Autumn is not as gorgeous as spring, but 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 there are in the summer, the landscape of the fall leaves can be much more beautiful than they are. 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 are no butterflies in the fall? Am I not? How about it, pretty, isn't it!"
Autumn is not as white as winter, but its orange clothes are not bad! And it's much warmer than that white dress in winter.
There are many unique things about fall, too.
In the fall, plants seem to scramble to the barber store. One might ask, "What are they doing at the barbershop?" Of course it's to color their hair, they want to be fashionable too!
In the fall, the osmanthus trees 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, my mouth is watering when I think of my favorite green tangerine out of tangerine.
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.
Autumn is a wonderful season, everywhere through the fairy tale-like beautiful breath, everywhere floating with the laughter of the tourists, everywhere overflowing with the joy of the harvest season mood, constituting a picture of ideal beauty.
Early fall, fruitful, the whole orchard is overflowing with fragrance. As far as the eye can see, the colorful sea of fruit at a glance, farmers uncle in this "vault" in the line. Look, red apples like a pile of rubies; yellow and orange duck pear like a tree of gold; grinning pomegranate like a green on the red bag of treasure, which is full of shiny pink diamonds; the richest is considered the red date tree, a string of red onyx adorned with the branches, which is also inlaid with oval black crystals ......
The most generous of all nature is the most generous of all. Heaven and earth, nature is the most generous, they continue to donate - a car car gold pearl is a thin gift of rice; a bag of rubies are sorghum's treasure; a line of gold grains is wheat's pot of gold; corn's "bullion" happy silly truck drivers; Turnip specially created red and white gems made of two treasures; cabbage donated the crisp jadeite white jade ...... wealth rolled in, stranded in the farmers full of joyful smile.
Midsummer is coming, "look off the south flying geese", each hill to do the exhibition - the maple tree to the hair dyed red, hanging out the "magic" signboard to attract the eyeballs; pine trees do not change the old time! style, still with a new green proud of the scene; a string of red does not take off the red coat, seems to be afraid of the cold affects its play; chrysanthemums until now to show their true colors, colorful colors, thousands of appearance, one has to sigh; the most formidable are those mountains, they are in the autumn wind, a shake, change the yellow or red shirt, a moment to attract a large number of tourists to come here to play in the mountains, chrysanthemums and maples, picking cornelian cherry! The serenade of the autumn rain pulls as if intoxicated, attracting countless bystanders; the drum and bugle corps of the hailstorm is ready. Listen, we have faintly heard their footsteps on the march; see, snow and rain ballet has begun. The winds of autumn are a prelude to winter, and they blow the last siren to remind wildlife of the winter.
Autumn is marvelous. Sweat and laughter are the most beautiful of the four seasons.
Autumn
Time keeps flowing forward, the weather gradually cools down, the noisy cicadas are blown away by autumn, and in its place is the mournful chirping of the crickets in the cracks of the stone slabs at the bottom of the steps in the evening. Ah! That lovely fall had come at last.
Autumn, more than the spring is a thriving scene, flowers and trees in the spring is certainly beautiful, however, fruitful autumn is through the joy of the harvest; autumn, more than the summer has a colorful scene, the summer of dense foliage, although fascinating, however, the golden leaves full of autumn is more pleasant; autumn, more than the winter has a vibrant scene, the snow-covered winter is certainly lovely, however, the melons and fruits of the golden autumn is more refreshing. The snowy winter is lovely, but the golden autumn of melons and fruits is more colorful and splendid. Autumn came to the woods, from a distance, the yellow leaves fall like a group of pairs of golden butterflies, they are tired of flying, fell to my shoulders, head, feet. They were tired of flying and landed on my shoulders, head, and feet. They brought my thoughts from the green summer to the golden autumn. I turned around, a peach leaf fell beside me, I bent down to pick up, hold in my hand, carefully examine, so special a piece of autumn leaves ah! It has not been in a hurry to completely retreat green, still exudes a strong aroma. Autumn came to the orchard, persimmons bent down to take a bow on the pressure of the branch is about to break, lychee sister is too fat, broke the dress, revealing a bulging, white belly. Large apples hanging all over the branches, showing a sweet smile, or shy, or bold. Autumn girl came to the farmland, corn can be happy, it deliberately changed a new golden coat, grinning, revealing a mouth full of golden teeth; tomatoes in order to make themselves more beautiful, they will put lipstick on the face; potatoes may be too high excitement, the green mouth of its smile broken, revealing a yellow tongue. Autumn came to the garden, which became a paradise for chrysanthemums. They may like this heavy gold color, so they choose to bloom their beauty in the fall. There are so many colors of chrysanthemums: yellow, pink, white ...... The big flower with curly petals looks like a little girl with curly hair. Linger in the chrysanthemum garden or enjoy a pot of colorful chrysanthemums alone, and slowly get intoxicated in that fragrance. Autumn, to the earth to bring a golden yellow, to the blue sky to send cotton-like clouds. Autumn wind, cool as water, with a hint of coldness dyed yellow world.
