Walking through the composition on the first day of autumn

In life, work and study, when it comes to composition, everyone is certainly familiar with it. With the help of composition, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and transmit knowledge and information. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is my composition (selected 10), I hope it will help you.

Autumn is gentle and full of infinite love. She generously gives gifts to people, giving them endless hope!

Love in autumn is in the field. Look! In that golden field, there is a mature smell brewing, and the harvest fruit is the biggest gift for those hardworking people in autumn. People like the golden color in autumn, just as they like the hope brought by spring primroses. The bright colors in the field set off the farmers' bright smiling faces. They smiled so sweetly as if they had eaten honey. Standing on this field, I seem to have been infected with that golden color.

Autumn love is in the blue sky. Looking up, the blue and clear sky is like a bay of sea water, and clouds are floating around, like a boat crossing the sea, so light and playful. Looking at it, I think it's not that I'm looking at the blue sky, but that the blue sky should hug me like a mother. Close your eyes and feel blue all around, so gentle and comfortable. Gradually, I was intoxicated in this warm embrace. ...

Love in autumn is in full bloom. Chrysanthemum is in full bloom in front of us. It is not as beautiful and luxurious as peony, nor as romantic and fragrant as rose, but it has dignity that none of them have. When you look at chrysanthemums, you may think of "arrogance", but this is its unique temperament and its confidence that "I will stay in Qiu Lai until September 8, when I bloom, all flowers will kill me". It is never pretentious or grandiose, it is what it is, and people proudly and frankly accept its praise. Thanks to autumn, I can enjoy this visual feast in the season when flowers are dying.

Some people say that autumn is heartless, but I don't think so. On the contrary, I think it is "the Tao is ruthless and people have feelings." The beautiful scenery everywhere is her affection and the best gift she gives to people!

On the first day of autumn, I immersed myself in meditation. When I walked through autumn, I saw the picture of flying, like a gentle ripple, floating out of my memory lake. ...

My thoughts lingered for a circle, and the autumn in early winter was shrouded, so I opened the pearl curtain of autumn again and continued that memory.

I can't help but close my eyes and remember quietly with the quiet sky. ...

The rain flying all over the sky is like a fairyland decorated with autumn, and the large area of humidity makes autumn look more pure and clean. At this time, if the restless heart is allowed to appreciate it, the soft but amazing lingering drizzle will no longer be sad, and those memories will be forgotten.

The autumn wind leafed through it again and again, blowing away the regrets in my heart and floating in a beautiful memory directory. If there are beautiful scenery, I would like to stay in autumn forever, hold you tightly in my arms, analyze and taste slowly.

I never want to cheat in autumn. The dancing of fallen leaves will always have different styles, but the clock of memory will always record bit by bit, leaving me with eternal memories. Once I walked in autumn, I saw a drizzle, and several songs were facing the sky. In an instant, Huimo's memory added a beautiful scenery to himself.

Autumn, a fallen leaf, deserted how many pale and powerless words; A season of flower dance, vicissitudes of life, how many fleeting years, swept away. I have devoted my life to poetry. Looking back, the beauty of peace in my memory has already passed through your fingers. ...

You always complain that time doesn't give you enough time, but do you know that good memories are filled in the season and warmth is in the season? If you don't know how to communicate by time, you will have nothing to worry about, and all samsara will soon become the maintainer of you and me, drifting away from keeping records. ...

Autumn is like this, and I don't care if I wander around casually. Once you look back, you will have nothing. Only by looking at what is in front of us can the memory fly closer and closer like charming petals.

Everything around you will become a memory, so cherish it. Those memories ...

Through the first day of autumn, a fallen leaf in the air, with the rhythm of the breeze, gradually, gradually, floated down and fell to the ground.

I picked it up and rubbed it carefully in my hand. I actually found that ordinary leaves have such delicate textures on weekdays! One by one, one by one, extending from the middle to the edge. The leaves have turned yellow, but there is still a touch of green in the middle. This green is like an aperture, spreading outward bit by bit, and the color is getting lighter and lighter. Finally, it merged with that yellow and disappeared. Just like the edges and corners exposed on us, they are gradually smoothed by the years, leaving only a trace of stubbornness there. Seeing this, I can't help laughing-this leaf is really like me!

