Prose poem describing the landscape

Description of autumn scenery essay (a) 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 brilliant and colorful autumn colors make me dazzled, overwhelmed. Continuing to walk forward, I saw a vast expanse of grass, turquoise grass dotted with a variety of chrysanthemums. They are like a young boy and girl holding hands and dancing happily on the vast grass. Looking up, the sky is blue and clean as if it has just been washed with sapphire, making people feel high and refreshing in autumn. Autumn sunshine is warm and quiet, the autumn wind and gentle, blue sky and white clouds floating and relaxing. I went to the orchard. There are many fruits there! There are apples, bananas, oranges, grapes and so on, heavy apples press the small trees can not lift their heads. Autumn is really a harvest season, 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 small bird flying, ah! So it's the autumn wind that makes 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 every year, Mercedes in the sea of knowledge． I love the beautiful fall! (B) Charming Autumn Colors Autumn has arrived, and the sky is getting cooler and cooler. Autumn morning, the milky white fog misty, all kinds of things are bathed in the morning fog, hazy, hidden. I opened my sleepy eyes, got up from the warmth of the blanket, hurriedly put on the clothes, backpack to go to school. There are rows of trees along the roadside, 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 in your face narrow, and pain and ice, not long after my face has become a ripe apple. Walking past a brook, 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 looks 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! (C) the autumn girl unconsciously came to earth, as soon as she came, she kept busy. She gave the sorghum red "face"; to the corn put on the orange-red "skirt"; to the rice put on a golden "suit". A gust of autumn wind blew, the paddy 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 The fall of the childhood is also the hometown of the fall, always blue, intoxicated, and occasionally drifted through the clouds, changing all kinds of shapes, let you think of infinity. However, the fall of the 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, can bring people the joy of harvest. I remember in the frosty dusk, 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 burnt with dead leaves, and I dare say it was the most delicious fragrance of beans in the world! I've never smelled it before, at least not in the city! Autumn is again "K焜 yellow things decline" season. 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 in one go. After I left home, I never smelled such a friendly aroma again! At that time, the falling leaves of the hometown, there is no sadness, now the falling leaves of a foreign land, just countless disappointment, in the bottom of the heart, occasionally emerge a bit of thought and comfort, is the face of the destruction of this silence, will be a fire like a nirvana, or is a life transmutation. (E) Campus Autumn Scene Late autumn has arrived, into the empty campus, a cold wind blew, let a person feel a coolness. The campus in autumn is still pleasant, the trees are still so green; flowers as if they do not know the late autumn has come, still open, still with its fragrance attracts only bees; butterflies are still dancing in the campus, still with its beautiful figure to attract the attention of the students. The flower beds of the campus are covered with a few yellow leaves falling from the trees, and people's breath condenses into a milky white heat in the air. Although it was already late fall, the sun still went to work every day, giving plants enough light and heat so that they could still grow well in the cold late fall. The trees on campus sometimes swayed with the wind; sometimes stood still; sometimes a few poor leaves fell from their branches. However, these do not affect the charm of green trees in late fall. The flowers on campus were all open as usual, and the bees were busy gathering honey as usual, with many of them flying around the flowers, looking for which one was better. The sky in late fall is unusually solemn and crisp, after study hall, the sky is dark, let a person feel very mysterious, high up in the sky there are a few stars to embellish, let a person guess: where have all the other stars gone? I love late fall, the crisp sky, and the season with a hint of coolness! (F) Autumn Scenery 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, smile bent waist, sorghum red face, corn open arms, the ground is busy and the people, "sing a song ah harvest song, harvested wheat, harvested sorghum, harvested corn, harvested soybeans, harvested the end of the country ah." The song speaks of the joy of the autumn harvest of the farmers. 