Memories of autumn composition

Autumn, the season of harvest, the season of success and the season of beauty. Time flies like water. In a blink of an eye, it is already the thirteenth autumn in my life. A lot of things have been blurred, and some have found nothing, but one thing is still vivid, still vivid.

I remember it was a Saturday in the second grade. My parents and I went to my grandmother's house to play. Grandma bought me some small goldfish and put them in the fish tank. I am extremely happy and excited! I walked around the fish tank and enjoyed the fish. Fish swim freely in the fish tank. I looked at these cute little guys carefully. They are happy in the water.

At this time, my father came to me and said, "These little guys are specially bought for you. Be sure to take good care of them and remember to feed them! " My mother and grandmother and I went to the market to buy something for dinner. You continue to enjoy it at home, and we will be back soon. "

Dad left, and I sat in the chair and continued to enjoy it.

Hey, what's up? The little guys became listless. Are they sick? It doesn't look like it. Oh, yes, they must be hungry. Let me feed them!

I grabbed a handful of fish food from the side of the fish tank and spilled it into the fish tank. I saw the little fish go upstream and ate it. "I am hungry!" After that, I grabbed another handful of fish food and sprinkled it into the fish tank. This time, the small fish ate more fragrant, and you fought for it. Seeing that the little guys were so happy, I poured all the fish food into the fish tank at once. Lying in bed, I can't help thinking: Dad will praise me when he comes back, saying that I take care of the little ones so well! Thinking about it, I fell asleep unconsciously.

Suddenly a knock at the door woke me up from my sleep. As soon as I opened the door, they came back when I saw it was my father. They have many vegetables in their hands. As soon as they entered the door, they asked me, "Is goldfish not good?" "Yes, I fed them!" "Full?" Hearing this, dad quickly put down his food and rushed to the fish tank. I saw the little guys with bellies, bulging bellies and motionless. There is a lot of fish food floating on the water.

"Oh, how do you put all the fish food ..."

"I think fish tastes very happy, so …" I pouted and said unhappily. Dad looked at me, angry and funny. He said to me, "children, the little fish are not satisfied." Once they eat too much, they will suffocate. "

After hearing my father's words, I bowed my head in shame.

Memories of the past, golden memories, arouse the passion of my youth and urge me to keep forging ahead.

Chapter Two: Memories of Autumn

Autumn is like a door, the fallen leaves are the keys, and each key can open a memory. Holding the key made of maple leaves in my hand, I slowly sailed to that door in a dream boat, opened the door and entered my memory. ...

The weather is getting colder and colder, and the leaves on the tree are turning from dark green to golden yellow, falling off one by one. The fruits in the orchard also woke up from their deep sleep, ready to show their beauty.

I looked at everything outside the window and thought gloomily, "Ah! That's very kind of them. They are free every day, and nobody cares about them. I really want to play outside like them! " Just thinking, the door rang, and I turned around and said, "It's Dad, you scared me. What is it? " "Do you want to play in the wild?" Dad asked with a smile. I jumped up with joy: "Yes, when?" I can't wait. "Tomorrow morning." "Yes!" I shouted in ecstasy. "I've been spoiled these days, and I'm going to enjoy it this time!" I secretly made up my mind.

The next morning, the family got on the bus, looked at the scenery outside the window and talked about the picnic site. When I got off the bus, I stepped on the soft leaves on the ground and felt as comfortable as walking on a carpet. I walked step by step, for fear of stepping on those leaves.

Dad and I found an empty place, and whoever threw the stone far away won. But I am a child and a girl after all, how can I beat my father! The result can be imagined: dad won a total victory and I was defeated. "How could you lose so badly! No, I must report this revenge! " A frown, preoccupied. Hey hey! Dad, wait and see the show!

At the beginning of the second round, father throws first. Just as he was about to throw it, I just shouted "Wow …". Father was startled and the stone in his hand fell to the ground. Just when he wanted to pick it up and throw it, I quickly ran over and said, "No, if I fall to the ground, it will be over." If you fall there, you won't throw it again! " Hearing this, my father was happy: "you little brat, you are so thoughtful." That's why you scared me! " "I couldn't help laughing.

