Selected compositions imitating autumn nostalgia

Winter is coming, and autumn is far behind. Everything is a feeling that I have just experienced, and I am always reluctant to forget it. How to write an autumn nostalgia composition? Below, the editor brings you a selection of compositions imitating autumn nostalgia. I hope you will like it.

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#Imitate the best selections of autumn nostalgia essays 1#

It’s autumn again, and the chrysanthemums are in full bloom again, and my sister and I are there again, but one of us is missing. In that autumn when I was a child, my sister and I were often taken to enjoy the chrysanthemums by my grandfather. Chrysanthemums. Grandpa loves chrysanthemums very much. In his eyes, chrysanthemums withering are the greatest regret. Chrysanthemums are elegant and beautiful, with colorful colors such as red with a hint of yellow, and pink with a hint of white. Grandpa loves it so much.

Grandpa never goes to see chrysanthemums by himself. He always takes us with him. My sister can go, but I have my studies to do, but grandpa begs me like a child. , makes me laugh and cry! Even so, I found that my grandpa’s legs are not as strong as before! But now his legs are weak when he walks. We went to see the chrysanthemums again, but he was such a stubborn character that we couldn't defeat him.

Finally, grandpa realized that his legs and feet were inconvenient. We persuaded him to go to the hospital, but he thought it was just a lack of strength. It was just for exercise, but we insisted on seeing the chrysanthemum more often. We were helpless, so we took him directly to the hospital. After a checkup, it was found that an iron plate was placed in Grandpa's leg bone to make it easier for him to walk. I was not allowed to get out of bed for a few months. I might not go out much in the future. My grandfather objected when he heard that he was not allowed to get out of bed, because he firmly believed that tomorrow was the most beautiful day for the chrysanthemums to bloom. It turned out that grandpa did not go to the hospital just to wait for this day. Ah! We struggled all night. If we let grandpa go, the side effects on his legs might be worse. If he didn't, he would get angry and throw things, so we didn't even have to sleep! It was the best idea for my sister and me to go see the chrysanthemums and take some photos to show to my grandpa.

After we took the photos, he kept sighing after looking at them for a long time. He was thinking that he could not see the most beautiful day of chrysanthemums with his own eyes

It is another autumn, and it is another year when chrysanthemums are in full bloom; the yellow chrysanthemums are elegant, the white flowers are noble, and the deep purple flowers are the color of me and me. The figure of my sister, but one person is missing, that person can no longer get out of bed to love chrysanthemums.

#imitate autumn's nostalgia composition selection 2#

Standing in the cool autumn breeze, I can't help but miss that autumn afternoon.

The autumn sunshine has a lazy atmosphere, like a cat walking leisurely on the floor of a building. I was wandering around, participating in an activity to care for blind children for the first time, and I couldn't help but feel uneasy.

A string of silvery laughter echoed at the door of the classroom, and a few naughty and cute children opened the door. After hearing the sound, I was surrounded by pieces of golden leaves, with smiles on their innocent and cute little faces, but their eyes were a little different. They seemed to be trying their best to open their eyes wide, with black eyeballs turned upward and white ones. The bottom of the eyes became the main color of the eyes, like falling autumn leaves, confused and helpless. Just when I was stunned, the children pulled my clothes and my sleeves and helped me into the classroom. They sat around me, and I gave each of the children a small gift. They touched it carefully, and then there were a lot of voices: "It's wrapped in plastic, hard, and has a sweet fragrance." "The children shouted excitedly: "Chocolate!" I held the children's little hands with my hands and tried to take back the chocolates in their hands. "Sister, can you help you unpack it?" The children clenched their fists in unison, Shaking his head vigorously. Afraid that the children would misunderstand, I patiently explained: "Sister, help you open the package. Sister doesn't want it." "Don't open it, don't open it, leave it to mom." At this time, I couldn't help but have red eyes. The fallen leaves outside the window dance with the wind, and the yellow color seems to shine golden in the sunlight.

Children are independent and generous, optimistic and enthusiastic, strong and sensible. Their world is not dark, they are the fruits of the autumn harvest, beautiful and warm.

There is no light in the world of blind children, but those who have a broad mind, a firm heart, an optimistic attitude, and hope for life will eventually have a gorgeous autumn scene in their hearts, which must be unique and full of hope.