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 after a long time deep yellow clothes into light yellow; light yellow and into the heath, you see, it's 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 flames like burning. This yellow and red together, give a person a kind of indescribable warmth, even forget in a few days, winter is coming. You quietly came, brought the beautiful autumn scenery, brought fruitful, listen, drums and gongs, so lively, busy people a year's face shows the joy of the heart can not be suppressed: "ushered in another year of harvest." I am obsessed with autumn! Autumn - a colorful time, the fruit harvest time, the time of prosperity. Seven, autumn is here. Autumn rains are hitting their faces. A pile of dark gray clouds, low on the earth. It was already late fall, the endless forest was bare, and the old trees stood somberly, letting the brown moss hide the wrinkles on its body. The merciless fall had stripped them of their beautiful garments, and they had to stand there bald. Autumn came with the sound of falling leaves, and the mornings were as fresh as dew. The sky glowed softly, clarified and misty, making one want to hear a high-flying lark singing, just as one looks at 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 floating down, as if a few colorful butterflies fluttering in the air. Although the frost came down, 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 large and small orange lantern, red through the begonias to the branches of the tree are pressed. The home town of August--Hello How can I not miss it? There are my family and friends, there are the remains of my ancestors, there are my childhood sea wave-like longing and cloud-like dream ...... 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 River Road, flying to the willow stands on the banks of the river, flying to the small courtyard, articulated to a bunch of inseparable feelings, early to the mother. Car Mercedes, I ambushed in the window, greedy, forget to read the plains of August - look endless reckless, gushing and swirling; look endless thousands of hectares of autumn color, ten thousand dendrobium autumn light - rice yellow, the breeze, golden waves of surging; cotton fried mouth, snow-white silver, like the stars of the Milky Way; the wind, the wind, the wind, the wind, the wind, the wind, the wind, the wind, the wind, the wind, the wind, the wind, the wind, the wind, the wind, the wind, the wind, the wind. 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 it is not the car to follow the fast, may also be able to see their roots by the top of the full of fruit open 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 ...... Vegetarian light light Lucy Great Plains, ah, thick and colorful Lucy Great Plains, ah, you put the sweetness of the autumn, the colors of the autumn, the fragrance of the autumn, like a bright rain, the Sprinkled on my dry heart. Hometown of August, your hot gold cover, colorful illustrations, your colorful, rich and full of words, has brought me much joy in my childhood, how much childish fun, adsorption of how much of my time! Hometown, do you remember? Do you remember the little monkey running barefoot on the sandy road? Do you remember the little naughty man who scratched his clothes and cut his fingers picking jujubes from the branches in August? Hometown, do you still remember? When I was a child, I used to take advantage of adults do not care, into the dense crop fields, lying in the furrow, through the layers of leaves, looking at the blue sky. Adults are anxious, looking around, the village resounded with 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 buddies love to sit on the big car pulling crops, the 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, the tip of the whip tied to the 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 cornfields chewing on the "sweet pole"...... The car over the Yellow River Bridge, a roar of steel, my tired and I opened my eyes. 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 blowing her gray 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 cuts 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 harvests, and with the affection of a loving mother... ... Nine; I Love the Small Garden in Autumn By 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. That a chirping robin's voice has disappeared from the trees, that a bright green tree, also changed into a yellow nightgown, that whistling autumn wind also hurriedly rushed to the garden ....... The garden is surrounded by short green railings. 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 posture. 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 dress, 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 autumn garden is concentrated with deep autumn colors. 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 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 fall scenery in a general way.) Ten; . 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 house on the ground floor is full of flowers and trees, and the tall ones have grown up to the window of my house. 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. In the fall, the tall pomegranate tree is full of fruits, round and big, which is really popular. 