I love the composition of the seventh grade in autumn in my hometown.

In daily study, work or life, everyone is familiar with composition, and we can gather our scattered thoughts together through composition. So how to write a general composition? The following is the composition (selected 10) of Grade 7 "Autumn, I Love My Hometown" that I carefully arranged. Welcome to read, I hope you will like it.

I love my hometown in autumn. I don't know when I started to fall in love with her quietly. She is quiet and detached, and everything unfolds in her dream. ...

The steaming heat waves are layered and stagnant; The gurgling sweat can't get rid of the bondage of midsummer. Autumn has become the greatest wish in the world.

Her face, her life, her history ... At this moment, everything seems to be getting closer and closer to the distant and silent sky. Rich Qiu Si will be permeated with this wonderful situation. The melodious and clear steps are like the tone of an old record player, making people unable to tell where they are at the moment. Autumn, so it really appeared. In the cool wind, in the fluttering rain; Mature and unassuming, calm and confident, as if it were the intersection of two pious hearts. I finally felt the attraction, such as a cup of old wine, without touching my lips, and I was already intoxicated by her fragrance.

The autumn sky in my hometown is half blue, and the blue one does not hesitate; The other half is golden and heavy, as if to turn into a long-awaited harvest. At this time, I can't tell autumn from autumn. All I can get is a feeling, a thing cannot be separated from my situation, and some wonderful words can't help but appear in my mind. This is picturesque beauty.

No wonder some people say that the autumn sky in my hometown is the house of the poet's soul.

Shh.-Listen carefully. There is sound in autumn in my hometown. When you close your eyes and completely relax your tired mind, you will hear the sound of nature. Sometimes high, sometimes low. When I was high above, I shot down and shot wildly at every corner, as if to vent God's anger and fill all the ups and downs in the world. When I was depressed, I cried, like a girl full of worries telling her past, and like a newborn swallow chirping and whispering between the beams.

Autumn wind is mysterious. She is like the wind, and only with her soul can she feel her existence. When the autumn wind is everywhere, it only permeates the whole body when there is no desire or desire.

Spring rain gives hope, while summer rain gives coolness. So, what did the autumn rain give people? Putting autumn in my heart is just a sad word. Only a touch of autumn rain can wash my heart clean.

Don't be surprised by her beauty, and don't be attached to her affection. Because, she has been here before, she has been here now, and she will leave in the future. In this way, she has been walking for a long time. ...

Autumn in my hometown, autumn wind in my hometown, autumn rain in my hometown, I really want to sigh! What a beautiful mature autumn!

I like autumn in my hometown. The autumn wind is bleak, and Jingui is fragrant. It is the beautiful autumn girl who comes slowly.

In the morning, the air is fresh, the autumn wind strikes, and a refreshing breath suddenly comes to my face. Autumn wind is not as soft as spring breeze, as hot as Xia Feng, nor as cold as winter wind. It is like a naughty little girl, sometimes with a faint coolness, sometimes jumping wildly, as if emitting the breath of youth. The dead leaves on the tree were blown down one after another. It slowly fell to the ground, making a rustling sound.

Autumn rain is the most common, it pours into the air with the autumn wind, thin, long and shining, just like a silver needle falling from the sky, and like a girl's hair, it is soft and rippling with warmth. She has all the beauty of rain. There is the warmth of spring rain, the gentleness of light rain and the passion of winter rain. Whenever autumn rain comes, I always like to meet her at the entrance of the village and feel her beauty. Autumn rain is not only soft, but also crystal clear. Some water hits the pond and eaves, causing many splashes, jingles, splashes and rustles. This picturesque autumn is accompanied by a touching song. This unique rhythm makes people forget all the troubles and worries of fashion.

The sunset, like a red-faced drunk who drank too much, fell on the other side of the country, reflecting the water and the sky red and golden. At dusk, there are wisps of smoke on the roof of every house. Feel it with your hands, it is a little warm, and there is a little warmth in the cool autumn wind. In the sky, the crimson sunset glow has reflected half the sky, the blue sky has changed into a red suit, and the beautiful sunset glow is varied. Some are like a dog, some are like a group of talking and laughing fairies in tulle, and some are like many horse-drawn carriages. ...

