave rolling, which is very spectacular. The persimmon trees are full of red fruits, and a faint sweetness floats in the air. In the garden, there are red, yellow and white chrysanthemums. Some have their heads held high and in full bloom, some are slim and graceful, and some are shy and chatty. It’s really a variety of expressions! Autumn is the harvest season and the happiest season. I am looking for a beautiful article describing autumn, about 700 words
Xianqiu Manbi 2008/09/09 03:00 P.M.
"Reader".17 Xiao Xinnan
Autumn is already so deep. I typed out the previous sentence stubbornly. Obviously, autumn has just stepped onto the stage of summer. The straight-spoken Lu kept his foundation meticulously and revealed everything in his heart to the audience. Green, fat, red and thin - this is the autumn I'm talking about. Plants in ecological gardens, fields or even fields stubbornly play out the outcome that has been predicted. Abandoning her pure temperament, she entangled and tore with the seasons and the heartless time and refused to give up. Just like the infatuated woman who was thrown away by the heartless and unjust man, she still persisted in her obsession, her eyes were swollen from crying, and she occupied the empty nest.
The eyes are full of desolation and the pain is hard to grasp. Using such a metaphor would offend Qiu, whom I love, and would also make others look down upon me, but I didn’t care about that much. Everything will eventually prosper and then decline. When it is extremely beautiful, it will become decadent. I like to stop at the most beautiful moment. For example, life. Another example is love.
This autumn is a prosperous feast, with various scenes and dignified manners. This is a beautiful woman, smiling with authority, not being intimate, but not shocking, only standing a few steps away. Outside, fascinated. The so-called spiritual connection, at this moment, there is a kind of grace that can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words.
In the clear autumn, ink-wash geese fly through the sky, carrying the sound of wind, splitting the sky and cutting through the tranquil blue. One line is wild geese, the other line is the wind and the singing of birds. Under the clear sky, the reed flowers have not yet frosted, and the tips of the grass are only slightly white. Qiu Yu tapped on the window tentatively with her slender fingers, which were embedded in her bun, like stars. The red polygonum blooms at the end of the Mingyue Bridge every night, and there is no beauty to teach it to play the flute; the red polygonum sways alone on the low wall, letting the wind from south to north ruffle her beautiful long hair. The doors of the uninhabited small courtyard are tightly closed, and the rusty iron locks are marked with separation, like a heartbroken love, without the warmth of sustenance, it is left to be desolate and decadent. The unbridled vines grew like crazy and gave up on themselves, and were seriously laughed at by the crickets who were busy holding a concert. Mancao doesn't care, doesn't care, doesn't think about anything. How could this heart calm down for a while? Simply let them gossip, compose a tune every night, and sing to themselves.
"The cicadas are gone and all the leaves are yellowing" is probably late autumn. "The boundless falling trees rustle under the sky", the sky writes desolate loneliness. Standing in front of the south-facing window, I carefully count the three autumn osmanthus seeds. The medicine jar on the windowsill is covered with moss, containing the past and memories. The warmth, laughter, greetings and care that can still be touched have all gone away. Han Qiu waved his hand to Wu Xian, and there was a trace of unwillingness that lingered. At night, the moonlight is as pure as clothes, like scattered snow, covered with the warmth of the past, and meets old feelings. Before shaking hands, his eyes quietly moved away, then turned and left. Just like a lover who turns his back on each other, he has to bow his head and say goodbye. Keep your treasures on your lapels, for the grasshopper boat that is getting thinner in the autumn cannot carry such melancholy. The autumn wind is deserted, who is the passer-by walking in Geyi?
If time pulls back further, the autumn mood will become stronger and stronger day by day. Loneliness and emptiness scream out in the vast land - loneliness. The sound swirled in the corridors of time, making people panic. Yi wore a seductive robe that dazzled people's eyes. She walked past like a well-dressed lady, and the fragrance of datura filled the air. The feet are swaying, and the style is revealed.
Writing this I cannot help but sigh. Autumn is the mature woman. Stories and wounds complete the charm of a woman. If spring is a little girl like a flower bone, as pure as a gardenia, with no worries; summer is a woman as gorgeous as a white magnolia, with gorgeous petals exposed, no eyebrows lowered, only domineering. This season alone, Duan is full of enthusiasm. And autumn is the fragrant tuberose and the blue rose. You can call her a witch. It is covered with thorns, first piercing itself, and then piercing others. Dignity is the last barrier. In the impermanent life, wisdom and passion are wiped away by romance. Beauty grows old in one day, and people are thrown away in the fleeting time. The bright dress is covered with frost and loneliness. As time goes by, she is no longer a young woman gathering water plants in the water. The delicate hands are cold, the jackdaws are returning, the fallen leaves are flying, and the nuts are falling, holding a handful of desolation. The tears dripped down on the clothes stained with cold, which was colder than the stars tonight. I recall that love in my early years was once green, and in the unreasonable "green with peach red", there was no one else around and unbridled love. In the depths of the season, the infatuated person is hidden in nostalgia by time, and can only bow his head and meditate over and over again in the colder and colder nights. As time goes by, the dull pain grows into a tree that refuses to shed its leaves, piercing the softest part of my heart.