I love this season of autumn!
I love autumn with its leafy, simple chrysanthemums.
I love the unique, brilliant, golden autumn scenery.
Autumn, really a harvest season, the sound of lawnmowers, children's laughter, adults talking and laughing these sounds blended together to form a symphony of "golden autumn". The autumn girl quietly came, the golden yellow rice in the field like the autumn girl's long hair, dancing in the autumn wind. And the green grass, in the autumn girl's blowing also gradually turn yellow, the earth put on a golden yellow clothes.
The autumn girl also came to the river, the water sparkling, a fish in the water play, sometimes out of the water, as if also to meet the autumn girl. Autumn girl also came to the orchard, fruit trees emit a burst of sweet smell, let a person mouth-watering. You see, apples like a small red lantern hanging all over the branches. Fruit trees next to a few maple trees by the autumn girl blushing, red maple leaves like a butterfly fluttering in the air, as if to say: "Autumn is coming, autumn is coming."
The distant mountains were also dyed yellow by the autumn girl, and at a glance they looked like a golden ocean with undulating waves.
As the sun set, the whole earth seemed to be painted with colorful pigments, like a huge picture.
The autumn girl brings harvest, joy and happiness.
Description of Autumn Scenery Essay
(1) Autumn is coming
The beauty of autumn is mature and sensible． It is not as shy and charming as spring, nor as revealing and fiery as summer, nor as introverted and subtle as winter． Autumn quietly came to the fields, came to the creek, came to the mountains, to the earth changed into a charming fall dress． I walked into the park. A gust of autumn wind blew, full of red leaves, as if the sunset sprinkled all over the ground, really beautiful level.
Autumn, is a color, aroma, taste all season, color, aroma, taste outside, there is sound and light, then the sound of autumn and autumn, at this time, the colorful colors of autumn make my eyes dazzled, overwhelmed.
Continuing to walk forward, I saw a vast expanse of grass, green grass dotted with a variety of chrysanthemum
flowers. They are like a young boy and girl holding hands and dancing happily on the vast grassland. The sunshine of the golden autumn is warm and quiet, the autumn wind is gentle, the blue sky and white clouds are floating in the air.
I came to the orchard. There are many fruits there! There are apples, bananas, oranges, grapes, etc., heavy apple pressure of the small trees can not lift their heads. Autumn is really a harvest season ah, everywhere is full of harvest joy.
The maple tree on the side of the lawn floated down a few yellow and red leaves, they are like a bird flying, ah! The winds of autumn have made the leaves grow wings.
I screamed happily: autumn is so beautiful, I love autumn! I ran up, the autumn girl stroked my head, as if to say to me: you must learn enough knowledge in every year, Mercedes in the sea of knowledge．
I love the beautiful fall!
(B) charming autumn colors
Autumn is here, and the days are getting cooler. In the morning of autumn, the milky fog is misty, and all kinds of things are bathed in the morning fog, misty and hidden.
I opened my sleepy eyes, got up from the warmth of the blanket, hurriedly put on my clothes, put on my backpack and went to school. There were rows of trees along the roadside, the green with yellow leaves gently swinging, occasionally a few butterfly-like leaves fluttering in the air, so light, so elegant. Autumn wind like sharp fine needles piercing your face narrow, painful and icy, not long after my face has become a ripe apple.
Walking past a small stream, the brook in the slow flow, babbling brook in a whisper, let a person have a kind of cool sense of comfort. The water was glittering with dazzling white spots, like the stars of the night. Layers of ripples rippled on the water's surface, and then disappeared silently. The quiet stream looked so elegant and beautiful in the morning, like a quiet, gentle little girl.
The pleasant autumn scenery, let us have unlimited feelings and unlimited reverie!
(3)
The autumn girl came to earth unconsciously, and she was busy as soon as she came.
She gave the sorghum a red "face"; put on an orange-red "skirt" for the corn; and put on a golden "suit" for the rice. A burst of autumn wind blew, the rice hastily bent down, like giving thanks to the autumn girl. When she came to the forest, the yellow leaves fluttered in the air like a butterfly. Only the leaves of pine trees and cypress trees were green, and they stood up straight, standing majestically on the hillside. The autumn girl came to the orchard again. The fruit in the orchard is ripe, the grapevine is full of bunches of purple and red grapes, they cover each other's body, the sun came out, irradiated in the grapes like a transparent purple jewel. Orange tree, a golden yellow orange, let a person see can not help but want to bite. If you peel off the orange peel, you can see a petal orange is like a curved loss of the moon when the moon,......