There is no difference between the front and back of the new tender leaves, but the color on the back is slightly darker. If you are not careful, you can't tell which is the front and which is the back. But after years of baptism, the back is getting rougher and rougher, and the color is different, slightly old. At this time, people will not turn their backs again, because the reality behind the surface is really unsightly. People only believe that the surface is smooth and delicate, just as photographers only like to shoot leaves with delicate surface texture, but they never dig out the roughness and antiquity hidden under the surface, even if it is so real and natural! But I don't know how many years, how many leaves, how many people "step", "walk" and "let go", we can't change. Some things, only experienced will know. Maybe you will not adapt at first, but after a long time in this environment, you will understand that this is helpless and cannot be changed.

There is always a journey in life. Your childlike innocence and vitality, like the decreasing collagen on your face, slowly fade away. You should learn to get used to the days without collagen. Slowly moving towards maturity and aging.

A small leaf has the potential to "start a prairie fire"!

Although spring is beautiful, it is not as strong and deep as autumn.

"Qiu Lai leaves fall to the roots, and the leaves drift with snow", but the colors in autumn are still so bright and dazzling.

Standing in the field, I realized the profound meaning of "no pains, no gains". With the enthusiasm of summer, the momentum of youth, and the feeling of satisfaction, I rolled up my cuffs, lifted my trousers, danced a scythe, cut off the fruit, and felt the cordial greetings from my brother Qiu. This magnificent autumn scenery touched me, inspired me and made me deeply feel: "Who knows that every Chinese food is hard?"

In the orchard on the distant mountain, ripe fruit looks forward to it shyly like a big girl to be married. The breeze is blowing gently, with a faint fragrance, like a misty song from a distant farmland, which is refreshing.

Autumn in the morning is bright and dazzling, and autumn in the sunset is clean and sad.

The door was slightly left unlocked, vaguely revealing a little uneasiness. The breeze caresses the autumn dawn, and the leaves of plane trees fall gently, like the graceful dance of Tingting girls, reflecting the artistic conception of "a plane tree in autumn and a banana in sorrow"! The footsteps are light, for fear of disturbing this charming autumn, stepping on the soft soil and starting all the way. Not far away, the faint white smoke from kitchen smoke rose gracefully over the farmhouse, yellow trees were reflected in the overflowing lotus pond, and the cold moon plate was deeply engraved on the bottom of the water, shaking with the rather unsettled water surface. The hibiscus flowers and colors are gone, leaving only a lotus leaf that may be forgotten.

The grove beside the lotus pond is shrouded in autumn fog, looming, making the night sky particularly blue. Autumn grass is still messy, but it is also full of vitality. The cold in autumn is not obvious. The humid air is mixed with cool drizzle, which smells like a long time ago. The fallen osmanthus is piled in a corner, which can be described as: "People are idle and osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and spring is empty." The willows at the edge of the village have lost their lush colors, but they are still standing old and plain.

Autumn wind is affectionate, autumn rain is warm and autumn moon is sad.

Appreciation in winter and tempering in spring and summer have created colorful autumn. A fallen leaf, a golden color, a picturesque autumn; A piece of cool, a piece of boundless, an autumn is like an ode to Song Like.

Autumn! This warm autumn, this gentle autumn, accompanied me from night to dawn.

Through the composition of "Autumn First Day", I entered the world of autumn. As soon as the autumn wind passes, the fields are ripe; As soon as the autumn wind passes, the leaves fall with it. The sun keeps rising and setting, and a person becomes an attribute.

In the morning, the sun shone through the window and the maple leaves were dyed red. Early risers walk by the lake, and birds sing softly. People seem to enjoy autumn, or rely on autumn to resolve some unknown wounds. But none of this seems to have anything to do with me. I'm still doing what I've always done, preparing for school.

Maybe I don't want to leave home to go to school. Seeing the fallen leaves spinning and falling in the air, I was very moved, as helpless as a runaway child.

Walking, I walked into her world from the autumn world. She is my English teacher. She always cares about every student like her mother, and she is especially concerned about me. Maybe my eyes are big.