Walking high in the sky, raising your head and making a long roar. The love that is surrounded by water is lost in the dazzling yellow of cornflowers, or is picked up by the dandelion and floats to a certain corner. The petals, as thin as gauze, are filled with desolate lamentations, seemingly light but overwhelmed. Come on, come on, come on. Just wake up in this cool autumn, forget the old dreams, and be like the idle cloud on the top of the mountain. Autumn is not too late, and there is still time to recuperate.
The foundation of life is so dull, sad, and pale, so let it be covered with the red of persimmons and make it drunk, straight into the heart, like drinking old wine. Although the days are thin, the mood can be designed. The atmosphere and weight of autumn are just right to nourish talents. The colors were adjusted to shame Van Gogh who couldn't eat enough. Bright golden plus red, red and rhubarb are not bad, bright, heart-warming and tragic. The teacher asked the children to excerpt an article describing spring.
Spring is a season full of vitality, as well as a beautiful, magical and hopeful season.
Spring is here, and all kinds of gorgeous flowers are in bloom, all so gorgeous and eye-catching. The oilseed crops planted by the farmer uncle in the field - rapeseed flowers are also blooming. The golden rapeseed flowers have become a paradise for butterflies. Beautiful butterflies dance softly and gracefully on the golden stage. They are flying in the air for a while, and staying quietly on the rapeseed flowers for a while. It is this that adds a lot of fun to spring. The beauty of rapeseed flowers also attracts many "working people" - bees. Bees always work tirelessly to pollinate the rapeseed flowers day and night. Occasionally, a breeze blows, and the golden rapeseed flowers immediately surge into undulating "golden waves". Looking from a distance, it is really beautiful!
Spring is the season that people yearn for, and people always make their own plans in this season. As the saying goes: "A year's plan begins in spring, and a day's plan begins in the morning." It is telling us: a year's wishes should be planned in spring. The most important time of the day is morning. In spring, people start to Farm work such as plowing fields, transplanting rice seedlings, planting trees, etc. Migratory birds also moved from the south to the north to cheer for the farmers working in the fields. Some birds stand on tall trees, some simply on the field ridge, and some stand on the "staff". It is this that makes the farmers in the fields feel more happy and everything becomes lively.
In spring, animals also wake up from their slumber. The grass began to sprout, and there were flourishing scenes everywhere on the earth. At a glance, there is a green scene everywhere, like a watercolor painting.
Excerpt about 100 words from an article written by Lu Xun
After all, the end of the lunar calendar is most like the end of the year. Needless to say, in villages and towns, even in the sky, there is a sign of the approaching New Year. Come. From time to time, there were flashes of light among the heavy gray-white evening clouds, followed by a dull sound, which was the firecrackers set off for the stove; the ones set off nearby were even more intense, and the deafening sound had not yet subsided, and the air was already filled with faint gunpowder. fragrant. I returned to my hometown of Luzhen this night. Although he was called his hometown, he no longer had a home, so he had to live temporarily in Master Lu Si's house. ("Blessings") Write an article describing autumn, don't be too cliché, about a hundred words
Miss Chun's footsteps are far away and can't be heard. Summer also passed quickly. We have a lovely fall.
Look, in the maple forest at the foot of the mountain, I picked up a fiery red maple leaf and stared at it. Little maple leaf, how many famous poets have used beautiful poems to praise you.
Why do people like Maple Forest so much?
I looked down at this small maple leaf. It was fiery red and had an alluring smell. It is so fragile, but it has a strong belief that makes people have to respect it.
Is that Maple Leaf’s heart? Oh yes. Doesn’t the maple leaf have a fiery red heart? Put it gently on the ground, don't disturb that sweet dream. Excerpt from an article describing autumn scenery, 230 words
Autumn Scenery
Soon, autumn arrived, and Miss Qiu quietly came to the world with light steps. She drew a beautiful Chinese painting with her pen.
People put on sweaters and woolen pants. A gust of breeze blew, and the children laughed and took the kites to the square and the grass. It immediately became a children's play place and a children's paradise.
On the street, the trees have taken off their green clothes and put on the golden clothes given to them by Miss Qiu. They look so proud! Vigorous and high-spirited, each tree looks more majestic than the last.
Gradually, they handed over their children, the leaves, to Mother Earth to raise. That was because the cold winter was coming, and Mother Tree was worried that her children would catch a cold. Ah, after all, mothers still love their children!
In the farmland, the rice fields are a prosperous scene. It’s time for a bumper harvest of the food that the farmer uncles have worked so hard to plant. Every one of the sorghums bent over with laughter. Whenever a guest came, they bowed and blushed, like a shy little girl. Ha ha! The crops planted by the farmer uncles have abundant fruits of labor. As the saying goes, "A part of the work, a part of the harvest"!