My favorite is the autumn night in my hometown. Because autumn night in my hometown is lively and happy. Adults like to sit at home and chat around the tree watching the moon. Some children are eating snacks and playing games, while others are chasing and laughing. Small animals in the field are also busy. Guo Guo hummed a ditty happily; Frogs croak; Crickets play the violin to accompany them, forming a unique peasant symphony.

Look, this is the autumn in my hometown, and it is also my best autumn. Can you find such beautiful scenery besides autumn?

I like autumn in my hometown. My mother likes spring in her hometown best, because she likes the green and vitality of spring in her hometown. Dad likes winter in his hometown best, because he likes snow and the smell of winter. Grandma likes summer in her hometown best, because her hometown in summer is a sea of flowers, and grandma loves flowers. And I love autumn in my hometown alone, because in my eyes, autumn in my hometown is a colorful season.

Autumn in my hometown is red. You see, there are red maple leaves all over the mountains, patches, clusters, piles, groups ... You won't let me, I won't let you, scrambling to stretch my red leaves, so striking and so brilliant. It is so comfortable to walk in the fiery forest, with a flaming maple leaf folded in my hand and a little dew shining in the sun, which can't help but remind people of sitting late in the maple forest, and the frosty leaves are redder than February flowers. This is the artistic conception in the poem.

Autumn in my hometown is golden. Looking around, there is a golden ocean everywhere: golden rice, Huang Chengcheng soybeans, corn ... swaying in the autumn wind, making a rustling sound, as if telling the farmer's uncle about the joy of harvest. The leaves flying in the wind are like yellow butterflies, reluctant to leave the mother tree's arms. This situation makes people feel a little sad.

Autumn in my hometown is colorful, and the most beautiful is the orchard in my hometown. Although autumn is getting stronger, the orchard is very lively. The newly introduced "Hanfu" apple is in the harvest season, and the low branches are covered with red fruits. Under the sunshine, the purple is bright, and the bite is sour and sweet, leaving a mouthful of fragrance. Purple, blue and red grapes on the grape shelf ... strings of grapes are naughty and hidden behind leaves waiting for you to pick them. The big autumn pear in Huang Chengcheng seems to bend its branches, just like a cute and clever baby waiting for a hug from its parents. Under the tree are all kinds of unknown flowers that are still trying to bloom in the autumn wind. They are red, white, purple and pink ... they are in full bloom in the autumn wind.

Ah! I love the autumn in my hometown, the fruitful results, the joy of harvest, the desolation of fallen leaves and the colorful colors.

I like autumn in my hometown. I prefer autumn in my hometown.

Early in the morning on weekends, I went to play in the village with my friends. As soon as you get out of the west end of the village, people will shine at the moment. Ah, a gold coin! Pieces of rice fields are arranged in a square "mouth" The endless golden rice is like a golden ocean, boundless and connected with the blue sky. A gust of autumn wind blew, and Jin Lang rose and fell, smiling, pushing and rushing into the distance. Heavy ears of rice bowed their heads shyly, as if thanking the farmer's uncle for his hard work.

We were still immersed in this wonderful rice fragrance when a small partner shouted, "Come on, let's go to the sorghum field!" " "Sorghum fields are composed of large fields, and there is a narrow path between each field. People here are usually called field ridges. From bottom to top, sorghum is like fire, red and black. When we walked into the field, we saw that the ears were red and the stems were green, which made us smell the fragrance of sorghum wine.

Unconsciously, we came to the soybean field. Soybeans are like gold, shining in the sun. Walking into the field, hey, the soybeans are ripe. Pods are yellow, bean sprouts are green, yellow, green, very beautiful. As soon as the wind blows, the pod gives a loud cry.

At the northern end of the crop field is a reed pond, which is full of reeds. Occasionally, a gust of wind blows, and reeds fly, like thin cotton and fluffy balls, fluttering and dancing, adding a little magic to the countryside.

Next to Tang Wei is the farmer's uncle's vegetable garden. The vegetable garden is more colorful. The farmer's uncle dug up sweet potatoes from the ground with a dustpan and hoe. Sweet potatoes are like little fat people, like lively children. Thick and long sweet potato vines are like a girl's hair, and they are like branches on a willow tree on the shore. All kinds of vegetables are green and yellow, some are very famous, and more can't even be named. They are the children of farmers' uncles and their "cash cows".