The sun has set, it's time to go home. I got on the bus and finally looked at Fenglin. When the wind blows, the leaves fly and rattle, as if waving goodbye to me. Suddenly, a maple leaf flew in through the open window. "It's a gift from the tree!" "I thought with a smile. So I gently put this maple leaf into the book and the memory of autumn.

Coming out of the autumn gate, the memory is over. I thought to myself: what kind of memories will appear next door?

Chapter Three: Memories of Autumn

Golden childhood, in frolicking and naive laughter, only left a string of memories. Memories, like shells on the beach, attract others with their unique beauty and let you pick them up from time to time to taste its beauty.

String the most beautiful shells into a string and outline the memories of childhood.

I spent my childhood in my grandmother's house in the country. Golden rice fields, rich farmhouse meals and small villages in the mountains add luster to my childhood. I am in the house, in the rice field.

When I return to the city, every time I lie in bed, images of the countryside come to my mind. I will never forget my grandmother's rough hands and the reluctant eyes of my little friends, and I will never forget them. ...

I still remember that there is a large paddy field next to my grandmother's house, which is my "paradise".

I will never forget September 6, 2007. Autumn is coming and the rice is ripe. Breeze bursts, looking like a golden ocean from a distance. My friends and I were chasing and fighting in the fields, and pieces of mature rice fell at our feet. In a short time, the rice fields were opened up into a clearing. While we were in high spirits, we didn't notice that grandpa who was watching dinner didn't sleep. He stood quietly behind us.

My legs trembled in panic, and I forgot to run away. Grandpa looked at us with serious eyes for a long time, his mouth twitched for a long time, and his livid face showed an angry look. We were too scared to look down into its eyes. He watched it for five or six minutes, which was very short, but it seemed to us to be as long as a century, and he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground. We waited for the storm with our heads down. Unexpectedly, he waved helplessly. "Let's go." We met for a moment, just for a moment, we fled like an arrow leaving the string, leaving grandpa alone. After running a distance, I turned around and saw him bend down in pain, pick up the planted wheat, pat the soil gently with rough hands, and his eyes showed a loving look. I seem to see tears of love in his eyes. A sense of guilt arises spontaneously, and I can't bear to watch it any longer, and I fled at an extremely fast speed.

From then on, I began to escape and dared not face his deep eyes again. I always felt guilty until I left.

Life in the country is wonderful, and everything has left me with good memories, except this wheat field.

Chapter Four: Memories of Autumn

There is no autumn in Shenzhen.

The leaves beside the street are still as green as a burning flame, and there is no illusion that dead leaves are falling.

Picking up a fallen leaf at the foot is still green. I can't help thinking of a row of maple trees in front of my hometown.

If in late summer and early autumn, leaves without moisture are blown off by autumn wind, like a small butterfly flying in the air and disappearing into the sky. There is an impenetrable yellow carpet under the tree, and the dead leaves make a crisp "click" sound.

As I watched, a young man dressed as a farmer said to a person next to him in a strong Hakka dialect, "This rice was planted by myself and brought from my hometown!" " "I can't help looking forward, how can the white rice in the rice bag be the black and yellow rice that has just been ground in my hometown?

The wheat fields in my hometown are patches of land, which are still green in summer, but turn as bright as gold in autumn, and the swaying wheat fields are as bright as flowing gold. I can't forget that people piled the grain on the ox cart, and the ox cart walked slowly, and the wheat grains behind the cart hung like lines, leaving marks on the road. Children, big and small, ran behind the ox cart, whistling. The cow stopped, it should be noisy, a lot of cow dung was pulled down, and the children ran around holding their noses. Spread out the ears of wheat and put them in front of your house. You can put it in your own warehouse after drying.

There are no maple trees and wheat fields now, and lonely moon cakes are placed high in the shop. Even if the packaging is exquisite, it can't compare with the deep happiness revealed by simple moon cakes.

The rich second master's family bought a lot of moon cakes, simple skins and simple stuffing, which could not hide the children's laughter.