Miss Qiu smiled happily when she saw all this.
Ah! How beautiful autumn is! I love this beautiful harvest season.
The lyrics describing autumn are about 200 words
Autumn Awakening
Farewell Autumn
Finally letting go of my hand
After you leave
Only fallen leaves stay with me
Tears of smiles
Let the wind blow away only the freedom of forgetfulness
Love leaves no consequences
I wish I could make this mistake
How can I get rid of it
Until the end
I don’t want to let go
After autumn
We all have to learn to endure
Maybe time
will stop at every time I miss you
Let You walked alone
The pain of tears flowing through my heart
Looking back on the past
Your smile cannot be taken away
I The trace of sadness in my heart
At this time every autumn
Love to the end
The reason for the most attachment before silence disappears
The quiet rhythm
The sound of the organ is beautiful but the sadness remains
Looking back on the past
Your smile cannot take away the sadness in my heart
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At this time every autumn
Love till the end
The reason for the most attachment before silence disappears
The rhythm of quietness
The sound of the organ is beautiful but still sad
In autumn
Stay for me
After leaving
The dawn of late autumn
Dawn
The moonlight becomes dim
Dawn in late autumn
And your hands are so warm
Farewell is the best A good season
It is the coolness in the wind
Only then do you know how close two hearts can be
The night fog slowly dissipates
At the dawn of late autumn
And my eyes can't live without you'
I love you like breathing
It feels ordinary
Use your life wholeheartedly to let love continue
Such a dawn in late autumn
Infinitely awake in the bottom of my heart
As I travel far away, I watch the sky slowly light up Get up
Such a dawn in late autumn
You don’t have to be afraid of loneliness
Love will surround you across the sky and sea
The cold rain is light Falling lightly
At the dawn of late autumn
Your back is so lonely
The red leaves are burning like fire
Can't compare to my heart
p>My love will never go out and burn forever
Singer: Xu Wei
Song: "My Autumn"
No one will notice
Autumn in this city
The sun is shining outside the window
But I have no warmth
Accompanied by my singing
It’s your heartbreaking fantasy
You use your tears
to touch my loneliness
Those helpless nights
I Walking aimlessly
Those helpless nights
You held my hand
Happiness is so far away
I can't see it
This autumn night
makes me feel confused
Always every late night
I hear you crying
The beauty you imagined
I never could give it to you
This autumn is a bit cold
Singer: Xiaoguo
This
You left last autumn
Suddenly I felt so lonely
Walking alone on this long street
I always feel less warm in my heart
Autumn without you
I also started to become silent
Because only you can understand
My world
It’s a bit cool this autumn
Loneliness is imprinted on my face
Your smile is deep in my heart
It’s a bit cool this autumn
I am wandering in the wind
Like the fallen leaves
Looking for a place to hide
This autumn you are gone
Suddenly I feel so lonely during this time
Walking alone on this long street
I always feel less warm in my heart
Autumn without you
I also started to become silent
Because only you can understand
My world
This autumn is a bit cold
Lonely Imprinted on my face
Your smile is hidden deep in my heart
This autumn is a bit cold
I am wandering in the wind
Like that fallen leaf
Looking for a place to hide
This autumn is a bit cold
Loneliness is printed on my face
You The smile is hidden deep in my heart
This autumn is a bit cool
I am wandering in the wind
Like that fallen leaf
Want to find A place to hide
Song: Autumn Fairy Tale
Singer: Philharmonic Orchestra Album: Tianya
Autumn leaves fall one by one
Non-stop Touches my heartstrings
The snuggled figure is still there yesterday
Your warm smiling face
I am willing to stop here
Looking at Your affectionate eyes
I don’t want to tell you in my dreams
I miss you and sob to the moon on a cold night
The feeling of memories is passing by every second
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The scene of holding hands flashed before my eyes
Why write an autumn fairy tale again?
The autumn wind is very bleak and cannot blow away the memories
It is difficult to soothe my thoughts
I have long been tired of wandering for many years
I have long wanted to come back to you
I am willing to stop here
Looking into your melancholy eyes
I don’t want to sleep and tell you in my dream
I miss you and sob to the moon on a cold night
The feeling of memories is passing by every second
The scene of holding hands flashes before my eyes
Why write an autumn fairy tale again?
I miss you and cry to the moon on a cold night
The feeling of memories is passing by every second
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The scene of holding hands flashed before my eyes
Why write an autumn fairy tale again? Excerpt about fields and orchards in autumn, about 250 words
Autumn is the season of harvest, and it is also the season for farmers. Favorite season. Rice smiled and bent down, and the breeze blew, and he bowed to us! Gao Liang blushed, as if he was shy and afraid of seeing people. Baomi grinned, and the yellow corn kernels looked like golden beans. The soybeans were blown away by the wind and made a sound!