I found that the trees in the park were not as lush as before, and the leaves fell all over the floor. When the autumn wind blows, the fallen leaves on the ground dance with the wind, just like beautiful butterflies.
Some fallen leaves on the ground have withered; Some have just fallen, and there is still a trace of green; Others fell off a few days ago and were eaten by insects for several holes. At this moment, I looked up and saw a flaming maple forest.
That maple leaf is so bright and warm. I walked into the maple forest, picked up a maple leaf and observed it carefully.
This maple leaf looks like a beautiful red five-star and an open palm. Veins stretch freely among leaves, as if it were the most beautiful here, but quietly add a touch of beauty to maple leaves.
I looked at the maple leaf again. The color of this maple leaf is really beautiful. It is big red, so bright and beautiful. This is the harvest season.
Soybeans, corn and sorghum are all ripe, and I am so tired that I bend over. The autumn sky is very high, as if Pangu is still propping up heaven and earth; The sky is so blue, just like a painter painting blue paint in the sky.
The leaves of poplar are a little yellow. When the autumn wind blows, poplar wobbles, as if it were old and unstable. The crops are happy, because they all bear fruit, and they are all saying, "Look, how big my fruit is, and I can rank first among the crops!" " ""You see, my fruit is not worse than yours. "
The crops bear rich fruits, leaving the sweetness to people, but gradually turning yellow and getting old. In the campus lawn, grass sneaks out, just like putting a green military uniform on the earth; The beautiful teaching building whispered to me, "I will shelter you from the wind and rain, so you should study hard."
The surrounding scenery seems to say to me, "We all have achievements. Is there? " ? Let's race! "Only Liu girl bowed her head and said nothing, very sad. Crops comforted her one after another: "Although you have no fruit, your figure is very beautiful, which brings people a sense of beauty. "
Miss Liu finally smiled. Autumn is so beautiful, I love autumn! Autumn has come in autumn scenery, and the weather is getting colder and colder, and the leaves turn yellow. When the wind blows, large tracts of leaves fall from the trees, and the ground is covered with dead leaves, making a "quack" sound.
There is a lot of rain in autumn, and it is always dripping, so we can't go anywhere. However, the air has become fresh, no longer dry, and once the rain stops, the autumn is crisp and beautiful.
Autumn is the harvest season, and there are many fruits. Huang Chengcheng has red apples, sweet pears, sweet and sour oranges and bananas.
I like bananas best. I can eat a banana in three bites. I like this fruity autumn.
Looking forward to, looking forward to, the hot summer has finally passed, and the footsteps of autumn are approaching. Autumn is crisp and the sky is high and the clouds are light.
Fruits are ripe, crickets are chirping and the weather is cool. Grass has not completely disappeared from the earth, it is still green.
In the garden, in the field. Look, one piece is full.
The children ran and jumped, somersaulted, picked up some fallen fruits and threw them at each other to see who could throw them farther and more accurately. The weather is cool and the grass is green.
Sweet-scented osmanthus trees, maple trees and evergreen trees are lush, deep in style, distinctive in temperament and full of elegance, golden, agate red and emerald green, just like paintings carefully drawn by painters. Birds are busy migrating and ants are collecting winter rations.
Daisy, a bunch of red petunias, at first glance, yes: orange, purple, competing for beauty, spread in the flower bed, like a carpet, smiling at the autumn wind! "Falling red is not heartless. Turning into spring mud will protect flowers!" Yes, it will become the spring mud that nourishes the earth and is not attached to the prosperity of the branches. Autumn rain falls on red and yellow leaves, and on colorful leaves mixed with green and yellow.
Luxurious maple leaves, delicate evergreen leaves, ordinary shaved leaves … they become more gorgeous under the baptism of autumn rain. The fruit on the tree is maturing, and the fruit farmers in the field are busier.
In urban and rural areas, workers, students, children and the elderly all come out to enjoy the beautiful scenery, relax, watch autumn colors, collect specimens and do their own things. "A hard work, a harvest", hard work, in exchange for a harvest, full of autumn-like color gods, so that the color of plants gradually becomes stronger.
Autumn, like the god of harvest, has brought countless fruits to people. Autumn is like a god of joy, bringing people the joy of harvest.
Yue. This is a name full of fruits. Autumn comes quietly with golden light and light footsteps. In the morning and at night, ripe rice, heavy, floats in the wind, as if covered with a golden blanket. I was next to the yellow rice, and I thought I saw something. Look, what's under the mountain? People can see rows of ripe fruits at a glance. Several rows of eldest brothers seem to be fighting, and several aunts are cutting mature rice with sickles. I looked down and saw a golden snake. Its golden light seemed inexhaustible. In the afternoon, the farmers waited for dinner, but they were still roaming in the autumn fields. The golden color of the fields had spread to the leaves, and the leaves seemed to turn yellow and gradually fell. At this time of disaster relief, farmers are early. But looking at the autumn outside, the more I look at it, the more beautiful it is. Night finally came, the sun set and the autumn night quietly left. Some leaves are still yellow and floating. I also study at my grandmother's house. I think no one knows whether tomorrow's autumn will be so beautiful, but let today's autumn be a happy day! I like autumn, and I prefer the scenery in autumn. Autumn is like a god of joy, bringing people the joy of harvest.
