Autumn is a scholar with rich knowledge, in the frustration, the difficulty of the test over; autumn is a fair judge, it sweeps away the evil, so that the world only left "justice" two words; autumn is the sprint athlete, across the endless obstacles, leading us forward! Agree 9| Comments 2011-11-5 19:48 Jue Jue y | First Class
Mood, written in the early fall
Gazing at the summer diary in the fingertips slowly withered, the last rays of the summer sun fell into the backpack of the night, my mood is quite complicated to walk alone in the feathers of the fall to see the fall in the city of the annoyance of the dappled light and shadow, the light of the defeat of the leaf ignored the branches of the The light of the defeated leaves ignored the clamor of the branches. Greeting the faint slightly cool autumn wind, silently counting the autumn leaves and heart yellowing memories, heart suddenly walked through a shallow flood of joy and sorrow.
The people who said they would never be separated have long been scattered to the ends of the earth. Just like this falling leaves, met in the brilliant season, but separated in this lonesome fall. A romantic atmosphere, a kind of autumn will come to the sadness, with the yellow leaves unscrupulous singing, and then turned into a burst of autumn wind, blowing the pale cheeks. Years of displacement, people return to sadness, painted with the footsteps of time flies. Four seasons metamorphosis, there are cloudy and sunny, flourishing flowers to fall leaves and flowers withered, early fall in the title page, residual sleep is difficult to sleep sadness. Summer is gone, autumn is coming, the heart is also bleak, this fall and fall leaves break up the clip, in the text slowly play. Sadly, because the fall makes the earth desolate, so that people are also lonely.
Early fall has a dream, but the dream is pale. When the dream in the darkness outside the window slipped to, when the dream in the broken bridge in the sound of the book sighing sadness, and I, but in the moonlit night weeping tears, only for the remnants of the dream. The dream woke up, I came to this city that I did not expect, so suddenly, let me so caught off guard. Autumn came, I only have to stand in this cold wind, let the wind shake my body, let the fallen leaves corrode my flesh, let the autumn rain erode my skin. Fortunately, I saw the thoughts rising in the distance, through the clear mist, with a smile and light, stepping on the clouds, it exudes the fragrance of ink, curling around the dreamland. Joy, is the longing for tomorrow, is the expectation of the next season.
Time is like water, years like a song. The seasons can be reincarnated, youth will also leave memories, leaving heartache. I don't dare in the early fall of this joy and sorrow, obsessed with that floating dream, only in the season of autumn, yearning for the harvest of happiness in the fall.
Now, standing in the early fall rain, wandering in the cool autumn wind, I learned to be strong for no reason, inadvertently insisted on my stubbornness. I have tears, but I still smile, I have hurt, but I am no longer in the late night sadness, early fall only falling leaves sigh and moved me to remember. Tomorrow, I will run in their own dreams, in the sound of support from friends to struggle, in the sleepless night with the expectation of embracing.
This is my mood, written in early fall. Agree 1| Comments 2011-11-6 15:13 48448366 | Level 2
The campus in the fall is so beautiful
The very deep and cold night, the curtains heavy hanging in front of the light through, very bright, very passionate look. There are a lot of books cluttered around me, I've always been like this, I think the desk is neatly arranged in a way that it is not for studying, so I let it be a mess; I look at the light, I look at the table placed next to me, I look at my exercises, I know that I am not as good as the other children studying, I know I have to work harder, I know that there will be a lot of very hard working children at this time of the year, as well as I am in the light of the same desperation, but now I'm just want to cry, but I'm sure it has nothing to do with the exertion, because scenes like this make my thoughts spread.
