Three 800-word compositions of autumn maple leaves.

Slowly, the grass turned yellow, the wind became cold, and there were more clothes. We know that the beautiful autumn girl has come to us.

When I was walking in the Woods, the first thing I saw was a bright burning maple leaf, which looked like a flame from a distance. This reminds me of the poem by Du Mu, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers". Walking into the maple forest, a breeze blew, and the maple babies nodded enthusiastically, as if welcoming us warmly. I think these maple leaves must be very hospitable and will clap their hands to welcome us without hesitation. I gently picked up a maple leaf and observed it carefully. A maple leaf is composed of seven small petals, with rough edges and long red stems, just like an open red hand. In addition, I will tell you a little secret, that is, its discoloration. In spring, maple leaves are green, but in autumn, they will have a complete transformation-they all wear red fashion. Add a beautiful scenery to the whole autumn.

Walking in again, I found that every maple leaf has its unique beauty: straight, crooked, straight, curly, high-tilted, hanging upside down on the branches, varied and different in shape. Some three or two pieces are put together, as if discussing something together; Some whole leaves are rolled together, maybe it feels too cold in autumn, and it will be warmer when rolled up; Some sides are slightly bent, as if their hands are folded, praying for something; Everything else stretches out, as if enjoying the cool autumn wind.

Another gust of wind blew, the maple leaves rustled, and pieces of maple leaves fell with the wind, just like bamboo dragonflies hovering and dancing like elves in red. Watching these maple leaves fall one by one. My heart is full of doubts: why do these maple leaves fall endlessly? I'm confused. But when I look at this maple leaf again, I have the answer in my heart. Oh, it turns out that they are willing to turn into soil and give it to them in return for the kindness of Maple Mother and the earth. This is really "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into soil protects flowers more"!

I once again looked down at this beautiful and ancient maple leaf. The leaves are redder than fire, and the back is as bright as dancing. I gently caressed the leaf with my hand, felt the vitality and strength of its veins, and stared at it deeply, so it was reflected in my heart forever and ever.

Oh, I love this beautiful and charming maple leaf!

extreme

The autumn wind is like a knife, blowing bitterly, raising the dust all over the sky, misty. There are some semi-withered leaves hanging on the desolate and vigorous branches, and they will struggle between seemingly falling and not falling in the autumn wind. After all, they will fall quietly and curl like butterflies.

It is said that autumn is a season of sadness, and it is said that autumn is a time of separation. I walked on a quiet path in the mountains. In the mountains, every leaf was dyed red by the autumn wind. It's as if I'm hunting in the lonely wind, dancing with vigorous burning vitality and showing the pride of life. I took a piece, dried it and put it in a book.

On the way down the mountain, I was at a loss, wondering if I could do well in this exam. Although it is only a monthly exam, it is also an evaluation before the mid-term exam. Since the second day of junior high school, I have never been in the top ten of my grade. Every day, I have to face the sigh of the teacher and the disappointment of my parents. I tried again and again with confidence, but in the end I failed.

When I got home, I turned on the computer and the stereo. I gently and wearily threw away my exercise books and books. I don't want to learn anything, and I don't want to play anymore. After every hard struggle, I have only one hand left.

Just, just, just like this, struggling at the forefront of the grade, as if the struggle is endless. However, I'm not a genius, and it's impossible to satisfy everyone every time. The cold and wet wind blew in, and the books spread out on the desktop were blown over several pages, making them ring between papers.

The fiery red maple leaves, lightly free from the shackles of books, float lightly in the room. The trace of its movement is not fast, extremely soothing and extremely firm. Obviously, life has been separated from the trees on which it depends. However, the fiery red color has not weakened with the passage of life.

Unconsciously, my attention has been completely attracted by the flying maple leaves. I forgot to leave my seat, chased its trajectory in the room and came to the desk. I turned on the goggles, finally took out my exercise book and draft book, and began to calculate the exercises carefully. The pen tip is dancing like a gorgeous dance, and the room is full of brilliant red.

This autumn, the maple leaves are swaying, and all the misty hopes are dyed red, gorgeous and colorful.

Tisso

The autumn wind is rustling, and Miss Qiu comes to us quietly with colorful color boxes. As the saying goes, "rather critical". Look, the colors of these leaves are some dark, some light, some green and some red. They used to greet the sun with different postures, but now they have dyed the earth with different levels of gold, which is really beautiful.

I walked on, and from a distance, everything was red, like a burning fire. What kind of plant is it? I ran over and took a closer look. It turned out to be a maple forest. Maple leaves are red, as red as burning clouds. They are challenging the cold and autumn. It's really "frost leaves are redder than February flowers"! Maple shook itself as if to show off its red leaves. The huge maple forest is like a color mixing basin, which brings dazzling colors to tourists at once: red, crimson, medium yellow, yellow-green ... it is simply everything and dazzling. I gently picked a flaming maple leaf and held it in my hand for fear of disturbing the sleeping baby. I saw that its leaves have clear veins and even serrated edges, like countless "people" in neat rows. It looks like a small hand with five fingers sticking out. I think: this proud maple leaf is red for the arrival of Miss Qiu! I crushed it, put it under my nose and smelled it. The smell of earth was fascinating.

Take a walk in the park in autumn. Walking, the breeze blew, and several golden leaves fell from a ginkgo tree beside me and landed at my feet. I picked it up and saw that it was small and exquisite, about the length of a little finger, like a small fan, and it felt very soft. It has a great effect! Ginkgo biloba is a good soil insecticide, which can control pests. Use it as a bookmark to drive away moths. It's really our good partner. I only heard the wind blowing the leaves, and the ginkgo leaves on the tree floated gently to the ground like dancing butterflies, like a layer of broken gold on the ground and a golden carpet for Mother Earth. Look up at the golden leaves on the tree again. From a distance, I thought it was a golden cloud! Passers-by can't help exclaiming "Gee". I reluctantly bid farewell to this auspicious ginkgo tree.

I was a little tired and sat down on the stone bench. I think there seems to be something on the stone bench. I got up and saw that it was a plane tree leaf. I picked it up carefully and observed it carefully: this is a very fragile fallen leaf, as if it would break with a gentle pull. It is khaki, neither conspicuous nor beautiful, and there are several cracks in its leaves. I think this must be a testimony of its weather-beaten. Its context is very clear and orderly, just like an abstract painting. The leaves of buttonwood are as big as my palm, and there is a long petiole dragging under it, like a fan. I held the petiole and fanned it gently, which was really cool. Seeing this, I can't help admiring: "What beautiful leaves, so many functions!"

I swim in the ocean of leaves and walk in the world of leaves. These falling leaves, like colorful petals scattered by fairies, dazzled me. In this beautiful autumn, the leaves full of eyes are the gestation of winter, the germination of spring and the prosperity of summer. Now, they have reached the boiling point of life. Let's enjoy the autumn leaves together! I hope to see more leaves next autumn to show people their most beautiful side. I love autumn, but I love the beautiful leaves in autumn more.