Yue. It is full of fruits.
2. Composition describing maple leaves Every time I go to Qiu Lai, in my hometown Taihang Mountain, red leaves will flourish, like clouds and flames, burning up half the sky. People who don't know think it's a red maple, but persimmon trees are red. At this time, there are no peaches, reds, ducks, greens and yellows in the mountains, only colorful trees are left, forming a unique scenery in late autumn.
The red leaves in my hometown are very distinctive: they are different from the bright red of spring peaches, the purples of summer lotus, the pale red of autumn chrysanthemum and the scarlet of peony. Its red color is mature red, old red, crimson and unique. It is decent and dignified, and there is no shortage of fire, but it is just right: it is not fashionable and shows its own taste. Its red color does not attract bees and butterflies, nor does it decorate pots, nor does it attract playboy children's love, and refuses to be picked by frivolous girls. Relying on the branches of iron bones, we will save half a year before expelling wind and cold, and release it overnight. It is flawless and mottled, resistant to spider filariasis and contributes a pure red color.
Taihang Hongye is unique, not fragile, not spoiled, and has a strong personality. It has never been planted in the garden, but it is willing to plant on barren land. Whether it's cliff canyons, high mountains, or barren hills where foxes haunt, it's a treasure to settle down. It insists that the green hills are not relaxed, and it will grow more luxuriantly and vigorously in the face of a hundred-foot cliff.
Its red is different from the red of maple leaves. Maple leaves are quite red, thin red, and when the wind blows, they jump up rashly; The red leaves in my hometown are dignified and simple. The petiole is very short, the veins are tough, and it grows on the branches, maintaining the affinity with the mother. Maple leaves are pentagonal; The red leaves in my hometown are just an ordinary ellipse with irregular side teeth, which shows its civilian nature and does not change its inherent personality. It is friends with the cliff eagle, listens to the songs of waterfalls, contains and keeps the elements, is not impetuous and not drifting, and can withstand loneliness, so it is so proud and kind.
It is also the messenger of autumn. When autumn comes, it turns red. Its red, bred in spring, brewed in summer, tempered by lightning and baptized by wind and rain, only spit out red. It is modest and prudent, modest and affectionate. Do not compete with peach blossoms for spring, Liu Hua for summer, and Jingui Yinju for fragrance. It takes its time, does not provoke people, only picks out gaps among withered flowers, and then burns like a torch, making up for the sadness of autumn mountain and making autumn as warm and hot as spring.
Because it is popular in the end, it has the opportunity to absorb the experience of the square group and enrich itself. It is not like a flash in the pan, nor is it like a withered lily at first sight. From the moment it is red, it is not ready to change its color. The thicker the frost, the redder it becomes, turning it into mud and grinding it into dust. Only "red" remains unchanged.
In fact, it was born to bear persimmon fruit. After the persimmon fruit is harvested and the task is completed, it is time to leave the post and retire. Instead, it provides this piece of latosolic red. Every red leaf is a small flag with no pattern and a small fan without calligraphy and painting, which makes Akiyama so vibrant, charming and spectacular. Did the red leaves in my hometown also contribute a waste heat?
3. Composition describing maple leaves Hey, what's that big red orange in the distance? I didn't know it was a maple tree until I looked carefully. You see, there are red maple leaves and yellow maple leaves on that tree, just like red elves playing happily in the yellow ocean; Like a red apple hanging on a tree, swinging from side to side.
I walked into the maple tree and saw red and yellow maple leaves all over the ground. I picked up a piece of red maple, smaller than my palm, but thick and red as fire. The maple leaf is shaped like a palm, and each "finger" has a vein, which is straight and a little prominent. Just like the lines on our hands.
Looking at the maple leaves on the ground, I couldn't help lying down. "Click" a clear and crisp voice rang, turned out to be the voice of dead leaves! However, it sounds very comfortable.
I picked up a maple leaf and put it in the book. Later, this maple leaf became a "maple leaf bookmark".
Although autumn will leave, I left autumn-maple leaf; Although I can't stay in autumn, I have an autumn memory-maple leaf.
4. The composition describing the maple leaf is a red maple leaf with more than 280 words.
I forget how long it's been.
The delicate red maple leaf has been crippled.
I looked at the dark sky for a long time in confusion.
Imagine your autumn.
I started to panic.
Is your red maple leaf disabled?
