Looking forward, looking forward, the autumn wind is coming, the footsteps of autumn are close.
Everything looked as if it was going to sleep, slowly closing its eyes. The mountains began to bare, the water receded, and the sun lost its luster. The grass gradually withered, the garden, the field, look to a large area of a large area full of gold. Trees also began to take off the old clothes, a piece of golden leaves with the wind like a butterfly while dancing, while floating down, a moment, the earth on a golden carpet. People walking on it "click" straight sound, and crisp and pleasant to the ear.
The original scramble to open the flowers at this time also lazy down, one by one listless hanging head, slightly closed his eyes. There are also some fragile flowers after a spring and summer of labor, this time has been put into the embrace of the earth, the weak body hidden in your such as, with a smile into the sweet dreams. At this time, only those who do not fear the wind and cold flowers are still competing to open, in the autumn wind spreading a light fragrance.
"Autumn breeze", good, by the autumn wind, the weather began to cool up, a burst of refreshing autumn wind blowing across your face, like a mother's hand gently brushed. Autumn wind is also sandwiched between some fragrance, some birds have spread their wings to the south in a hurry to fly to the winter to go, frogs \ Snake at this time also busy digging holes, ready for the winter to come, will be drilled into the comfort of a long sleep, waiting for the next year, the arrival of spring. And the squirrels are like people, busy collecting winter food, stored in the hole.
It also rains a lot. Do not be annoyed. Look, like a pearl, like a broken line, like a spider's web weaving diagonally, hitting the body cool. The yellow grass and wildflowers were beaten to the waist, the road, vehicles and pedestrians in a hurry to rush, one by one as anxious. Occasionally there is no rain gear "unlucky" in the rain curtain running fast, often a flash, leaving just his hurried figure.
Autumn is the season of harvest. Fruit and rice are ripe, one by one swaying branches, as if to remind the farmers to hurry up to harvest. So, the farmers began to busy, the fields, orchards, mountains, everywhere appeared their busy figure. Just look at their faces satisfied \\\ pleasant smile, you know that this year has a good harvest. In this harvest season, students ushered in a new semester, and set higher learning goals, in order to work hard for their own bright future.
Autumn is like a magician, turning the earth into a golden color.
Autumn is like a big stage, playing a moving story.
Autumn is like an ode to joy, a song of celebration.
2. Imitate the text "Spring" to write a composition "Winter" more than 500 words,Fearfully, fearfully, the cold wind came, the footsteps of winter are close.
Everything closed its eyes in fear as if it had just hibernated. The mountains are silent, the water is shrinking, and the sun's face is yellow.
The grass fell silently to the ground, decayed and withered. In the garden, in the field, look, a small clump, a small clump full of.
Walking, stepping, stomping two feet, kicking a few shoes, race a few times to run, catch a few times hide and seek. The wind is huffing and puffing, and the grass is soft.
Yang tree, willow tree, ginkgo tree tiger open harbor satin tomatoes and other songs persuade attack slip, you ignore me, I ignore you, all withered leaves gasping for breath. High like a telephone pole, thin like a fishing rod, bent like a radish stem.
Leaves with a bitter flavor; open your eyes, the tree vaguely still hanging poplar leaves, willow leaves, ginkgo biloba. Thousands of leaves under the tree alas and sob, the size of the leaves floating around.
Leaves all over the place is: a variety of samples, named, unnamed, floating in mid-air like a butterfly like ***, but also laugh ah sing ah. "Cracked muscle bone piercing northwest wind", good, like a witch's hand caressing you, the wind with some ancient earthy breath, mixed with the smell of dead grass, and a variety of leaf fragrance, all in the slightly dry air wafting.
Magpies will nest in the bare sequoia among the trees, happy, calling his wife and son to pull his hoarse throat, singing a monotonous tune, with the cold wind and cold rain echoed. The women's dance on the square, this time also no longer *** ringing.
The rain is unusual, one is six or seven days. It can be really annoying.
Look, like ice beads, like grass seeds, like messy silk, rustling, the roof of the house is covered with a layer of thin smoke.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the world, and then you can see the world.
In the evening, the lights are on, and the yellowish light of the lamps accentuates a lonely and depressed night.
In the countryside, there are people walking with umbrellas on the roads and concrete bridges, and there are also students and teachers in the campus who are studying in the evening, wearing ponchos and riding bicycles.
Their figures are sparse, flowing in the rain. The birds in the sky gradually disappeared, and there were fewer children on the ground.
In the city and the countryside, families, old and young, also returned to the nest as if, one by one, they all hid. The students rubbed their palms together and refreshed their spirits, all doing the test papers of various subjects.