(D) the hometown of the fall
Childhood of the fall is also the hometown of the fall, always blue, intoxicated, occasionally drifted through the clouds, changing all kinds of graphics, let you think of the boundless. However, the fall of middle age is also the fall of the hometown, always missing then thoughts. A few days ago to Linyi, on the highway, looking out the window of the blue sky and white clouds, seems to have returned to childhood and hometown.
Autumn symbolizes maturity and brings people the joy of harvest. I remember in the frosty twilight, not far from the smoke, holding a round and large groundnut, the mood with the words now is how "cool" ah! When I was older, I searched for the endless fragrance of autumn in the soybean barley burned with withered leaves, and I dare say it was the most delicious fragrance of beans in the world! At least it's never been smelled in town yet!
Autumn is again the season of "K'ung Hwang". The original green leaves gradually lost the color of life, in the wind, frost, snow and rain under the attack, day by day yellow, and then quietly drift down with the wind. In that moment of enjoying the beauty, one has to thread the delicate yellow leaves into a string and hang it under the eaves, waiting to enjoy the fragrance of the big pancake wafting from above as it burns. Your mouth is watering, and a capable young man could eat ten of them in one go. After I left home, I never smelled such a friendly aroma again!
Then the falling leaves of the hometown, where there is no sadness, now the falling leaves of the foreign land, just countless disappointment, in the bottom of the heart, the occasional emergence of a bit of thought and comfort, is the face of the destruction of this silence, will be a fire of the nirvana, or is it a life of transmutation.
(E) Campus Autumn
Late fall has arrived, into the empty campus, a cold wind blew, let a person feel a coolness.
The campus in the fall is still beautiful, the trees are still so green; flowers as if they do not know that the late fall has come, still even incense open, still with its aroma to attract only bees; butterflies still dance in the campus, still with its beautiful figure to attract the attention of students.
The flower beds of the campus are covered with a few yellow leaves falling from the trees, and people's breath is condensing into a milky white heat in the air.
Even though it was late fall, the sun still went to work every day, giving the plants enough light and heat so that they could still grow well in the cold late fall.
The trees in the campus sometimes swayed with the wind; sometimes stood still; sometimes dropped a few poor leaves from their branches. However, these do not affect the charm of green trees in late fall. All the flowers on the campus were open as usual, and the bees were busy as usual with their nectar; there were many of them flying around the flowers, looking for which one was better.
The sky in late fall was unusually solemn and crisp, and after study hall, the sky was dark and mysterious, and there were a few stars high in the sky to punctuate the sky, making people speculate: where have all the other stars gone?
I love late fall, the crisp sky, and the season with a hint of coolness!
(F) Autumn
You come quietly, silently, in the blink of an eye, the earth is clothed in gold.
You come quietly, into the field, wheat flavor four floating, the acres of crops, from a distance it looks like rolling thousands of waves; close to see, wheat, smiled and bent waist, sorghum red face, corn, happy to open the arms of the ground, the people are busy and the "sing a song ah harvest song, harvested wheat, harvested sorghum ah, harvested corn, harvested soybeans ah, harvested and sent to the country ah." The song speaks of the joy of the autumn harvest in the farmhouse.
You come quietly, bring a see yellow clothes, a see red clothes, look at the side of the mountain, like a layer of gold. Floating leisurely from above flying down countless yellow butterflies, a group of hovering in mid-air, I do not know how long after the deep yellow dress into light yellow; light yellow and into the Heshi, you see, it is more like a naughty little kid, look at the mountains over there, sorghum as drunk, simply a sea of red, covering half the sky, and the sunshine together, red like a flame like the burning. This yellow and red together, give a person a kind of indescribable warmth, and even forget in a few days, winter is coming.
You quietly came, brought the beautiful autumn light beautiful scenery, brought the fruitful, listen, drums and gongs, so lively, busy people's faces for a year to reveal the joy of the heart can not be suppressed: "ushered in another year of harvest."
I am fascinated by autumn! Autumn - a colorful time, a time of fruit harvest, a time of prosperity.
Seven, autumn is here
Autumn rains beat their faces. Piles of dark gray misty clouds pressed low against the earth. It was late fall already, and the endless forest was bare, the old trees standing somberly, letting the brown moss hide the wrinkles on its body. The relentless fall had stripped them of their beautiful garments, and they had to stand there withered and bald.