The autumn sunset is about to set halfway up the mountain, and the sky is dark. Autumn will leave us. It came suddenly and puzzled us. I was still walking alone, counting my thoughts and thinking a lot. This is a gift for autumn.

Time flies, I have a distance with her, and autumn is colder than usual. I believe a lot because of her, and I forget a lot because of her. What I remember is such a unique autumn day. Everything in autumn is not easy to grasp, just as no one can control flowers. But I can't complain about anything. After all, this is a gift from autumn.

Now autumn leaves remind me of her again. Perhaps the encounter in autumn is accidental, and the separation in autumn is inseparable. I believe I won't miss the whole world, because all I miss are passers-by, and this passerby is particularly important to me. This idea has been in my mind for a long time, which makes me feel that even if we are separated, it is not so terrible.

I seem to be that fallen leaf, so light that I have no weight, while she seems to be a blue sky, watching my growth, my efforts and my fall. But there is no doubt that we must be grateful.

The most beautiful color must fade the fastest, and the most wonderful autumn is also a flash in the pan. Just like those who have helped you, they may not always be by your side, so remember those who are grateful.

Autumn will eventually go away, and the grass leaves still smell of autumn. I don't want to leave in the future to be my biggest regret.

After the first day of autumn, I didn't notice the arrival of the ball because of the heat in summer. Confined to a corner of the city, I can't see the fallen leaves and smell the autumn sound. Walking on the forest path at night, I just feel a little cold and wet. When I opened the calendar, I saw that it had been 1000 years.

Then we will live like autumn, and the autumn will be crisp. This is a pleasant season, so we should naturally live comfortably and poetically.

There is no need to travel. Is it necessary to see those mountains and forests that are all dyed red? I don't think autumn needs so much enthusiasm; Go to see Jiangfeng fishing and fire, and the moon sets and cries? I thought autumn should not be so sad and desolate. Just stay at home, put on the swing and shake the childhood dream, the poet's dream.

Swingers shouldn't swing in autumn, but I think it's more interesting only in autumn. In spring and summer, flowers are in full bloom and trees are lush. From then on, I went to see a lake full of powder and fog and green smoke. Even if the winter is too bleak, the bare branches will swing around on the previous swing, and then let the wind blow, it is also a bleak scene, but after all, we come for happiness.

Especially in the suburbs of the village, it is empty but not quiet, filled with the fragrance after harvest, and the fields are still full of insects, quiet but not monotonous. With the ups and downs of the swing, the field of vision gradually expands. There are distant villages and rivers passing through, even the river is clear, and several waterfowl stop on its shore, which is very harmonious. Closing your eyes is like walking through the clouds, holding the stars in your hands and wanting to sing a song to express your inner agitation. How can you think of happiness without experience?

If the wanderers in the distance see this scene, they will inevitably feel sad. Hometown and childhood, like an ethereal dream, always haunt his lost heart. It is the happiness of others, and what do you get from your own search?

Autumn geese have long since disappeared, so I'm afraid it's hard to trust Brocade any more. Then personally send greetings and care. Thousands of miles away is only half a day's journey. By the time you pass the village entrance, the infant is already sitting on the swing, singing and laughing. Will you sigh that time flies and the years are inspiring? Will you be glad that there is no so-called local accent and the ancient style still exists?

Put aside your troubles for a while, there are a lot of helplessness in the world that you can't escape, but taking some time out of your busy schedule and living a life without competition for a few days may make you think more about the value and destination of life.

Walking through Autumn Composition 7 On the first day, with the falling of the first leaf, autumn comes with graceful dance music. It smiled and blew colorful winds, dyeing the leaves in different colors. Red, yellow and dark green.

There are no exactly the same leaves in the world. Indeed, every leaf is different. Touch a leaf, its veins, its appearance, let me feel deeply. "Hoo, hoo-"A gust of wind blew, blowing a fragrance.

What smells so good in autumn? I can't help walking towards the source of the fragrance, which is getting stronger and stronger! I rubbed my eyes, because it had been intoxicated by what I saw. Purple, yellow and white have merged into an ocean of chrysanthemums.