"The most bitter day is winter", the end of the year, there are busy, there are harvest. Winter is like a newborn baby, light from head to toe, it hibernates.
Winter is like the old lady, withered face, sighing and moving. Winter is like the hale and hearty old man, with an icy face and a whip that hurries us forward.
3. Write a composition describing spring 600Expecting, expecting, the cicadas are far away, and the footsteps of autumn are near.
Everything seemed to be boiling, screaming and blooming. The moon is clear, the sunset is warm, and the smoke from the roofs is dancing.
The leaves are quietly changing their color, golden or red. In the orchard, in the forest, as far as the eye can see, a large area, a large area is full of. The winds are blowing, and the leaves are rustling.
Peach trees, pear trees, persimmon trees, you do not let me, I do not let you, are full of fruit to catch up. Pink like rouge, yellow like gold, red like a lantern. The air is filled with the tantalizing aroma of fruit; close your eyes, as if your mouth is already full of fruit sweet juice. Under the trees are farmers busy harvesting, the joyful laughter to the sky. Chrysanthemums also rushed to join in the fun: open in the field, long in the garden beds, large, petite, like to rush to an autumn date, excited.
"Unraveling three autumn leaves", nice, like a big broom sweeping down the autumn leaves. The wind is full of the breath of golden wheat waves, mixed with the smell of sweat, and the fragrance of various fruits, brewed into a harvest music. The geese are ready to fly to the south for the winter, in the sky for a while lined up in the human character, for a while lined up in the word, flying over the mountains, flying over the water, so that every person ready to go home are reading and thinking. The open space in front of and behind the house is also full of golden stacks of grain.
The rain is a little cool, an autumn rain a cold. But don't be in a hurry. Listen, like wind chimes, like hitting percussion, like clapping hands, gently and quietly playing, playing a harmonious music of autumn. The leaves of the trees, however, are getting brighter and brighter yellow, and the streams are flowing with unparalleled joy. In the evening, cooking, cooking smoke curls up, spreading a good smell of tantalizing smell of rice, so that people rushing home more eager. In the city, on the railroad tracks, on the bus, there are countless people looking at the rain drowsy people, the road and walking alone, with an umbrella wearing a poncho. Their houses, scaled, silent in the rain.
There are more figures bending over in the fields, and more children running on the ridges. The outskirts of the city, families, young and old, are rushing to return home, one by one, embarked on the road home. They lead their children, bring gifts, and return to their elders to do their due filial piety.
Autumn is like the letter carrier who delivers packages, bringing the gift of harvest to everyone, it is busy.
Autumn is like a middle-aged man, mature and steady, smiling and diligent.
Autumn is like a high priest who has attained the Way, with peaceful and gentle corners of his eyes and eyebrows, taking us to savor the true meaning of life.
4. Imitate the seventh grade language book, lesson 11, "Spring" to write "Autumn" according to the "Spring" of the four pictures (Looking forward, looking forward to, the hot summer is finally over, the footsteps of autumn is close. The sky is high and the clouds are light. The fruits are ripe, the crickets are chirping, and the weather is cooler. The grass has not completely disappeared from the earth, it is still green. In the gardens, in the fields. Look, it's all over the place. The children ran, jumped, tumbled a few heels to pick up a few fallen fruit to throw each other, competing to see who throws farther, more accurate. The wind was cool and the grass was green. Laurel, maple, evergreen trees, with a pale and deep tone and each characteristic temperament, show the style, gold-like yellow, agate-like red, emerald green, like a painter carefully painted scroll. Birds are busy migrating, ants are collecting winter rations. Daisies, bunches of red, petunia, a glance all over the: orange, purple and red, fighting for color, laid in the flower beds, like a carpet, but also welcome the autumn wind smile it! "Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turned into spring mud more protective flowers!" Yes, it will turn into spring mud to nourish the earth, not attached to the branches of the prosperity. Autumn rain falls on red and yellow leaves and colorful leaves mixed with green and yellow. Luxurious maple leaves, delicate evergreen leaves, ordinary sycamore leaves ...... they become more colorful under the baptism of autumn rain. The fruits on the trees are gradually ripening, and the farmers in the fields are getting busier. City and countryside, workers and students, children and the elderly, one by one, all out to enjoy the beauty of the relaxation of the mood, enjoy watching the autumn colors, collect collect specimens, each do their own a thing to go. "One work, one harvest", hard work, in return for the harvest, full of joy. Autumn is like the god of color, making the colors of plants gradually become more intense. Autumn is like the god of harvest, bringing fruitfulness to people. Autumn is like the god of joy, bringing people the joy of harvest. If you are satisfied, please adopt it promptly!