The children chased and played on the fallen leaves, and the laughter resounded through the sky. They caressed the roughness of the tree trunks, sniffed the smell of the earth, and felt this beautiful autumn with their hearts. This has become my eternal memory of autumn. .

#imitating autumn’s nostalgia composition selected selections 3#

I can’t forget the autumn of that year, let alone the Hudson River in the autumn, it opened my eyes The narrow ventricle turns the ventricle into a vast lake.

I remember that bleak autumn, I came to New York with my school to participate in the "Model United Nations" event. On the day after the meeting, it should have been a happy day, but when everyone was celebrating, I was I couldn't be happy no matter what: the broken mobile phone, the stench left by the hotel forgetting to clean the room, using the wrong words when speaking in front of countless people, the embarrassing and poor performance at the meeting... I felt extremely wronged and confused. Lonely. Sitting on the bus, looking at the sad autumn scenery, I felt increasingly uncomfortable. "In front of dozens of people from different countries," I muttered to myself, "How could you perform so poorly? It's so embarrassing. You were so well prepared, but why didn't you say even a single word when you spoke? What's wrong? It's okay now. My phone is broken and I have lost such a big face. Oh, I shouldn't have come in the first place..." Looking at the falling leaves outside the window, I felt that my heart was about to break, and tears were pouring down my face. My eyes rolled back and forth, and I looked around desperately to stop the tears from flowing out, but after seeing through the car window a desolate small lake with "rough waves" blown by the autumn wind, tears rushed out of my eyes, and I My vision was blurred. I don’t know how long I cried. I just felt countless leaves falling from my side, which was infinitely desolate.

"Classmates, get off the bus, we are at the Hudson River!" Under the teacher's shout, I returned to reality and got off the bus. The moment I saw the Hudson River, my heart moved, and all my troubles seemed to disappear: the Hudson River is so wide, so beautiful, and still so determined on such a sad autumn day, no matter the autumn wind Whistling away, it still flows forward slowly. From a distance, it looks peaceful, quiet, and thought-provoking. I was surprised to think of the "rough" look of the small river I saw on the bus, which now seemed so small in front of the calmness of the Hudson River. Yes, the grass along the Hudson River is turning yellow, but it shows a unique vitality. They are fighting for the autumn wind to dye them golden. Yes, you cannot just be sad about your situation, but you must fight to change it; the narrower the lake, the more it will roll, but the really big river is always calm. I seemed to see myself in the reflection of the Hudson River, because it was so narrow and tiny that it kept rolling when the slightest breeze blew. I was relieved, the beauty of autumn enriched me, the autumn wind seemed to be playing a joke on me, pushing me, I ran, in this beautiful autumn, running towards the unknown distance.

The process of life is to reconcile with oneself. In this beautiful autumn, I understand the importance of mind. I hope our hearts are as calm and peaceful as the Hudson River in this autumn.

#Imitate Autumn's Nostalgia Composition Selected Selections 4#

Like autumn leaves, red, half-red, and yellow-green, swaying in the wind, rhyming with the beauty of nature beautiful.

Leaf veins are the palm prints of a certain period of time, from which the story of the four seasons can be clearly glimpsed. The Blade is a small boat, beached in a sea-like sky on sunny and cloudy days. The flying leaves are the joke of the autumn wind. The wind only wants to see its own moving shadow. The fallen leaves kissing the soil are like scattered pieces of paper, hiding secrets that cannot be pieced together.

This spring, I picked up a small immature leaf among the new leaves and stuck it in a dictionary. It is squeezed into a small space, and now has the fragility and silence consistent with autumn. I killed its soul in its budding season, but left its body in the shadow of immortality. The green faded away, leaving it with an authentic dark brown, smiling at me unchanged. It does not remain spring, but it happens to have the appearance of autumn. I smiled proudly at my original move: "The whole autumn is in the dictionary, more complete and eternal than any autumn leaf!"

The clouds outside the window stopped at a certain frame.