Walking out of the vegetable garden, there is a crab pond as far as the eye can see. The crab pond is rippling, and crabs are on the rampage in the crab pond. Autumn is coming, and the crab's feet itch. Hairy crabs are farmers' wallets!

The countryside in autumn is full of vitality, joy and hope.

I love my hometown, especially in autumn.

I like autumn in my hometown. Our hometown, though not as magnificent as the Great Wall or as beautiful as Guilin, is so charming.

Look! The rice in the field took off its green coat and put on new golden clothes. They all became heavy and bowed their heads, as if thinking about something. These rice are plump and neatly arranged, like weaving a golden dress for mother earth, and repaying her kindness in this year. Under the sunshine, the ears of these rice are shining like golden pearls. Looking down from a height, they are golden, like a pile of paved gold, which is very dazzling.

Look at the colorful orchard. Apples are like little red lanterns, covered with branches. The wild pears in Huang Chengcheng are crowded together, like a group of chubby little dolls, showing naughty smiling faces. The agate-like grapes under the grape leaves are crystal clear, as if to say, "Come and taste this delicious fruit!" " "Pomegranates have come, one by one, red through the top, and some even burst their bellies, revealing glittering grains, which is opening the" door "to welcome people to taste!

Several new members have been added to the beautiful vegetable garden. The blushing pepper girl hides shyly in the green leaves, but don't underestimate her. She has a gentle appearance. Take a bite and make sure you burst into tears. Little eggplant trees are covered with little eggplant brothers in purple robes. Uncle carrot is mature, and his red face emerges from the soil. The second brother's cucumber is green, covered with thorns, like a hedgehog, wearing a small yellow hat on his head. The "Big Mac" in the vegetable garden, Brother Winter Melon once again shows off his chubby body, just like the Hulk in the cartoon.

The garden is also particularly beautiful, with chrysanthemums in different colors: red like fire, white like snow and pink like chardonnay. . . . . . They are like avalokitesvara, so beautiful! Whenever you walk through the garden, you will smell the fragrance of chrysanthemum, which is intoxicating.

The autumn scenery in my hometown is really beautiful! When you are in it, you will find that this is not a scene, but a beautiful painting. I love my hometown, but I love my hometown in autumn more!

I like autumn in my hometown. My hometown is Yingjiang. I like autumn in my hometown.

When the maple leaves are red as fire, when the cool breeze blows into people's hearts, Miss Qiu walks towards us with light steps. Autumn in my hometown is like a magician, who can bring people into the world of dreams; Autumn in my hometown is like a designer, designing everything so beautifully; Autumn in my hometown is like a painter, melting all the beautiful scenery into this beautiful picture. When the leaves begin to fall, autumn is rational-it is not as charming as spring, so hot in summer and so cold in winter; Autumn is mature-she is not as shy as spring, so exposed in summer and so introverted in winter. Qiu Shuang is her representative, and many poets spend their pen and ink describing Qiu Shuang or autumn scenery to express their deep thoughts and lonely feelings.

I like the autumn fields in my hometown. Open mouth corn, cat's loin rice ... this is a bumper harvest. There is a clear river flowing through the field, and the sky is reflected in the clear river, which looks blue; The drifting white clouds are reflected on the river, which is more white and flawless; Birds fly in the air, fish swim in the water, insects sing and birds sing, forming a golden autumn symphony. The mountains in the distance are dim and faint, giving people a mysterious feeling. There are Woods on both sides of the river, and sometimes a few curved willow leaves swirl down, and fish swim happily around the leaves floating on the water, just like seeing off a long-distance boat.

I like the orchard in my hometown in autumn. Carambola with crooked branches, big grapefruit and pomegranate with hats ... countless fruits paint the orchard in autumn with gorgeous colors. There is a faint fruity fragrance in the autumn wind, which makes people intoxicated and linger. Grassland in autumn is also colorful, with yellow in the green and white in the yellow.

As the saying goes, "chrysanthemum is not liked in flowers." I think chrysanthemums in my hometown taste different. That chrysanthemum, like a hydrangea, is as white as blood, as pink as chardonnay, as yellow as gold and as red as a beating flame. No matter how superb a painter is, it is difficult to describe this picturesque beauty.