There is a small coffee table on the roof with fresh oranges, homemade rice wine and moon cakes. I opened my mouth to look like rice wine, but I drank it for nothing, and everyone laughed and cried. Only when Mr. Zhong touched some wine with chopsticks and handed it to me, he licked it a little, and the intoxicating alcohol went straight to his forehead, vomited his tongue and threw away the chopsticks.

My brother cut the orange from the middle, hollowed out the orange meat inside and put a small candle, but the simple orange lamp was passed around in everyone's hands.

It's autumn.

The joy of childhood hits the lacrimal gland directly.

Is the childhood full of childlike interest gone forever?

Chapter 5: Memories of Autumn

Autumn comes, leaves fall and fruit trees are full of fruit.

The light footsteps of autumn came into my yard, which filled my yard with the charming atmosphere of autumn. There are flowers, fruits, vegetables and trees in my yard. There are evergreen flowers, periwinkle flowers, etc ... The most common flower in my family is evergreen, so you don't need to water it often, just water it once every two or three days. It's green all year round, and I took a pot to school in the second grade! But he died as soon as he came back from the summer vacation. Catharanthus roseus has a strong vitality. If its leaves fall and are watered for a few days, they can grow again. Very beautiful.

There are grapes, pitaya and mangoes in my yard. My grapes are hanging in the air like green beads, full of vitality. It tastes even better. As soon as you bite it, the sweet grape juice will slowly flow out. Pitaya is also delicious, red and white, bright in color and sweet in taste.

As for vegetables, my favorite is papaya, which my father planted with the seeds left over from last year. The tree is covered with papaya, which is big and yellow. Mature papaya is sweet and delicious, and it makes people drool just looking at it.

There are magnolia trees. I like magnolia. Its fragrant flowers filled the whole yard and neighbors, making people intoxicated ... It was planted by my father in the spring of 2008. It grows rapidly and has lush foliage, full of green. It is now four stories high, even higher than my house. I like it.

My yard is really beautiful! Autumn is coming, evergreen trees are greener, and tall magnolia trees are greener. A gust of Feng Qiu blew, and the leaves swayed with the wind. Occasionally, a few yellow leaves fall to the ground, like a yellow coat on the ground. It's so beautiful, I think autumn is coming.

Autumn is the harvest season. There are many papaya fruits in the yard, both golden and green ... people can't help but sigh the beauty of autumn!

Autumn is beautiful, my yard is more beautiful, and I love my yard in autumn.

Chapter 6: Memories of Autumn

Gently pick up a fallen leaf, gently, without leaving a sigh. It was a golden ship, full of autumn memories. The fallen leaves were caught in the book, but the flowers disappeared at night. The faint first frost makes the mind understand the separation. Separate, separate, the lost will die quietly. Autumn reminds us in red language that life always has new meaning. There is no need to regret the past, let alone hate yourself, and gently pick up a fallen leaf without leaving a sigh.

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A person, just a person, quietly, with his head down, walking on the tree-lined path. ...

The sun shines obliquely on my body. My body is light and beautiful in the sun, but the shadow on the wall is extremely lonely. The wind, walking ahead, blowing wildly and flying with my thoughts. ...

Maybe it is really lost that we know how to cherish it. Always remind yourself that you must cherish, only to find that you still don't cherish everything you had before. I always feel that I can find her like you in the new environment. However, I found that things didn't seem as good as I expected.

Now, I don't seem to laugh. Looking at the people around me, I seem to be shaking with laughter, but I still have a face of silence. You will feel different and not in this world. The corners of the mouth rose slightly and smiled. I feel my smile is so hypocritical and pretentious.

neutral ...

Suddenly looked up at the yellow leaves, I was silent. People say, "leaves are wings that can't fly, and wings are leaves that fall in the sky." I stared at a few lonely leaves on the tree and stood alone, only feeling that everything was gone. Gently, close it, and a pale yellow halo appears in front of you, and the color immediately changes from gorgeous to black and white.

A long ... long time. ...

When I opened my eyes again, a leaf broke away from the branch, was wrapped in the wind and gracefully turned several times in the air, and then leisurely drew an arc in the air. This is the last arc in its life, and it falls on a noisy street without sound. It gave birth to another life! Finally, I fell asleep ...