5. Write a text modeled after Zhu Ziqing's SpringLooking forward, looking forward, the hot summer is finally over, and the footsteps of autumn are close.
Everything is in autumn, the sky is high, the clouds are light. The fruits are ripe, the crickets are chirping, and the weather is cooler.
The grass has not completely disappeared from the earth and is still green. In the garden, in the fields.
Look, a piece of full. The children ran, jumped, turned a few heels to pick up a few fallen fruit to throw each other, competing who throw farther, more accurate.
The wind is cool and the grass is green. Laurel, maple, evergreen trees, with the pale and deep tone and each characteristic temperament, show the style, gold-like yellow, onyx-like red, emerald green, like a painter carefully painted scrolls.
Birds are busy for migration, ants are collecting winter rations. Daisies, bunches of red, petunia, a glance all over the yes: orange, purple and red, fighting for color, laid in the flower bed, like a carpet, but also meet the autumn wind smile it! "Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turned into spring mud more protective flowers!" Not bad, it will turn into spring mud nourishing the earth, not attached to the branches of the prosperity.
Autumn rain falls on red and yellow leaves and colored leaves mixed with green and yellow. Luxurious maple leaves, delicate evergreen leaves, ordinary sycamore leaves ...... they become more colorful under the baptism of autumn rain.
The fruits on the trees are gradually ripening, and the fields are busier with fruit farmers. City and countryside, workers and students, children and the elderly, one by one, they all come out to enjoy the beauty of the scenery, relax and unwind, watch and enjoy the autumn colors, collect and collect specimens, each doing their own a thing to go.
"A plow, a harvest", hard work, in return for harvest, full of joy. Autumn is like the God of colors, making the plants gradually become more colorful.
Autumn is like the God of harvest, bringing fruitfulness to people. Autumn is like the god of joy, bringing people the joy of harvest.
The footsteps of spring (imitation of Zhu Ziqing's Spring) In a world shrouded in winter, we look forward to the arrival of spring. Spring has come.
Unexpectedly found that the buds of the mulberry tree by the roadside stood up a little belly, the long-lost swallows began to fly, and the wheat in the terraces on the mountain was green and deeper. Everything is like a sleeper, as if, gladly opened his eyes.
Xiangbi Mountain Langrun up, the name of the river, Longxi water rose up, the sky's face is also red. At night, I seem to hear the footsteps of whoever is hurrying past the window, with hope, with determination, with a kind of expectant chill.
During the day, the search for spring. The grass quietly pokes its head out of the earth, stretches out, and glances in all directions.
The grass was shy and lowered his head, the crystal dew glistening, his mischievous eyes. Winter has not yet completely passed, the grass in the wind shook his body, shivering; a few days later, tender, tender yellow, light green, green, green, like jade climbed all over the ditches, roadsides, streams, in front of the house.
So spring boldly smiled at us. Green hung on the branches, green sprinkled with the footprints of our walk; green waterfalls seemed to flow, as if laughing, dragged down from the mountains, draped down.
In a dozen days or so, the grass came to us in a blanket: all over the hills, green was flowing. From the high Wangchuan mountain drag draped down the green, quietly basking in the sun.
On both sides of the name river, a large expanse of green, is spitting the carpet of grass. The rows of trees on the hill behind the school are green swords, pointing to the sky.
It can really be said: the spring breeze and green wife river bank. The wind is gentle and the grass is soft.
The peach tree behind our house, the pink petals keep blooming, one after another. The flowers are squeezing each other, and they are making a lot of noise, like they are in a hurry to get there.
Spring with pink peach blossoms to moisturize the sky, dots and dashes plastered all over the sky. Who's yard apricot blossom, pear blossom is also full of, peach blossom like fire, apricot blossom like Xia, pear blossom like snow, let a person dazzled, forget to come back.
The clouds in the sky are light, the fragrance of the flowers is clear, attracting bees and butterflies, chasing and dancing in the flowers. When the breeze blows, the pink peach blossoms float down, fluttering and scattering everywhere.
Butterflies and flowers, who can't tell who is who: the fluttering butterflies are the peach blossoms and pear blossoms that fall, and the peach blossoms and pear blossoms that fall are the butterflies that flutter. Wildflowers are all over the place, starry, like peach blossoms, apricot blossoms and pear blossoms scattered in the grass.
The spring breeze intoxicates people. Monk Zhinan said: blowing face does not chill the willow wind.
I say: the wind blows the flowers down and the spring is intoxicating. The breeze blew, the small trees shook their heads, the grass bent over, and the stream kept laughing.
The wind sends the breath of the soil, the deliciousness of the grass, and the fragrance of the flowers. The soft sun and wind caressed you with their hands, hugged you and kissed you.