I remember you once said to me
Although summer is beautiful,
Autumn is more romantic.
Maybe you don't know yet.
The red maple leaves in autumn are my favorite.
I like its fiery tenderness.
Mixed with your true feelings, gentle and naive.
How I wish to be a delicate red maple leaf.
The rustling autumn wind supports it.
You drift away.
Stop at your window.
Reminds you of our fragrant years.
Remember our red maple leaf.
See red maple leaf.
It's autumn now. Soon, in late autumn, red maple leaves will fall one after another. It is this maple leaf that is nothing special in the eyes of ordinary people. It reminds me of that unforgettable past. ...
I still remember clearly that I met Sasha in kindergarten, when we were good friends. In the first grade, we were also very lucky, not only in the same primary school, but also in the same class. It stands to reason that I should cherish this friendship more, but I don't know how to cherish it. Sasha and I began to get along slowly, and finally she scolded me, so I went to tell the teacher that the teacher was saying something about her, and so on. Next, at the end of the first grade, she transferred to No.1 Primary School.
At first, I thought it would be good, but soon, I thought I was wrong. I can't live without Sasha as a friend, and I regret it very much.
Two years later, in the autumn, I saw her again, and we talked casually. Before leaving, Sasha picked up a red maple leaf and told me to find the same leaf to prove that our friendship has never been broken. So, in autumn, I will take the red maple leaf to a row of maple trees to look for it. I often separate the overlapping leaves with my feet first, and look at them one by one. Sometimes when I find a similar leaf, I immediately pick it up and compare it. Sometimes, when I look up, I can't let go of a leaf or two. I always have to look carefully. I stand under the maple tree, and I can't feel its fiery enthusiasm. All I feel is deep friendship!
Now, it is autumn again. I believe that as long as my friendship with Sasha continues, the red maple leaf will hang on the tree not far away, waiting for me to pick it. Because when the maple leaves are red, Sasha and I will meet again.
Autumn red maple leaf
Several maple trees were planted in front of my house, and the maple leaves turned red in autumn. Far away, I saw those fiery red maple leaves burning like clouds of fire, and the leaves falling from the trees were flying freely in the air like red butterflies. The leaves look golden and beautiful under the sunlight. I walked over and picked up a maple leaf on the ground. I see the maple leaves have serrated edges. I thought the sawtooth was sharp, and I didn't know it was soft until I touched it with my hand. There are many kinds of maple leaves, among which five leaves are more. Five leaves are like small hands. When the wind blows, the little hands on the tree are waving to me ... I like beautiful autumn, and I like the red maple leaves in autumn! Teacher's comment: "I see those fiery red maple leaves burning like clouds of flames in the distance, and those leaves falling from the tree fly freely in the air like red butterflies." "Five leaves are like little hands. When the wind blows, those little hands on the tree are waving to me."
Car, a mature, a quiet, a distant ... this is autumn.
I love this season, I love its brilliance, and it is this golden color that makes me feel that it has a royal extravagance; I like this season and its desolation. It is this desolation that makes it beautiful. I love its richness this season, and it is also her richness that makes me realize the connotation of spring flowers and autumn fruits.
I was walking alone on the path in my hometown, stepping on the yellow leaves under my feet.
If it is autumn, there will be fallen leaves. When a yellow leaf falls from the sky, you can see dead leaves everywhere.
Walking, I saw an orchard not far ahead. I sneaked in and saw a different beauty. In the orchard, the apple's face is red. Pomegranate cracked her mouth with laughter. Watery grapes and red dates send waves of fragrance with the wind. Go ahead, go near the stadium.
When the rice is ripe, the rice in Huang Chengcheng is covered with gold. Cotton vomited, revealing a white smiling face. Sorghum like red agate nodded and wanted to say, "The harvest season is really beautiful."
On the threshing floor, the harvested grains piled up like mountains. On the highway, cars carrying grain run back and forth, and people's laughter can be heard everywhere in the fields, in front of and behind houses.
In the evening, I saw the beautiful countryside after sunset. The sunset, like a drunk, falls on the mountain in the country, reflecting the water and the sky half red and half gold.
At night, my hometown was dark, and the stars came out in the blink of an eye. I lit up the path. I went home alone along the quiet path in the field. Looking at the stars all over the sky, I unconsciously entered a dream. ...
5. Composition describing autumn maple leaves Once upon a time, the fiery figure was forgotten by people?
Once upon a time, I no longer saw that gorgeous color in the painter's works?
A long time ago, I never heard the legend about that beautiful maple leaf again?
I almost forgot my favorite maple leaf, too ...