Purple flowers, deep and solemn, blend into the color of the sea when the rainstorm strikes; Yellow flowers, elegant and smart, blend into the color of the sea under the irradiation of sunlight; White flowers, pure and white, blend into the color of foam when the sea beats on the shore. Looking at the scenery in front of me, I really have the courage to stand by and watch the beautiful and changeable sea. A breeze blew, and chrysanthemums greeted them happily in the wind. Their fragrance intoxicated me and I didn't want to leave.

Their fragrance is like green tea, light and mellow, as if the fragrance around me is also colorful, light but rich and varied, dancing around me like silk and playing with birds in the air.

"It's not that flowers prefer chrysanthemums, and this flower is even more flowerless." The beauty of chrysanthemum, its firmness and unyielding let me feel it. This season, there are neither bees nor butterflies, and there is almost no vitality. However, chrysanthemums are in full bloom this season.

Chrysanthemum melts the desolation and cold around. It paints a vibrant scene around it.

Chrysanthemum does not compete with other flowers for the prosperity of spring, which makes me understand a lot. It blooms alone in autumn, adding a color and beauty to autumn with its figure.

It is the leaves that have taught me how to use my uniqueness and strength to serve others and make contributions. It was Chrysanthemum that taught me modesty, tolerance and tolerance, and also taught me to be firm and indomitable in the face of ups and downs and big waves in life.

I like autumn leaves and autumn chrysanthemums. My favorite season is autumn. In this beautiful autumn, I accelerated the pace of going home.

Through the first day of autumn, autumn is a season that is cooler than summer, warmer than winter, and naughty and lovely than spring. I like autumn, and I prefer to walk with it.

There is a large piece of golden straw behind the old dam. Those yellow straws are taller than me. In the morning, when you come out for fresh air, you can smell the autumn. As the sun rose slowly, I came to the pale yellow rice grass. So, I started a wonderful trip to the autumn world.

Gently push the straw in front of you and enjoy the music of birds singing and wind quietly. Walking forward against the autumn wind, suddenly, some unknown little creatures appeared in front of me. Maybe they are already familiar with people and have no fear. They formed a circle as if talking about something. It looks particularly cute in the sun. I quietly took a step forward, squatted down slowly and listened to their comments quietly. They seem to be talking about their travel experiences in the past few months. At noon, the sun is getting hotter and hotter, but it is not as vicious as the summer sun. I found a small slope and lay down with dog tail grass in my mouth. Enjoy the sunshine, listen to the sonatas of birds and streams. Suddenly, a clear and noisy sound broke the beautiful atmosphere, and I saw the shepherd drive the sheep away. With the sound of the shepherd's whip, I walked slowly on my way home. Everything around me is golden, just like walking into a magnificent palace, and the farmers in the field are still working. The sun shines on their happy faces, filled with happy smiles. I take a walk in autumn.

The heat of the sun gradually receded, and several dark clouds quietly came here like very disobedient, and soon it began to rain. The rain is thin and dense, and it has just moistened the coming autumn. The naughty running in autumn shook off all the leaves.

The setting sun dyed the sky red. After several autumn winds, there was silence all around, everything around was asleep, and only a few stars were still blinking naughtily. The whole village is shrouded in a mist, but you can still vaguely see a golden straw.

I've been wandering in the autumn world all day. I hope I can return to this golden rice grass next autumn. I like you in autumn.

Autumn seems to be coming to an end. I cast my last shadow with the sunshine that I can't do, and it has been polished more and more by the wind.

"Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring." Autumn leaves gently hang down, a hovering, a dancing, gently fell to the ground. She tries to hide her liveliness, just like the lake in autumn, even if it is turbulent, it is not obvious. The boundless sky can't find the edge of the sky. Occasionally there are clouds, dazzling white, like washed and filtered cotton. The colorful clouds reflected in the sunset are extremely peaceful and melodious. Birds seem to fly higher than before, forming small black spots outside kuya. The formation of herringbone hurried by, leaving a series of groans, and the breath of winter was coming.

Autumn is like a dying beauty, with residual makeup on her face and beautiful rouge on her yellow face. With disdain in his eyes, he is unwilling in his heart. After all the glory, she tried her best to continue the prosperity and seize all the remaining colors. She wants to keep all the beautiful traces, even if she refuses to lose them.