I remember when I was saying my final goodbyes to Yin, also in the fall, it was a warm autumn day, the sun was shining brightly to melt people, surrounded by an attractive green, and if it wasn't for the coolness of the morning, I think it would have been one of those gentle summers, right? I watched the sunlight flicker on Yoon's eyelashes and the smile that lingered at the corners of her mouth, and felt comfortable, and then we sat on the steps, accumulating memories of the future over and over again. Soon there was a grandmother sitting on the steps of a flower bed with a tree in the shade. She was really a very old grandmother, and I suddenly thought that if my grandmother, who had died a long time ago, was still alive in the world, she would be like that, too. Yin knew that such a scene stirred up the softest part of my heart, so we were quiet, and I looked at the grandmother seriously. Her eyes were calm and unruffled, her eyes were wide open, due to the many leaves in front of her. What do you think she was thinking? Yin asked me. I said I didn't know, but I said I wanted to cry when I saw her eyes like that, and Yoon gently patted me on the shoulder and didn't say anything else.
The weather in the fall was a warm mess, and there were a lot of things fluttering in the air, I don't know if they were bugs that couldn't live through the fall making their last dying gasp, or fluttering fluff. That grandma looked at me for a long time, she was really old, not only were there countless wrinkles on her face, there was also a lot of sadness. "Yin, what do you think will happen when we are old like this, sunbathing all day long, counting the wrinkles on our faces in the mirror, or leaning back and reminiscing about the past with him. "I said calmly." I guess not having to worry about not being able to get up tomorrow, or not being pretty enough, or not being rehired or anything like that." She said with a smile. The smile froze at the corners of her mouth after that, and the same word flashed through her mind, death, the one thing we can never hide from. I suddenly felt scared, I said, "They'll get there before we do." Yin didn't say anything, we both knew that in such a situation, talking about such a topic would bring tears to our eyes, and there was more of a silence among us. I was a home-loving child, and I thought that after the fall had passed, could spring be far away? And then, after springing over and over again, who will love me when it's their last spring? When I left, Yin said to me, "Don't be like this all the time, it's too early to think about some things." She said it easily, but her heart was full of sadness, she was comforting me, though she knew she couldn't sway my thoughts.
As I passed by that grandmother, I thought of many people, Yin beside me and myself. I saw more clearly the wrinkles on her face, very deep and dense, it was a kind of sadness, I think she may have been a beautiful woman with exquisite makeup and delicate heart, but in any case she would not have imagined that after so many years, her current appearance, haggard. I never dare to determine whether this time next year she will still be sitting here in the sun, will still be so some sadness and some confusion, but I know that many years later in the fall, I am the same as her time, I will also be in such a bright autumn gazing at the brilliant light in front of me, in the intricate palm lines within the hands of the memories of the past, perhaps like now, and beside the small Yin. I know that this has nothing to do with decadence, but rather with the scent of it that is so strongly infected in this autumn gaze.
Autumn also has a personality
My fall, beautiful, fruitful, happy, fresh. I like autumn, like her blue sky; like her tired fruit; like her dancing leaves; like her cool climate. There is no sweltering heat of summer or cold of winter.
Came to the countryside, strolling in the countryside on the road, looking for the fall belonging to me. Walking between the fields, the first thing that caught my eye was the neat rows of sorghum. When the breeze blows, the sorghums shake their red heads to express their cordial greetings to me, and show off her plump face to me, heralding the arrival of another harvest year. Looking down at my feet, the yellowed grass reminds me of the old poem, "The grass on the plains, withers and grows every year. Wildfire cannot be eliminated, but it grows again in the spring breeze." I sincerely admired this poem. "I sincerely admire the tenacity of this small creature, and look forward to her once again put on a new green coat. On the grass, sparsely scattered with a few dandelions, the wind blew furry little white hairs with countless fantasies fluttering with the wind.
Following the path through the field, to a small river, along the river, the river from time to time appeared a few cute little fish. If you are lucky you can also be in groups of small shrimp. I remember in the summer, I always with my grandfather in the river to catch a lot of black slippery little loach, back to that period of time is really happy.
There is a tall and proud poplar tree next to the river. Climbed to the poplar tree, leaning against her, looking through the canopy at the blue sky, and the light clouds. Breathe in the fresh air emanating from the poplar tree, fresh and natural, so that I was intoxicated in which y unable to extricate themselves. Pick up a few pieces of fallen leaves, thrown in the creek, so that a few pieces of fallen leaves with my deep thoughts floating to the distance.