Leaves have souls, and they can fly with people's thoughts. If one day, you see a fallen leaf falling in your palm, don't be surprised, because at that time, I deeply miss you and wish you well.

The wind is blowing and the leaves are dancing;

It's raining and birds are chirping;

Do you know that Qiu has fallen asleep? ...

Postscript: Will you remember me after drinking Meng Po Tang across Naihe Bridge? I will remember you, don't come back this time!

Chapter 7: Memories of Autumn

Autumn has come. Although I don't want to see the colorful leaves, the long path in my memory is still covered with leaves and an unforgettable story. ...

It was an autumn with colorful leaves. In the autumn that we grasped together, I walked towards you with fallen leaves, towards each other's initial memories, gazing into your eyes gently, your brow was slightly melancholy, and you were lonely and decorated. You said: you like the sunset very much, and you like it to step on the eternal footsteps every day and walk towards the ancient road of memory. Before staring, pay the final glory and decorate the beautiful dreams in the distance.

That autumn, we had the same season. It is your friendship that fills the gap in my heart, and your comfort and warmth melt the sadness in my heart. Therefore, I expect our memories to last forever, such as autumn legends, autumn fairy tales and autumn stories-only the beginning will never stop.

How I long for an autumn that belongs to our friendship, always depicting eternity, in the deepest part of my heart. However, one rainy day, your melancholy flooded into a river, watching the rain flying outside the umbrella, the street lights were dim, pedestrians were in a hurry, we walked side by side silently, we stopped, I didn't dare to read your expression, and I was relatively speechless. You looked at me with tears in your eyes and finally said it. Whisper softly; ..... then ... let's not play together. ...

Maybe I already know it from your eyes.

Heart like rain, surprisingly quiet.

I was very sad that night. The wind blew from behind you, so cool and cool, just like your hands. Perhaps the rain that night was the most clear such a season and such a rainy night.

Swallows have gone and willows have withered when they come back. When they turn green again, you are smart. Tell me why our friendship never came back.

Castle Peak still exists, the sun still rises and the sunset still sets.

Spring wind, summer trees, autumn rain, winter journey. Deep in the memory, such as running water, the beautiful memory has gone away, and the fallen leaves have also swept away the memory of autumn.

And I, just wandering on the road of memory, left.

Maybe when I grow up, I will no longer be willful. I can look for beautiful memories and pick up a beautiful fairy tale with confidence. And I, however, am no longer with you. I always think of my boring autumn memories over and over again, beautiful and longing ... What about you, my friend?

Chapter 8: Memories of Autumn

Farmers are sensitive to the arrival of autumn. In the harvest season, when the autumn wind blows through the bare trees, it sounds like an ancient eulogy. Profound Dragon!

The arrival of autumn brought me heavy memories. In the eyes of poets and writers, autumn carries heavy memories, which come slowly and go slowly. "seeing friends off" is in autumn, "don't be big" is in autumn, and Li Yu's pain of national subjugation is also in autumn. My heavy memory is also in autumn.

We met in autumn, and we left in autumn. I remember that childish face rippling with joy, and we vowed that our friendship would last forever and never leave. Think of our intimate figure, when yellow leaves fall to the ground one after another; When the green grass withered into gold, everything disappeared. I don't know that hearty laughter is a hidden weapon with a hook. I didn't notice that when we began to learn to talk to each other, we had already formed the embryonic form of parting. All good things must come to an end. I don't understand, but I don't want to face the parting scene.

Walking on a country road, intoxicated by the fragrance of osmanthus fragrans, I feel that the fragrance of osmanthus fragrans is a little bitter, but it is not easy to detect. The dance of fallen leaves is accompanied by eulogy, the fruit of harvest is the comfort behind bitterness, and the howling of animals is the parting vent of sadness. After knowing all this, ll seems to feel how familiar this place is, and it seems that everything that happened in this land can't be remembered, only. Tired of walking, I sat down. It was a scene where we faced the sky from back to back. It is engraved in my mind, but it still hurts a little to recall. It's like touching an unhealed scar and not daring to recall it. I'm afraid it's painful, but it's unforgettable

The arrival of autumn reminds me of those histories, so I'd better forget those sad memories early so as not to hurt my heart again.