I remember walking alone in the Woods in autumn when I was a child. There were many ginkgo trees, but there were also many locust trees, poplars, elms and eucalyptus trees. I heard that there is also a maple tree planted in the middle of the forest, which is the oldest tree in the forest, but I am very dissatisfied. That's just a tree! It is the oldest. It must be ugly. I stepped on the road paved with dead leaves, listening to the rustling sound when the dead leaves were broken, and watching a little wind gently roll up the old yellow leaves on the trees when it passed through the Woods. I feel indescribable comfort. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and thousands of yellow leaves left the branches, dancing, tumbling and spinning deftly in the wind. The wind went through the Woods and kept rushing to the sky. As if drunk, thousands of yellow leaves staggered down and became new members of the yellow leaf paving road.
When I passed several trees again, a tall red figure caught my eye and my sight was immediately attracted. How beautiful it is! The leaves are red as fire, burning, dancing and dancing. The whole tree is a huge flame, almost dazzling. When we look closely, we find that every leaf that constitutes a huge flame has its own beauty: straight, crooked, straight, curly, high-tilted, hanging upside down from the branches and so on. Some tips are slightly bent, as if they are telling something with their heads down; Some whole leaves are rolled up, as if they were curled up there because of the cold in autumn; Some sides are slightly bent, as if they are praying for something with their hands folded, and some leaves are spread out as if enjoying the breeze. Every accident outside will change their attitude. If a wisp of wind blew just now, the leaf lying flat as if sleeping would jump up, as if startled and suddenly awakened from sleep, while the leaf next to it only swayed with the wind on the right side, as if waving goodbye to relatives and friends.
Another gust of wind blew, rolled up a leaf and danced with the wind. It is not only a small burning flame, but also a dancing butterfly. When it flew to my side, the wind gradually disappeared. There was no wind, and the maple leaf fell, so I quickly reached out and caught it. I put it in my palm and studied it carefully. Suddenly I was shocked. Isn't this shape the maple leaf they described? It turned out that I accidentally walked into the middle of the forest. I can't help but feel ashamed when I think of my previous evaluation of maple leaves. How can such a "pillar" of a tree forest become ugly because of old age? Thought of here, I suddenly understand that maple is not old, only autumn is the real maturity of maple! It's spring and summer, and it doesn't attract attention-it's been accumulating strength. In autumn, when many trees get old, they will burst into the power of saving. Over the years, it has been quietly contributing its own strength to people like other trees! I looked down at the beautiful old maple leaf in my hand again. The leaves are dark red and the back is bright red as a dance. The whole maple leaf looks like a solidified flame. I gently stroked the leaf surface with my hand, felt the vitality and strength of the vein, and stared at it deeply, so it reflected in my eyes and in my heart. ...
6. Writing about Maple Leaf Red A cool autumn wind is blowing head-on, and countless autumn leaves are floating with the wind, red, yellow and green ... Each leaf is scrambling to show its color and express its thoughts about autumn. I think: Spring is beautiful, but autumn leaves also have gorgeous colors.
Look, there are many leaves on the tree, like naughty children who have left their mothers and want to play in the outside world. I walked over gently and saw autumn leaves all over the floor. I can't help being attracted by their beauty.
I picked up a complete maple leaf from the ground and held it in my hand to observe it carefully: it was shaped like a small and exquisite fan and also like the big tail of an anchovy. The stout petiole is like a squirrel's hairy tail, red and green; Milky veins extend from the petiole, as if taller than anyone else; The big red leaves and veins are closely connected, just like a pair of "good friends" who will never be separated. Maple leaves also exude the fragrance of earth, refreshing.
Suddenly I remembered a poem by Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "There are people deep in the white clouds, far away in the cold mountains. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. "
I like maple leaf, because it is more beautiful than spring flowers in my heart.
7. The 800-word composition describing the maple leaf has 5 petals in palm shape, which is 13cm long and slightly wider than the length. The three largest lobes have several protruding teeth, the base is heart-shaped, the top is medium green to dark green, and the axils below are hairy, which changes from yellow to orange or red in autumn. The bark is grayish brown and smooth, and furrows and scales appear with the growth of tree age. The flowers are yellow-green, small and headless, hanging on slender stems, and open with tender leaves in spring, showing an open inflorescence. The fruit has parallel wings and is 2.5 cm long. Height 30 meters, wide column, deciduous.
Deciduous tree species will have some chemical reactions in autumn and winter, so that the substances or some tissues contained in the original leaves can be recovered and stored in stems or roots, and can be reused in the next spring. Chloroplast and chlorophyll are one of the objects of decomposition and recycling, so when chlorophyll in leaves is gone, the colors of other pigments are highlighted, such as red anthocyanin, yellow carotene and yellow lutein. Because of the high chlorophyll content, it covers other colors and makes the leaves green. In addition, the sugar stored in maple leaves will be decomposed into anthocyanins, making the leaves brighter.
Maple leaf is a spiritual symbol in people's minds. Because of its particularity, people often use it to symbolize perseverance.
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