I love autumn, love her autumn high and cool; love her blue sky; love her the cosy autumn wind; love her golden coat; love her plump beauty. Ah! Beautiful fall, this is my fall, my personalized fall.
In this fall, the maple leaves are red
Autumn wind, such as knives, biting blowing, lifting up the dust in the sky, mont. Pale Thuja branches, hanging some half-dying leaves, will be in the seemingly fall not fall between, struggling miserably in the autumn wind, and ultimately is quietly fall, curling like a butterfly.
It is said that the fall is the season of sadness, it is said that the fall is the time of separation.
I walked in the mountain path, the mountains, the autumn wind will be every leaf dyed red, seems to carry exuberant burning vitality, in the lonely wind hunting and flying, flaunting the life of the high and proud.
I picked one, air-dried it, and stuck it in my book.
On the way down the hill, rather dazed, wondering whether I could actually do well in this exam. Although it was only a monthly exam, it was seen as an assessment before the midterm. Since the second year of junior high school, I have never been in the top ten of the grade, every day facing the teacher's sighs, parents' disappointment, time and again full of confidence in the attempt to end up with the harvest of cold failure.
Returning home, I turned on the computer, turned up the stereo to the maximum, and threw the exercise books and books aside in a faint and thinly veiled manner.
They don't want to learn anything else, and they don't want to go back to the drawing board.
What's left of me after all this hard work, except a handful of sadness? But I'm not a genius, and I can't achieve results that satisfy everyone every time.
The damp, cool wind blew in, and the book spread out on the desk was blown to turn several pages in a row, the paper twisted each other and burst into a crisp sound.
The flaming red maple leaf broke free from the shackles of the book and fluttered lightly across the room. The traces of its movement were not fast, extremely soothing, and extremely firm. Obviously life has been separated from the trees on which it depended, however, the fiery red color did not diminish with the passing of life.
Unconsciously, my attention was completely attracted by the fluttering maple leaves, and I forgot to leave my seat, chasing its trajectory across the room to my desk.
Screwing on the eye lamp, I finally managed to take out my exercise book and sketchbook, and began to seriously act out the exercises. The tip of my pen flipped as if it were a glorious dance.
The room was filled with the color red.
This fall, the maple leaves in the fluttering, all the misty hope, all dyed red, gorgeous, colorful. Agree 3| Comments(1) 2011-11-6 17:14 1011366780 | Level 1
Autumn
The geese flying south reported to the people: autumn is coming.
The chrysanthemums blossomed proudly in the fall. There are red ones, yellow ones and white ones. The red ones are as red as fire, the yellow ones are as yellow as gold, and the white ones are as white as jade. They have different shapes, some are naughty and cute, some show a solemn look. It is really admirable. In winter, only the plum blossom in the "cold alone open", to the fall, only the chrysanthemum in the proud blossom; we learn the strong will of the plum blossom, learn the chrysanthemum's positive spirit of upward ......
Autumn is a harvest season, look, the orchard of that tree! Apple tree, a dense and big and red apples hanging high on the tree. The grapes on the vine are purple and big, and look like they are really drooling. The two pomegranate trees are full of red pomegranates, their bellies bulging, some full of cracked, as if it seems to hear what a funny joke, grinning mouth laughing. Thin open the skin, a grain of white and red pomegranate seeds, like pearls like bright crystal. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
The fields, everywhere is a harvest scene: cotton white like snow, cotton branches full of peach-like cotton, a tree on dozens of, the pressure of the cotton branches bent; rice are chopsticks so thick; heavy ears of grain nodded frequently; full sorghum red like fire ......
The fall with a burst of coolness, a breeze that makes you feel like a man, a man, a man, a man, a man, a man, a man, a man, a man, a man, a man, a man, a man, a man, a man, a man, a man, a man. A hint of breeze makes people feel that winter is approaching step by step. Autumn is also the time for the leaves to show their charm, this time, a burst of autumn wind blew, the leaves on the trees will change into a golden evening dress, groups of pairs of romantic dance. At the end of their lives left a beautiful memory ......
Autumn can not only bring people the good news of the harvest, but also give people the courage and strength to work hard.