Autumn came with the sound of falling leaves, and the morning was as fresh as dew. The sky glowed with a soft light, clarified and ethereal, making one want to hear a burst of high-flying larks singing, just as one looks out over the blue sea and thinks of seeing a white sail. Sunset is the wing of time, and as it flies away there is a moment of supreme splendor unfolding. So twilight.
The earth put on a golden yellow sweater, withered yellow Yang tree leaves and brightly colored maple leaves floated down, as if a few colorful butterflies fluttering in the air. Although the frost descended, but the grandpa pine is still wearing a turquoise green robe, look more verdant. In the garden, chrysanthemums compete for color, red as fire, pink as Xia, white as snow, beautiful. Persimmon tree leaves all fell, but the yellow persimmons are still hanging in the finger, like a small and large orange lantern, red through the begonia to the branches of the tree are pressed.
Eight; August hometown -- hello
How can I not miss it? There are my family and friends there, there are the remains of my ancestors, there are my childhood sea-wave-like visions and cloudy dreams ...... and my memory of the colorful August. A ride on the westbound car, my heart is like a bird out of the cage, fluttering and flying, flying to the arms of the Yellow River Road, flying to the willow stands green on the banks of the river, flying to the small courtyard, articulated to a bunch of inseparable sentiment, early to the mother.
The car was running, I ambled to the window, greedily, forgetting to read the plains of August --
Looking at the endless reckless, gushing and swirling; looking at the endless thousands of hectares of autumn color, ten thousand dendrobiums of autumn light -- rice yellow, the breeze, the golden waves, the cotton fried, the golden waves, the golden waves, the golden waves, the golden waves, the golden waves, the golden waves, the golden waves, the golden waves, the golden waves, the golden waves, the golden waves. Golden waves surging; cotton fried mouth, snow-white silver bright, like the stars of the Milky Way; peanut seedlings, sweet potato vines to the ground are covered tightly, turquoise green, such as the tide like the sea, if not the car to follow the fast, may also be able to see their roots by the top of the full fruit fissure it! The dome of the sky in August, a day of blue fall, is so deep, empty, high Lang, a few geese across the blue sky, and round under the stacks of wheat stalks, three or five hens but leisurely planing the ease of life ......
Suyu light Lucy Great Plains, ah, thick and colorful Lucy Great Plains, ah, you will be the autumn of the sweetness of the autumn, the autumn of the color of the fall, the autumn of the fragrance of the autumn. Like bright raindrops, you have sprinkled them on my dry heart.
August in my hometown, your gold cover, colorful illustrations, your colorful, rich and full of words, has brought me much joy in my childhood, how much childish fun, adsorbed me how much time!
Hometown ah, do you remember? Do you remember the little monkey running barefoot on the sandy road? Do you remember the little naughty man who cut his clothes and fingers picking jujubes from the branches in August?
Hometown ah, do you remember? When I was a child, I often take advantage of the adults do not care, drilled into the dense crop fields, lying in the ditch, through the layers of leaves, looking at the blue sky. Adults are anxious, looking around, the village resounded with the mother's long shouts. However, we just do not agree, do not come out, with a small nose sucking hard, sucking the fragrance of ripening crops, sucking the earth's frankincense, sucking the mother's loving, with anxious call ......
Hometown ah, do you still remember? I and my small friends love to sit on the big car pulling crops, that iron wheeled car, pulling a car of gold, a car of joy, leisurely, swaying, shaking, squeaking and buzzing, singing a song of joy. Catch the car uncle whip flower flung really loud, like the New Year's firecrackers, more fun is that long bullwhip, whip tip tied with a beautiful red tassel, whip pole shaking to and fro, the red tassel like a flaming bird ......
...... car shaking, I'm slightly sleepy . I drifted off to sleep. I would like to dream of my mother's loving smile; I would like to dream of my nephew's sweet shouts; I would like to dream of the caddis cages hanging on the branches of the old jujube tree; I would like to dream of my childhood in the cornfield chewing on the "sweet pole"
The car crossed the Yellow River Bridge, and the roar of steel. The roar of the steel, my tiredness and sleepiness flew away. I opened my eyes, the faint twilight has covered the field.
Oh, at this moment, is my mother standing under the big poplar tree at the head of the village, or is she sitting in front of the stove preparing dinner for her son? Is the evening wind messing up her pale hair, or is the firelight reddening her wrinkled cheeks? Ah, in another hour I shall be a good and dainty son, though I am already the father of two sons ......