You were so happy that you called the birds to sing for you. The kingfisher sound brittle, in the breeze, green trees, flowing water between the ripples.
There were swallows through the forest, hovering in the sky. As the sun sets over the green hills, there are shepherd boys playing piccolos horizontally.
So the smoke curls up, the night falls, leisure people play light music, and the fragrance of flowers, brewing in the slightly moist air. The spring rain flies in your unconscious.
That fine as misty rain, quietly floating between heaven and earth, in the fine leaves like a layer of milk, like a veil. After the rain moistened leaves, green to force people's eyes; breeze, flowers and leaves suddenly hidden; ethereal, people seem to be in the court of heaven.
Later, the rain was big, like cattle hair, densely woven diagonally; rain like an embroidery needle, the distant mountains and place name river is the heavenly maiden with her beautiful hand embroidery exquisite landscape painting. The rain is like an embroidery needle, the distant mountains and the river are the beautiful landscape embroidered by the hand of the heavenly maiden.
Only the white bright raindrops scattered down, in the leaf surface convergence into small droplets. The leaves tremble slightly as the small droplets silently slide down the leaves.
Rain feet on the river, like a shallow laugh, can not be counted. At this time, the night is low, the distant mountains on the paste a little two points of light, like a two golden chrysanthemums; if you take the car across the Tsumago River Bridge, the chrysanthemums become fluttering golden butterflies.
Standing at the river pavilion of Fule Temple, the bridge of Xiangshan, the water of Longxi, and the green fields on both sides of the Wife River are immersed in happiness and tranquility. Clothes single Zhuoyao girl, like moving flowers, like a line of poetry; hold an umbrella slowly walking pedestrians, the late return of the straw raincoat farmers, and nesting birds, constituting the most beautiful rhythm of spring.
Fine and sparse rain, fine and sparse houses, the long river, rolling hills, silent in the rain. Spring is coming.
In the daytime, the hills rise a few kites, like a large butterfly; like a fish swimming in the white clouds, and like a leaf resting on a branchless tree. The flat, the lawn, young and old, would be full of people in a moment.
Less chasing.
6. First Book of the First Year, Lesson 11, "Spring" Zhu Ziqing In the text of the spring rain map Spring breeze map imitation of a spring mountain mapThe mountains in the spring are the most eye-catching, see, the sparse mountains in the fresh air silence, ten thousand flowers compete, the mountains of grass and trees look extraordinarily vibrant, like a Chinese ink painting, full of ink flavor, poetic.
Early in the morning, the most unusual is the chirping of birds, then with the river running water, this spring mountain wonderful like a fairyland.
Midday, the sun is not as hot as in summer, with warm humidity, the flowers on the grass, with or without a name, in the warm sunshine, become extraordinarily vibrant, extraordinarily popular.
At night, everything is quiet again, from time to time a few chirps seem to be particularly loud and clear, in the dark, the mountain stands silently, it is waiting for the dawn.
7. According to the text "Spring", imitation writing an article about autumnWhen the first falling leaves of autumn fall announced the opening of autumn, I can not wait to run to the autumn countryside, looking out on the beautiful autumn scenery!
Stubborn dog -
Just stepped into the countryside, a fresh air came to my nose, with the loud barking to the valley, a few barks came from the distance, as if in harmony with me. I leisurely walk on the dirt road, eating fragrant chicken claws, perhaps the aroma attracted a stubborn dog, it walked with me, I pity to throw it a piece of meat, but it is not satisfied, continue to chase me. Autumn, is stubborn, is not retreat, the south flying geese have their own direction, in order to survive, rather stubborn!
Xiao Xiao mist -
Autumn is foggy, early morning fog hazy, not so much so that people can not see, and there is a feeling of floating, can not help but make many writers and scholars exclaimed: dense up the gully, the remote descent turns Pingchuan. At first seems to contain a dragon sword, but also suspected of reflecting the mirage. Whisking the forest with the rain dense, degree path with smoke floating. Fang Xie Gong Chao step, the end of the tour from the Yan auxiliary. The fog in the fall is personalized!
Red sun in the mountains --
Climbed to the top of the mountains, looking toward the east, half a round of red sun reveals a red face, the red light, bright eye-piercing, bright hot, it seems to be more than the blood is also red, more than the pure red pigment is also eye-catching to make people tremble. The surrounding haze was rendered by the red light, vaguely through the point of orange, time gradually passed, the red light slowly faded down, the sun slowly rose, like a red shawl covering it, like the son of heaven by my admiration, I was shocked by the scenery in front of me!
Autumn is here, I picked up the unique joys of autumn in the countryside