Facing the sun, I held the petiole and turned it gently. However, I did not see the traces of the four seasons in the folds. It was just a surviving life form that had not experienced the vicissitudes of wind and rain, had not moved, and had not been close to its roots. . When it was half grown, I hid it in a corner and couldn't smell the smell of autumn. It's like a baby languishing in the adjusted temperature, breathing weakly. I'm ashamed of myself for being so smart. I thought a leaf could represent a season. I finally know that a season cannot stay in a small space forever, no matter spring or autumn. Those who save time are just creating a tragedy of desperate rescue. So I crushed the thin shells and I saw them dancing in the sunlight as if God's hand was caressing them.

The last few irrelevant words: I always remember a child named "Chang Xingfu" said: "The sunflower always faces the sun, but underneath the sunflower is full of sunlight. It never points downwards. Look, look at how much sunlight has accumulated under our feet. The flowers grown by the sun are destroyed by the sun. We are a group of children living under the sun. We are satisfied with this small and warm world. "Everything goes around. Stop it. Fortunately, we still have plenty of time. Don’t think about how many fairy tales are buried by fallen leaves; don’t think about how many years have passed; don’t think about how tiring the road ahead will be; don’t think about how sharp the thorns on your feet are.

If you are stuck on one detail for too long, try to catch up and never look back.

#imitating autumn's nostalgia composition selected selections 5#

Autumn, when I mention the word Qiu, it is like a breeze blowing. Qiu, a shy little girl, she Come quietly, go quietly again. Autumn comes with the sound of falling leaves, and the morning is as fresh as dewdrops. The sky emits a soft light, clear and ethereal, which makes people want to hear the song of a skylark flying high, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking of seeing a piece of white sail. The setting sun is the wings of time. When it flies, it spreads out brilliantly for a moment.

Then the sunset arrived. The earth put on a golden sweater, withered yellow leaves and bright maple leaves falling down, like a few colorful butterflies flying in the air. Although the frost is coming, Grandpa Qingsong is still wearing a green robe, which makes him look even greener. In the garden, the chrysanthemums are blooming, red as fire, pink as clouds, and white as snow. They are so beautiful. All the leaves on the persimmon trees have fallen, but the yellow persimmons are still hanging on the fingers, like large and small orange lanterns, and the red crabapples are bending the branches.

Autumn is not as colorful and fragrant as spring; it is not like there are so many little creatures singing in summer; it is not as enchanting and crystal clear as winter. However, it is the most beautiful in my heart. Although autumn is not as beautiful as spring, it has one color that is unique in the world - red. Maple leaves only blush when they encounter autumn. Looking from a distance, they are as red as the morning glow, dyeing the mountains red. The wind blows, and the maple leaves float down like red snow.

Form a unique scenery. Although there are not as many cicadas chirping in autumn as there are in summer, the landscape of fallen leaves in autumn is much more beautiful than them. When the wind blows, the leaves fall with the wind, and they make sounds from time to time, as if telling everyone loudly: "Who said there are no butterflies in autumn? I am not? Although autumn does not have white clothes like winter, it has Orange clothes are also good! The light orange color is more drinkable than the pure white color. Although the games in autumn are not as good as the children's snowball fights in winter, sitting down and quietly collecting fallen leaves is quite special. Is it interesting? There are many unique features in autumn. When the leaves fall, they seem to rush to the barber shop. Some people may ask: "Why do they go to the barber shop?" Of course they go to get their hair dyed. Be fashionable! In autumn, the osmanthus flowers on the osmanthus trees are in bloom, allowing people from far away to smell the intoxicating fragrance. In autumn, it will make the farmer uncles very happy because of the food they have worked so hard to grow. , fruits, etc., are all harvested.

Wow, my mouth is watering when I think of my favorite green oranges. Autumn is a different kind of season. The leaves in the yard and mine are falling. There is a thick pile of longings, but the full rice makes the wonderful world in my heart even happier.

#imitating autumn nostalgia composition selection 6#

"Since ancient times, autumn has been a sad and lonely time. I say that autumn is better than spring. "If you ask me what my favorite season is? I will tell you without hesitation that my favorite season is the autumn when the clouds are clear, the wind is gentle, and the osmanthus is fragrant.

Autumn is dignified and generous, revealing the beauty of maturity!