My heart cut to the heart. I seem to hear my hometown calling -- the creek with its singing waves; the poplar with its loud autumn rhythms; the jujube hidden in the branches and leaves with its sweet shyness; the pomegranate hanging on the branches with its fascinating smile; even the small grass hut hole in the yard is calling, with the fragrance of the grain and the fragrance of the grains, and with the affection of a loving mother ... ...
Nine; I love the small garden in autumn
Author: Liu Yao, Tianjin
I love the golden autumn, and I love the garden in autumn even more. There is a small garden near my home, which is the kind of very, very small street garden. Although the garden is small, it is full of autumn colors in autumn.
The chirping robin has disappeared from the trees, the bright green trees have changed into yellow nightgowns, and the whistling autumn wind has hurried to the garden ......
The garden is surrounded by a short green railing. I strolled in the small garden in the fall, a charming aroma greeted my nose. What's going on? It turned out to be an autumn chrysanthemum to take advantage of the beautiful autumn colors on earth to show their heroic. Further in, a row of holly trees in the cool autumn wind blowing under the silk does not waver, really like a row of wearing green uniforms are subject to strict training, neatly arranged team. And then a sycamore tree, as if watching the military show seriously, the fall wind blowing half yellow and half green leaves rattling, as if in the clap. There are also a few maple trees here, that originally green leaves by the cool autumn wind blew on the red. The right wall of the garden is also planted with creepers, they are like fussy little girls, a moment to wear a green shirt, a moment to wear a beautiful red skirt, a moment to change into a yellow coat. An autumn wind blew, the ground fell full of red, yellow, half-yellow, half-green leaves, as if the garden paths paved a layer of flower carpet, beautiful. I often sat on a bench in the garden and looked up at the clear sky. I was fascinated by the thousands of white clouds. Under the soft autumn sunshine, a piece of white clouds glittered and was colorful. It floats gently, sometimes as soft as white yarn, sometimes as soft as cotton wool. At this time, my thoughts often drift far and wide with the white clouds ......
I love autumn, and I love the small garden in autumn even more. Because the autumn chrysanthemums make the garden more beautiful and fragrant, but also because the deep autumn colors are concentrated in the garden in autumn.
Ah! I love you, the small garden in the street in the fall!
(Comment: yellow leaves, autumn chrysanthemums, holly, sycamore, maple, creepers, white clouds in a hundred different forms, clear and soft sunshine, these are the unique scenery of autumn. The small street garden has concentrated the deep colors of autumn. (The article takes the small garden as the background, the angle is better, and avoids the emptiness of talking about the autumn scenery in a general way.)
X; . I Love the Window in Autumn
My family lives on the second floor and has neither a balcony nor a yard, but the large yard of Uncle Li's family on the ground floor is full of flowers and trees, and the tall ones have grown up to my window. In addition, my father built a simple flower rack in the window, but also put a lot of potted flowers and trees, so that my window has a special interest.
Every autumn, the tall pomegranate tree is full of fruit, round and big, really love. The large fruits are bright and shiny, deep red on the sunlit side and green on the backlit side. Under the background of the dense green leaves, which were more than the flowers in June, there were a few big pomegranates, and most of the pomegranate seeds inside were too big, which pushed through the outer skin, and poked out the watery heads one by one, as if they were saying to me: Li Wo, do you want to taste it? We are delicious, sweet and sour. I look at the pomegranate, mouth-watering, picked a hand, peeled off the skin, inside the pomegranate seeds in the sunshine crystal bright, like a small jewel. Put in the mouth gently bite, sweet and sour juice suddenly overflowed the mouth, the sweet, sweet intoxicating; the sour, sour unusual, really good taste. Pomegranate tree's neighbor is loquat tree, has long been fruitless, but the new leaves are tender green, tender green, there is a layer of silver-white hairs on it, touching the hairy, soft and lovely. Dad told me, this new leaves in the center of the top bud, is pregnant with the next year's flower buds, to the next spring, they will blossom and fruit. I thought fall was just the season of harvest, but it turns out to be the starting line for new life. Harvest fall, pregnant fall, you bring vitality to my window, no wonder the small maple tree applauded for you in the autumn wind, the little hand drummed red, red, more than the morning and evening clouds. Of course, I will not forget you, dotted at home window of the five-needle pine, pineapple ......
Comment: where to go in the fall? In the window of my house. Tall pomegranate trees are full of fruit, a pomegranate seeds out of the watery head, loquat to the tree draws out the new green leaves, pregnant with the next year's flower buds; maple trees applauded in the autumn wind, five-needle pines, pineapples, pineapples swayed in the autumn wind ...... This article has a unique and novel perspective, and it is not a commonplace, and it is written with new ideas.