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 the top, 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 bear 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 with five-needle pine at home window, pineapple ...... Comments Off on Where does fall go? In the window of my house. Tall pomegranate trees are full of fruit, a pomegranate seeds poking out of the watery head, loquat tree draws out the tender green leaves, pregnant with the next year's flower buds; maple trees applauded in the autumn wind, pine, pineapple, pineapple swaying in the autumn wind ...... This article has a unique and novel perspective, and is written in a new way without falling into a common style. Autumn fields (third grade essay) Date:2010-01-17 08:19:27 [View Original] The hot summer has passed, and ushered in the autumn high and cool fall, the autumn girl in the sky free and easy dance, don't mention how happy. The autumn girl flew to the field, the sea turned up golden waves, sorghum raised the burning torch, and white cotton, yellow corn, seems to be welcoming the arrival of autumn. Farmers uncle's face showed a happy smile, is busy harvesting it! The autumn girl flew to the orchard, pear trees hang up golden lanterns, beckoning to the autumn girl; apples show red cheeks, is smiling at the autumn girl. They are blown by the wind swaying, as if waiting for the farmers uncle to pick them all! The geese in the blue sky bid farewell to the fall, lined up in a big "human" flying to the south, the squirrels are busy picking pine cones, for the arrival of winter to prepare, people are also wearing a thick coat, also in preparation for the arrival of winter! The fields in autumn are so beautiful, I like the fields in autumn very much, because autumn is a season of harvest, and it also brings people the joy of harvest. Autumn is a season of high autumn weather and fruitfulness, and everywhere is beautiful. Look, the fields are golden. Wow a lot of gold necklaces Yo, but I thought, how can there be so many gold necklaces on the field, I went up to see, just beans, just empty; rice has caught up with the harvest season, from a distance, as if the sunset of the sea, from the near look, like a beach; Hey, lying so many fat dolls, a closer look, it was some of the big winter melon. Look, there is a crystal clear river around the rice paddies. Although this river is not as spectacular as the Yellow River, majestic, but this small river for the field to add a new scene. The river is so clear that you can see the free fish in the river; the river "sings" and gurgles, and the farmers who plow in the fields can often hear the river's clear, pleasant "song"; the river is so blue, blue like the ocean, pure blue, blue deep blue. The blue is pure, the blue is deep. What a beautiful river! Such a clear river in the field, coupled with small butterflies of various colors and buzzing bees all day long, a variety of beautiful flowers fragrant nose, so you feel like entering a continuous painting of the countryside! Ah, I love the fields in the fall! "I love the fields in the fall. When fall comes, the fields take off their green shirts and put on yellow sweaters, and people sigh and say, "Ah, fall is coming, and everything is going to wither away." However, it is in this yellow field that I find the vitality of autumn. Today, my father, mother and I went to the field in the countryside to play. Walking on the path of the field, I suddenly realized that not far in front of me, there was something flashing red, very dazzling. When I got closer, it was a cluster of banana flowers in full bloom. The banana flowers were big and red, swaying with the autumn wind, like a ball of burning flame. My father, who was walking in front of me, suddenly shouted to me, "Zhou Ling, come and see!" My mom and I ran there, ah, it turned out that my dad had found a bunch of wild grapes in the bushes. The wild grapes were orange and hung on the branches of the trees like strings of transparent agate. Dad grabbed the branch, mom went up to pick, and her hand was pierced, but finally picked a bunch of wild grapes. Over a hill, we seem to enter the world of flowers. Blooming wild chrysanthemums are everywhere. Red, white, purple, pink, light green, rose-colored, standing in the breeze, graceful, colorful. It was so beautiful. We look at the flowers, dad while explaining: this is called the golden hook, this is called the yellow stone Gong, this is called the green new apples, this is called the full of stars ...... ah, it is really a variety of forms! Suddenly from the bushes flew out a ... Li's autumn girl came, golden leaves have fallen, like sending a telegram, as if to say to people: "Autumn is coming!" The campus is much more beautiful than before! The big leaf banyan spreads a piece of golden leaves, and the grass changes its green clothes and puts on beautiful yellow clothes. In the morning, when the autumn wind blows, a burst of loud reading sounds come from the campus, refreshing people. Autumn