Look, Miss Autumn came to the world with colorful paints. She threw paint in the park. The colorful chrysanthemums are blooming one after another, competing for beauty. The white ones are like snow, the yellow ones are like gold, and the pink ones are like clouds on the horizon. There are clusters and groups with various postures, some are like peacocks in full bloom; some are like a waterfall pouring down; and some are like exquisite pom-poms, which dazzled me and overwhelmed me. The autumn wind blew by, bringing waves of light fragrance, which was refreshing. In autumn, the grass on the ground is a little withered and yellow. But there are crystal clear dewdrops on Xiaocao's head, which shine under the refraction of the sun, like shining diamonds.

The orchard is full of fragrance and lively. The branches are covered with heavy fruits. The golden oranges hang on the branches, like small golden lanterns; the bunches of purple grapes, like pearls, exude a sweet fruity fragrance. The plump grapefruits were wearing thick cotton clothes and swaying in the wind, as if they were on a swing! The round persimmons also blushed with smiles... The leaves rustled in the wind, as if they were telling the joy of harvest. Feeling.

Autumn is here, and the big trees in the woods have also put on colorful new clothes. The autumn wind blows by, and the leaves are flying and drifting in the air. The golden ginkgo leaves are like small fans, and the fiery red maple leaves are like the tails of goldfish, dancing like beautiful butterflies. They cover the earth with a colorful thick carpet. When people walk through this forest, the rustling sound is like a beautiful hymn in autumn!

The rice in the fields is ripe, and it looks like a good harvest. scene. The endless rice fields seem to be sprinkled with a layer of golden gold, like a golden ocean. Sorghum blushed, and Dagu bent over with a smile. The hard-working farmer uncle harvests the fruits of his labor with great joy. From time to time, there are sounds of frogs in the fields, as if they are singing for the farmer's uncle's harvest.

The peppers in the vegetable field are as red as fire, which is very festive! The radishes are like wearing a green sun hat with their lush leaves. They squat in the vegetable field with only half of their bodies exposed, as if Playing hide and seek. The edamame beans are like pregnant mothers, so full that they are about to burst. The eye-catching big pumpkin is plump, like big golden wheels driving towards a better tomorrow.

Ah, autumn is such a different season, I love autumn.

#imitating autumn's nostalgia composition selected selections 7#

When I was a child, the happiest thing for me was walking with my great-grandmother. She hobbled behind, and I jumped in front. Under the afterglow of the evening, our shadows were stretched so long.

Autumn is in full swing, and my great-grandmother always loves to take my little hand and go for a walk in the fields. Fragments of sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves on our grandfather and grandson, casting long and short shadows on the ground. "Look at the bird!" I shouted excitedly, my voice childish, and my hands moved in the direction of the bird flying away. "Those are wild geese. They will fly south to spend the winter. When spring comes, they will come back." Great-grandmother said softly. "Oh, oh." I blinked and nodded in understanding. "Okay, let's keep moving forward." My great-grandmother saw that my eyes were following the wild geese and refused to move away, so she urged with a slight smile. I jumped all the way, and my great-grandmother walked behind with a smile. The wild chrysanthemums in the fields also bloom at the right time, with a cluster here and a cluster there, standing proudly under the autumn sun. The grass next to the flowers sets off the flowers. They are tightly dependent on each other, just like my great-grandmother and I.

I turned a corner and came to a hillside. I smelled the fragrance of oranges, and the yellow oranges came into view. I quietly sneaked into the orange grove and picked an orange silently. The plump and juicy orange flesh seemed to burst out of the orange peel. I broke open the orange peel, exposed the orange flesh, took a bite, and the orange juice filled my mouth. "Ah, so sweet!" I couldn't help but pick a few more. My great-grandmother stood behind me, with a smile on her lips and narrowed eyes, looking at me with extra kindness.

I was enjoying my meal when my great-grandmother tapped the back of my head with one finger. I pursed my lips in dissatisfaction, frowned, and turned to glare at my great-grandmother. My great-grandmother was amused by my funny look. She leaned down, pinched my cheek with her grooved hands, and said softly: "Hey, don't be angry, look at this little mouth. You can hang a bottle of oil on it."

I immediately lost my temper, put the freshly chopped orange into my great-grandmother's mouth, and asked, "Is it sweet?" Great-grandmother chewed carefully: "Well, it's so sweet!" "Great-grandmother smiled, as innocently as a child. Her eyes were bent into crescents, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes stretched out. She grinned, revealing the few remaining teeth. The silver threads on her head were shining in the sunset. The sound below is particularly dazzling.