Autumn scenery lies not only in beautiful scenery, but also in busy harvest scenes. Huge fruit, beautifully hung on the branches, makes people like it at first sight and covet it.

Autumn, the harvest season, the golden season-as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer, as charming as winter, autumn is a hardworking world.

I like autumn in my hometown!

I like autumn in my hometown. 7 autumn, like my fair lady, slim and graceful. Autumn, like a group of wild children, jumps around; Autumn, like the singing of larks, chirps and sounds crisp and beautiful. I like the beautiful autumn in my hometown.

In autumn in my hometown, there are a group of ladies dancing, wearing beautiful yellow clothes and waving their arms. They are fairies, falling from the sky. I like fairies in autumn. There are a group of wild children with leaves. They are dancing, longing for freedom. The wind is their friend, the breeze is blowing, the earth is their friend, and they stay on the earth. The wind blows them, and the wild children are very happy. I like my hometown in autumn. In my hometown in autumn, the songs of larks spread thousands of miles, and the small leaves slowly rose. With the singing of larks dancing, I looked at the sky like a small flame, and the beautiful red was really pleasing to the eye. They are like swallows, flying around and twittering, as if exaggerating the vastness of trees and the prosperity of the earth.

Listen, the sound of fallen leaves is like a song without words. The autumn wind swept the big tree and the small leaves jumped down excitedly. Some are holding hands, some are in a circle, and some are in various positions. There is a big leaf and a small leaf, as if a person is taking pictures of others with a camera. Every leaf is covered with smiling faces, and the sun shines on them, and they smile more brightly. Like a dazzling yellow diamond, it filled the sky. The rustling of the ground can only be played by lovely yellow leaves, and the musicians in their hometown are playing with rapt attention in autumn.

I don't know when or where, but suddenly the wind stopped. Oh, another musician also came to this wonderful concert. How can there be no lark at the concert? The grand ceremony began, and the yellow leaf musicians merged with nature. The musicians shook their heads and the birds flapped their beautiful wings. The concert became more and more lively, and the ladybug came. Yellow leaf musicians are very excited!

Autumn in my hometown is so beautiful and charming! Lovely autumn, magical and rich autumn!

I love the autumn in my hometown, I love the fallen leaves in my hometown, I love the birds and ladybugs in my hometown, and I love the unique concerts in my hometown in autumn!

I like autumn in my hometown. Some people like green spring, some people like summer with flowers and birds singing, some people like snow-white winter, and I like golden autumn.

I walked on a path in the field. I bent down with laughter when I saw the golden rice. The wind and rice played a wonderful song without words. I went back to the road and came to a land covered with rice. Every plant covered with rice is like a soldier, holding a red cherry gun and protecting my motherland. After a while, Mi Bao fell, and farmers soon piled corn into a small golden hill. Gold, so dazzling, so beautiful, so spectacular from a distance. I came to the orchard again. The apple trees in the orchard are full of apples. Everyone is like a shy girl, and her face is so red. Pear also showed a golden smile like a child. Countless little red lanterns are lit on mangosteen red trees. I came to the mountain again. There are many wild vegetables and mushrooms on the mountain, which are rich in nutritional value. Eating it will strengthen your body.

The five-pointed maple on the mountain is also red, the autumn wind is blowing, and the maple leaves are flying in the air like butterflies. Another example is an autumn letter, which was sent to a distant place by Miss Qiu. Squirrels on the mountain are collecting food for winter. When it sees a hazelnut, it will be desperate to get it back. If you are eating peanuts, he will definitely look at you with expectant eyes until you give him a few. If you don't give it, it will come to grab it. There are no other climbers in its nest. On an old tree 100 meters high, it is difficult for ordinary people to climb it. If someone comes near that tree, it will jump to another tree at once. Ran away. I went down the mountain stream and came to a small river. Fish are swimming around in the water. You chase me, I chase you. Sometimes several of them get together and I don't know what they are talking about. Maybe they are talking about my unknown "animals". I really want to become a small fish and play and talk with them in the water. Anyway, there are endless things to do. Ma Qin changes a curve in the water for a while, shrinks into a ball for a while, and hides in the water for a while, ready to stick to people and have a good meal. Even death is worth it. When I got home, it was already dusk. Autumn is the sunset in my hometown, so beautiful and bright, so elegant and so happy.