The last autumn rain came, falling quietly, with a slight west wind and misty mist, revealing a touch of bleak and indifference. Do you remember the temperature when raindrops fall on your face? Future and yellow leaves fall with dark green. Early deciduous trees in the distant mountains are as bright as a residual fish bone. The autumn wind is getting colder every day, and everything is silent. There seems to be a little sadness, but there is nowhere to talk.

The wind, like running water, goes away with the passing clouds, sinks into the sky, and the slowly flowing wind blows, which always makes people feel like they want to catch up. A bunch of unknown flowers on the steps, faint purple yearning for the sky, the wind sitting helplessly beside the flowers, swaying flowers silently shaking their heads, it is not dandelion, it can not send its desire to the blue sky, so sad sigh.

I don't know whether the yellow leaves in the sky are paper painted by the wind or scenery painted by the wind. This is the kind of magnificent and rambling writing brought by the wind. Butterflies are asleep, and autumn will not fly in front of my eyes, because those leaves are too gorgeous and the dance is too gorgeous.

Another late autumn, another late autumn song. The piano is very quiet, only the wind-blown silk and bamboo instruments are still playing gently in the distance but in the ear.

The lonely beauty in autumn is fate. Maybe we should let go, be free and easy, and greet and embrace the terrible peace with an unswerving heart. Let all the dust settle, even if the sea is difficult for water, the heart will move with the environment. Autumn will pass, and then it will be cold and cold. A touch of red in the afterglow of the sunset means that she has been here.

Late autumn, it does not belong to a season, it is just the end of a season. Everything is written at the end and the ending is always poetic.

Through the early autumn composition 10 Memory and reality are intertwined, time and space change, and beauty remains the same. I can't help thinking of the autumn when we walked together. ...

In autumn, only fallen leaves and figures come and go in a hurry are left in the noisy city. I walked alone, holding an umbrella, listening to the rain, and my thoughts drifted to the autumn when we walked hand in hand.

The water in the playground soaked my trouser legs, and I looked up at the tall plane tree, which was covered with small bells. I crouched down, picked up the golden leaves, and smiled at my mouth. Soon after the end of military training, our class received the task of cleaning the playground. That week, we were both excited and excited, and everyone was refreshed. Those days were like today, with autumn wind blowing gently and light rain falling. We all squatted down and picked up butterflies and golden leaves. At that moment, we were all Lu Xun, picking up leaves in the evening together. When handfuls of umbrellas are lifted, warm smiling faces unfold; You hold up the umbrella, I bend down, and the fallen leaves turn into spring flowers, which bloom in our hearts.

Autumn is just right because we are here.

I walked on the rubber track step by step, wandering on the green court, brushing away the rain from my hair, but I couldn't wipe away the tears from my eyes. The autumn sports meeting a year ago seemed to be yesterday, and scenes of mutual efforts emerged in front of us. When the first starting gun rings, when the first cry rings, when we set foot on the runway and run hard together, our youth blooms with the most beautiful brilliance. Our "beautiful girl" group, our confident smile, our sweat and tears, our hugs and smiles, and the warmth of the sun will always be remembered. The hardships of training turned into joy after success, and the memories of joy and tears became the most beautiful memories in autumn.

The sun shines in autumn, because we work together.

Unconsciously, the rain gradually stopped, and there was still some sweet-scented osmanthus in the air. I walked under the osmanthus tree and stopped to watch. When the wind blows, the fragrance is fragrant. Clusters, clusters, but a tree gives birth to a golden tree. That exam, I entered the first trough since junior high school, and I was silent. Teacher Yu came with a warm fragrance, and I stood under the tree with her. The refreshing fragrance of flowers and the sunshine from her body made me regain my confidence and rush to the bright road with expectations and flowers all the way. Our conversation has become the most beautiful flower, and the inner comfort is the refreshing osmanthus fragrance.

Autumn flowers are in full bloom, because I am looking forward to it.

When the "bells" of Platanus acerifolia jingled, when the golden leaves fell one after another, when the afterglow of the sunset fell on me, I came to my senses and whispered to the tree hole, "Autumn youth, let's go together!"

Autumn is better than spring. Warm autumn, we walked together. We will go through countless spring, summer, autumn and winter together. Love will never stop, we will always be on the road!