If spring is a newborn baby as Mr. Zhu Ziqing said in his essay "Spring", then I think summer should be a vigorous teenager, autumn is a steady middle-aged man, and winter is a kind old man.
I think, in the four seasons of the most distinctive than the fall. Autumn does not have the wonderful scene of winter ice, and no spring willow waves, summer winds and cicadas. But the fall has her autumn high and fresh, Dan Gui fragrance.
Autumn is a season of harvest. Standing on the edge of the field, look out, a vivid "autumn harvest map" will be reflected in your eyes: the field, sorghum red face, rice pressure bent waist; field side, fruit trees straight fruit are ripe just waiting for the farmers to pick; tree, farmers put down the sickle over the rice, holding a towel to dry their sweat, smiling and looking at the harvest, the farmers put down the sickle over the rice, holding a towel to dry their sweat. The smile is looking at the harvest field, enjoying the joy of harvest.
The scene in the fall is very beautiful. From the literati to describe the words of autumn, "autumn breeze" "fruitful branches" can be appreciated, but this is not enough, in real life to taste more poetic, you want to look for the fall, I suggest that you had better go to the woods to walk, the time to choose in a clear afternoon. A sunny afternoon. Because this time can let you feel the breath of autumn. At this time alone walking in the quiet forest path, the autumn wind, the autumn sun shines, the sound of the forest waves; smell the charming chrysanthemum fragrance, looking at the golden leaves on the trees falling with the wind, can not help but remind you of the Huang Chao's "not first after the end of the chrysanthemum," the verse: wait until the autumn to the September 8, my flowers bloomed after the killing of hundreds of flowers. The fragrance of the sky through the Chang'an, the city is full of gold armor.
Autumn is not only beautiful scenery, it also contains a wealth of philosophy. Middle age is the golden period of life, in this period of time, people can indulge in flying dreams and hopes, my own ideals and goals and struggles, to meet their own glorious years. If people at this time do not go to work hard, do not go for their own hope and sowing, then it is difficult for this person to have a good harvest in their own life.
I am now at the beginning of the summer of life, the fall of life is still far away from me. But I can therefore be slack and careless, and wait for the fall of life to arrive and then go to struggle? No, I can't. I now also have to keep struggling, for their own life in the fall to lay a good foundation, play the four parts of life: celebrate the spring - open up the summer - into the fall - winter. I love the spring of flowers; I love the shade of the summer; I love the silver winter; but I love the colorful golden autumn.
Now after the mid-autumn trees can no longer be found on the fat and big cicadas, the wind mother-in-law rushed to here to rush people to put on a long coat to look up to see flocks of geese lined up in herringbone to the south to fly ......
Autumn has come. Autumn is a harvest season in the market red apples, yellow bananas, purple grapes, green oranges have everything. Fruits and vegetables all complete a refreshing fragrance. Especially the striking pomegranate that red full of particles emit a fragrance that makes people salivate.
Autumn is a season to send refreshing every morning people full of energy to go to work, go to school to breathe the fresh air and listen to the sound of the birds plus a gust of cool wind in the heart of all the worries disappeared without a trace, no wonder it is called the high and refreshing autumn!
Autumn is also a colorful season. In the park, the leaves of the ginkgo tree became golden yellow maple leaves from the light red into a hot pepper as red as the pine tree, cypress, but did not show weakness still maintains its green that never changes in the woods stand tall.
However, fall is also naughty. The cool water in the creeks sings with the excitement of the fish as it flows off into the distance. A fat, lively fish playfully splashes a circle of ripples.
Autumn flew over the fields. People's sweat runs down their cheeks. Tiredness can't stop a cozy smile. The laughter of the harvest breaks the silence of the morning and startles the geese flying south.
The golden rice paddies in the endless rice paddies are like a golden lake shimmering in the wind.
Just in the fall of the leaves in the autumn we are happy to learn, live and learn the knowledge of the nutrients nurtured tomorrow's fruitful. Painted with the color of innocence longing for the colorful dream.
Ah, I love you in the fall!
Ah, I love you in the fall!