The sound of time passing by is like the sound of a bird spreading its wings, fast and traceless; the carefree days of childhood are like people walking barefoot on the beach, with the tide flowing over their hands. After the feet receded, there was no trace.

In a blink of an eye, it was autumn again, and I had already grown up and lost my tenderness. My great-grandmother also left us forever, taking away my thoughts.

Autumn is here again, and I am one year older. I am traveling far away with the fantasy of my childhood and the longing for my great-grandmother.

#imitating the essence of autumn nostalgia. Selected Chapter 8#

Autumn is the season of harvest, but also the season of nostalgia. The autumn wind blows again, blowing my childhood memories, and also blowing my deep love for my grandma.

Sitting on the straw pile next to the farmland, I recalled the scene of working in the fields with my grandma when I was a child. I sat next to the straw pile at sunset, and my grandma was bent over in the field. Working, the rickety figure glowed infinitely against the sun. At that time, my grandma had not left me yet, but now, this scene can only remain in my memory.

In the past. , I always go to my grandma’s house every autumn, because I can enjoy the joy of harvest and feel my grandma’s deep concern and meticulous love for me. Later, I went to school in the city and couldn’t go back often. But now, even if I go back. I can no longer see my grandma working.

I remember that it was also autumn, and I went to my grandma’s house to spend the autumn as usual. The farmland at home had become golden, and the autumn wind blew. It turned into a golden sea. At this time, grandma would rush to harvest the rice and be very busy every day. We all told her to stop farming and live in the city with us, but grandma always smiled and shook her head. He shook his head and said, “You can feel at ease only when you eat what you grew with your own hands. "Sometimes grandma would ask me to help, but I always wanted to be lazy. Grandma did not blame me, but would still teach me patiently. Teach me how to hold the sickle, how to bend down, and how to cut the rice bit by bit. . Grandma doesn’t have much education, but she is an “expert” in farming and will carefully study every crop she grows.

Grandma’s autumn was colder than previous autumns. Seeing me falling asleep under the tree, she was afraid that I would catch a cold, so she brought me a thick coat. I was always very stubborn and refused to wear it, but grandma would hold me in her arms and be gentle to me. Said: “It’s getting cold, so wear more clothes, otherwise you’ll catch a cold. "Although the weather is slightly cool, my grandma's words made me feel full of warmth.

At this moment, autumn has arrived again, and the autumn wind and autumn rain are still as usual, bringing a little bit of coldness. But the grandma who brought me warmth will remain in my memory forever.

#imitate autumn nostalgia essay selection 9#

Falling leaves, The fragrance of the flower branches fills the air, the cold wind blows gently at the tip of the heart, and the warmth of the sun outlines the nostalgia of autumn.

The remaining leaves on the branches on the street tremble slightly in the wind. Inadvertently, Another leaf slipped quietly, and some of the dense floral fragrance of summer remained, floating in the vast dust of autumn. I know that autumn, like me, misses the sunshine of summer.

The nostalgia of autumn is fixed in the warm sunshine. , it misses the first sunshine, which has no luster, is white and transparent, and is as dim as the cold sun in the early morning of autumn. It allows it to find the familiarity of the same temperature as itself. Gradually, autumn begins to accept the increasingly hot sunshine. But he kept himself outside the door from a distance. Slowly, he melted into the breath of summer. Even if he couldn't enjoy the sunshine from a distance, for autumn, this ray of sunshine was enough to warm the autumn. It's cold. Just when autumn wants to open its arms and cover the sunshine, summer ruthlessly takes away the sunshine. Those strands of sunshine are gradually shrouded in darkness, passing by and turning into the nostalgia of another autumn season.

Along the path, I wandered alone under the withered trees, hunkering down, letting the autumn cry wantonly. The fallen leaves soaked my heart layer by layer. In an instant, my heart had already been frozen into jade, and another cold wind hit me. It penetrated my shoulders. The woods were extremely lonely. The biting wind stirred up the gravel and dust, and rushed toward me step by step. The gravel fascinated my eyes. I squatted under an old tree, shaking myself, and turned red. Eye sockets, after all, is autumn ruthless, replacing the warmth of the sun with the fighting of sand and gravel?