wind blew, the leaves fell down, some like yellow butterflies dancing, some like lovely birds spreading their wings and flying, and some like beautiful feathers like spinning, and fluttering down. At noon, the warm sun shines down, we run to play in the sand, like a happy bird, the sand is like gold like brilliant eyes, touching hot. At this time, the autumn wind blew, making people feel cool. In the afternoon, under the shade of the trees, the occasional bird's call is heard, making people feel a burst of sleepiness. Ah, the campus is so beautiful in the fall! I not only love the campus in spring, but also love the charming campus in fall. As soon as you walk into the door of the school, you can see a large flower bed on the left, which is full of chrysanthemums, moonflowers, etc. Look at the chrysanthemums, the moonflowers and other flowers. You see, the few chrysanthemums have finished, like a happy smile. Some of them are half-open, like shy little girls who are blinking their eyes and secretly looking at this beautiful world! Some are still flower bones, like a small child is sleeping, refused to get up! Moon flowers emit a charming aroma, so that every time you pass by here will involuntarily stop to smell this charming aroma. Big flower bed next to a row of sycamore trees, a breeze blew, some of the yellow leaves can not withstand blowing down, some students say that the yellow leaves are like a beautiful butterfly fluttering in mid-air. Some students say that the yellow leaves want a glider flying in the air, really beautiful. The playground is surrounded by trees, there are sycamore trees, balsam camphor trees, cypress trees, there are pine trees ....... Now there are many trees are beginning to fall leaves, and the pine and cypress trees are still verdant, like a loyal guard in guarding our beautiful home. Ah! Our campus is so beautiful! Author: Xu RuiXinYi People say that spring is the most beautiful season, but I think autumn is also good, every late fall season, I especially like our campus scenery. In our playground around a lot of lush trees, like a tall green umbrella, to the campus cast a piece of shade, occasionally floating down the leaves, like a dancing butterfly, seems to welcome our arrival. The school playground is a very large soccer field, now, the green carpet of the playground, has changed into a golden dress, while I like it even more. The grass is dry and still so soft. We can not only play soccer, but also play basketball next to the playground and so on. You see, growing in the flower beds of flowers and grasses, they are dense together, look so united, so strong, although they are a little withered, but I know, as long as the cold winter, they will usher in their own flowers bloom in the spring. Ah! In people's hearts autumn is golden, but in my heart, autumn is colorful. I love the fall, and I love the campus in the fall even more. The campus in the fall I love the beautiful spring, hot summer, icy winter, but more love the cool fall. The weather is cooler in the fall, the campus of the tung tree, poplar tree, willow tree leaves have become yellow, a piece of yellow leaves in the autumn wind fluttering, like a butterfly dancing in the air, the ground fell a layer of thick yellow leaves, to the earth paved with a golden carpet. Every morning there are students busy sweeping the leaves, looking at a pile of yellow leaves, I thought of these leaves used to own the sun, for us to shade the sun; used to own the shower, for us to block the rain. The big trees are you to dress up our campus more beautiful. I love your yellow leaves. Campus playground next to two flower beds, flower beds in some of the flowers withered, the moonflower is still blooming so brightly, red as fire, pink as Xia, white like snow, beautiful! The students put on colorful sweaters and played and played in the playground. Look, some of them jump rope, some play sandbags, some jumping sandbox ------ play happily. The campus in the fall is beautiful and joyful, I love the campus in the fall. The hot summer is over, and the beautiful and gentle fall comes to the campus. Autumn is here, the leaves are flying, the campus is all over the withered yellow leaves, like a layer of golden carpet to the earth. Into the campus door, a glance can see the green lawn and colorful, graceful chrysanthemums, is fighting; continue to walk up, came to the middle of the playground, the playground has a balsam camphor tree, students in the tree under the physical education class, the autumn wind with the fragrance and leaves drifting down, so that the people refreshed. Along the steps up, you can see the ping-pong table and orangery, orangery full of yellow oranges, like a small lantern hanging on the branches. Along the steps further up, you will come to the upper playground, the left side of the playground is our school building and a pomelo tree, the pomelo tree's branches and leaves are luxuriant, hanging with yellow pomelo. I love the fall, I love the campus, I love the campus in the fall!