My home is autumn, but no autumn makes me love my hometown more than autumn.

I like autumn in my hometown. Some people like colorful spring, some people like sunny summer, some people like snowy winter, but I like fruity autumn. Because autumn is a colorful, full of harvest and cool season.

Autumn is a colorful season. In my hometown, Zhongshan, surrounded by mountains and lush trees, the mountains in autumn are no longer a color. After an autumn frost, some trees turned golden yellow, as if all the sunshine was concentrated there; Some trees turn apricot, some trees turn red, and some trees turn purple. When the wind blows, the whole forest is dancing. Only pine trees are not afraid of autumn frost, and the needle-like leaves are still so green. There is a stream in the mountain stream. Autumn wind blows, leaves float on the water with the wind, and let the stream carry them out of the mountain like a boat. Birds are singing in the mountain stream, and the songs flow far away along the stream.

Autumn is the harvest season. A gust of autumn wind blew, golden rice bent over with laughter, Huang Chengcheng's corncob bowed its head shyly, and flaming pomegranate waved to us ... Farmers' uncles were very busy in this crisp autumn season: sweating while working, and they were talking about this bumper harvest year, which made us have a good harvest. You see, the crops in that field have just been harvested, and hardworking people have planted wheat, broad beans and so on.

Autumn is another season for me to feast my eyes on. Adults work in the fields, while we go to our owners to pick pears, peaches in the west and wild fruits in the mountains. When the fruits saw us coming, they scrambled to stick their heads out of the leaves and nodded to us with a smile. How can we let them down? Picked the fruit and ran back. When the adults are tired, they put one in their mouth. They said happily, "My baby is so filial!" "

Autumn is still a cool season. She is neither hot in summer nor cold in winter. It's really called "crisp autumn"! We can climb mountains and wading, climb cliffs and walk in the wild ... we are free and uncomfortable.

Look, it is autumn here! She is beautiful. She makes us rich, full and free. I love autumn here! I think you will also like our autumn here.

I like autumn in my hometown. I was born in a small village and spent a carefree childhood there. This is my hometown. The beauty of autumn in my hometown has made me unforgettable so far. Whenever the autumn wind is bleak, the friends run to the mountains to enjoy the beautiful scenery of nature in autumn.

We stood on the hillside, looked up and saw the blue sky. Looking around, we saw majestic mountains and clear dam water overlooking our feet. It's really eye-opening and refreshing.

The mountains in autumn are the most beautiful. The grass on the hillside has withered and yellow, as if to put a golden coat on the mountain. The red leaves are the most lush and fiery, as if they were burning. It's the icing on the cake. Beside the narrow path, golden autumn chrysanthemums in Ao Shuang are in full bloom, which adds vitality to the mountains.

The mountain is so beautiful, put on such bright autumn clothes! There are some persimmon trees on the mountainside. The original green leaves were also dyed into fire by the autumn wind, burning into the sky like handfuls of torches. Comparatively speaking, red persimmons with lanterns hanging on high branches are more attractive.

After a full meal, the friends climbed up and down the winding mountain road and cheered. That kind of joy is unparalleled, because we are in the arms of Mother Dashan!

At the foot of the mountain, there is a dam, like a gray python lying between two mountains. On one side of the dam is thick dust, and on the other side is clear water. This water is the best photographer in the world, with a panoramic view of the boundless sky and the "golden mountains" on both sides.

We ran to him and got into this landscape photo, which is a photo of Dashan's mother wearing autumn clothes. I will cherish this photo in my heart forever.

As time went on, the sun slipped to the western hills with the coming of dusk. The sky is not so clear, the blue is thicker, and the mountains look higher and more beautiful against this blue background. The water waves are dark, and the birds are home. We should go home. Form a meticulous painting of a famous artist.

Goodbye, Dashan; Goodbye, dam colchicine. We will come to see you again next autumn, and I believe you will be more beautiful than this year!

The beauty of autumn in my hometown has made me unforgettable so far. I love you, autumn in my hometown.