Looking up, I saw the fallen leaves splashing like rain, but without a few traces of cold wind. The sunlight traveled through the distance of the years and surrounded the entire forest with misty leaves, nourishing the autumn that has been cold for a long time. No longer isolated from the world, the fallen leaves of autumn solidify in an instant, because autumn has gradually faded away.

The cold wind quietly listens to the sadness of course, and the leaves turn yellow and fall again and again, but the warm sunshine never disappears and becomes the nostalgia of autumn in my memory.

#imitating autumn’s nostalgia essay selection 10#

Autumn may be just a normal season for others, but for me, it is different meaning, because that was the season when she and I first met.

On a crisp autumn morning, I was walking on the path to the maple forest. The leaves of the ginkgo trees on the roadside are shining golden. I picked up a piece and looked it up to the sun. The goose-yellow ginkgo leaves were golden, which stirred my heartstrings and made me speed up my steps towards the maple forest. So beautiful! The blood-red maple leaves fell from the branches like dancers performing an elegant ballet, falling on my hair and clothes, dressing me up as a princess of flowers.

At this time, a soft sound of footsteps caught my attention. It was a girl! She is very beautiful, with round and big eyes and a bright smile. I like her very much. After chatting for a while, I found out that her name was "Huai" and we soon became good friends. We picked up the maple leaves on the ground together, each of us picked up a lot, and held it in our hands like a bunch of bright red roses, more like a lit torch. Maple leaves are so beautiful that we put them in books as bookmarks; some are used as decorations and hung on the eaves of the White Rabbit House; and some are used as "petals" and scattered into the sky. This is called Tiannu Scatter. flower. We ran and laughed on the land strewn with red leaves, like two flying birds flying through the red maple forest.

Night fell quietly. We set up a Kongming lantern in the maple forest to express our wishes. Then we lay together on the thick maple leaves and watched the Kongming lantern slowly fly up into the distance. The night sky was finally swallowed up by the night. I asked Huai, will you leave me? She said: "No". I slowly closed my eyes, the cool air making me feel refreshed. And the simple promise of "Huai" seemed to turn into a glass of intoxicating wine, moistening my sweet smiling face.

As spring passes and autumn comes again, the maple leaves turn red again and the ginkgo leaves turn golden. But, my friend, where are you? Do you still remember our vows?

#imitating autumn's nostalgia composition selected selections 11#

Raising his head and looking out the window, showers of rain fell from the sky, fluttering in the wind, like filaments. ; Like a silver needle; like a feather, it is so thin, so white, so light. Looking at this intoxicating scene, I think of many years ago:

It was also raining the same way. Rainy autumn. I walked out of my house and saw that the streets had become different. There were no cars parked everywhere. Instead, they were filled with trees with unknown names in bloom, and some maple leaves that had turned red. I was in these beautiful scenery. I stopped for a while and then walked to school. When I walked to school, I saw that many people's clothes had become thicker. I walked towards a classmate and asked him: "Do you know why they wear such thick clothes?" He pointed. Sky, said: "Because it will rain heavily soon." I don't know how to get home. I looked at him in surprise because I didn't bring an umbrella and I was wearing very little clothing.

During class, I kept looking out the window, listening to the teacher absently, thinking: "If it rains, will my mother give me an umbrella? If not, then I can't risk it myself." The wind and rain have returned home. The sky is cloudy at this time, but it hasn't rained yet.

School was over, and I rushed out of the school gate with my classmates. But just then it started to rain lightly, so I sped up and ran towards the station. Finally, I stopped at a pink shop and looked at The road outside had turned into a river. I lowered my head and looked at my wet shoes and the dark clouds in the sky. I finally swallowed back what I wanted to say. Then I walked into the noodle shop and ordered a bowl of noodle. I slowly I was eating on the ground and looking out at the street. I saw a young woman looking for something. Suddenly she saw me and walked towards me. It turned out that she was my mother. She took out an umbrella from her bag and handed it to me. , I followed her home, she only said a few words on the way, but I felt her love for me.

When I got home, I saw her taking off her soaked coat, and my eyes were moist.

The autumn rain outside made me think a lot and I will never forget it for a long time.

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