The beginning and the end of the writing composition

Beginning: 1, the weather is always very sunny, the blue sky in a trace of clouds are not, I often look up, think Lao She wrote the prairie sky is like this, the sky is so high and so blue. When I look at it, my heart feels open. Occasionally there is a small bird flying through the sky, will make your heart will also be one of the tremors, think if people with the birds as happy and free, that's how good. 2, early in the morning, walking on the way to work, a crescent moon hanging high in the air, soft bright beautiful crescent moon through the light morning fog smiling at me, I returned to her happy smile and her eyes, greetings: good morning! My friend. Bright crescent moon to me to bring the morning joy of good mood, but also to the winter depression of the earth to bring a day of bright and pleasant warmth of the sun. 3, early fall, the sun has become less toxic, the sky blue and transparent, as if you can see into outer space. Above the sky hanging a few white clouds, as if Van Gogh's oil paintings. The wind is no longer so hot, walking in the wind feel a little fresh and cozy, until the wind slowly seeped into the body, they feel the body has endless strength. Although the trees have lost their former glory, however, can appreciate the leaves were blown by the breeze have to fall, but also a great pleasure: leaves like a fluttering butterfly; like leaves flat boat; like a yellow warbler wings flying. 4, the ripe breath filled in the garden, exuding a tantalizing fragrance. Harvest is in sight, the farmers are all smiling, happy. Pears yellow-orange, with a golden light, shiny, in the green between a smiling face. Green cabbages, here a bush, there a bush, green *** drops, as to the garden laid a green carpet. 5, the wind, in the weekend lost the previous days of biting cold and domineering, more than a few tenderness, accompanied by the warmth of the sun's fragrance, refreshing. Look up at the blue sky, a group of beautiful clouds flying, running, woven into a wonderful garland.　The beginning must attract readers, Example: Autumn is beautiful everywhere, but I think the autumn in my hometown has a different kind of beauty. Early fall, the sun has become less toxic, the sky is blue and transparent, as if you can see into outer space. Above the sky hanging a few white clouds, as if Van Gogh's oil paintings. The wind is no longer so hot, walking in the wind feel a little refreshing and cozy, until the wind slowly seeped into the body, they feel the body has inexhaustible strength. Although the trees have lost their former glory, however, can appreciate the leaves were blown by the breeze have to fall, is also a great pleasure: leaves like a fluttering butterfly; like leaves flat boat; like a yellow warbler wings flying. Carrying the tree's joy, anger, sadness, happiness, floating down. The scene is enough to make people forget themselves. On the street, people have a few more layers of clothes on their bodies. The thinning sun shines people's faces red, the building has become golden, flashing the charming luster, as if covered with a layer of golden veil, the veil in the autumn wind, accompanied by floating around, as if the nymphs in the dance. A few wearing roller skates, skateboarding children, body also "Phi" with the golden light, in the road shuttling back and forth, as if the lightning in general. Fountain on the square at this time also became a beautiful scenery, a white pearl, this time in the sunshine, into a gold beads. Next to the grass, these tenacious grass from time to time mischievous blinking eyes, emitting a slightly green and slightly tender yellow light. The water droplets "pop, pop" landing sound, should be accompanied by a burst of laughter, incomparable pleasant to the ear. Standing here, I felt like I was in a fairyland, and my heart was soothed. I greedily breathed a few mouthfuls of tantalizing air, from head to toe, really a little bit of "leisurely heart will be, the wonderful place is difficult to say with you" feeling. Autumn, since ancient times, writers and writers have always taken it as a symbol of bleakness, because it heralds the coming of winter. However, she also heralded the golden harvest, I love wandering in this harvest season, she enables me to quiet the restlessness of the heart for a long time, to quietly appreciate her beautiful bosom ......