Diebu Qiu Composition 1000 words

Autumn is a windy season, a harvest season and, of course, a beautiful season. The sky is the most beautiful in autumn. In the morning, the sky is quiet, the color is as blue as the sea, and the sun has just "got up". It rises from the east, but the sunshine is not too strong, which makes people feel very warm. At noon, the sun is extremely fierce. One afternoon, the sun weakened a lot. Without much sunshine, people can vaguely see the clouds in the sky. Some of them eat like rabbits, some run like leopards, and some fly like dragons ... Although the sun shines on their eyes, they can't see clearly, but they are already satisfied! At night, the sun is not as bright as at noon. The blue sky turned pale red like a drunk. The sun gradually took off its orange coat and turned red. Everything around it was so red. It slowly returned to the embrace of the western hills, with a faint light, like a dying match. It falls, leaving a rosy glow, like a fairy's clothes falling from the sky to the ground, very quiet. People bathed in the sunset. At night, it is dark, just like the jade emperor accidentally knocked over the ink box when writing. There are countless stars shining in the sky, like eyes in the sky. The big, round moon illuminates the night and the naughty child's way home, like a lamp in the night. And I, lying in grandpa's arms, listened to his story about the moon. ...

I like autumn, windy weather and changeable sky.

The sky in autumn is especially blue, like sapphire, very high. It seems to fly away. A flock of geese flew from the north, like countless wonderful black spots, forming a "one" for a while and a "person" for a while. Near, near, they are talking and laughing, frolicking and flying south happily.

Autumn wind, like a girl, wearing a golden suit, quietly came to the world with light steps. You see, Miss Qiu came to the field and dyed the cotton balls as white as snow. Corn was very happy to see Miss Qiu. She deliberately changed a bunch of golden tassels and grinned, revealing white teeth. Soybean may be too excited, and some even burst into laughter; The meal was especially polite, and I bent down to meet the long-lost autumn girl; Sorghum has always been afraid of meeting strangers, that is, afraid of meeting Miss Qiu. I'm still embarrassed, my face is red.

Miss Qiu came to the yard. Look, chrysanthemums are competing with each other. Red is like fire, yellow is like gold, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. She walked into the orchard and saw a pear with rich nutrition. A string of pearl-like grapes changed from green to crimson, round and big, crystal clear, like agate. After picking grapes, I picked a big one and put it in my mouth. It was sour and sweet. There is a lot of juice, which is delicious. Jujube trees are covered with shiny red dates, which are sweet and crisp to bite.

Autumn is a season to turn ideals into reality. Autumn is a sacred angel that gives people life. Autumn is the harvest season. Autumn is the time when all ripe food is discarded. Autumn is the harvest season.

Therefore, people love autumn, love her crisp autumn, love her sunny days, love her fragrance floating in the fields. Autumn makes farmers smile brilliantly.

Autumn is coming and the weather makes me feel cold. I looked at the fields. It is golden yellow. Where are the leaves? Autumn leaves are colorful and unique.

In the afternoon, I came to the small park and climbed to the hillside. I saw the ginkgo tree at a glance. Ginkgo leaves are like a small fan. The autumn wind blows, and the ginkgo leaves sway with the wind, like fanning us. At this time, a strange idea came into my mind: why is it so cold in autumn? Could it be that they fanned like this? I looked at the ginkgo tree, and it seemed to nod to me. Ginkgo leaves are pale yellow, shaking violently, and dancing like yellow butterflies.

There is also a bamboo forest in the small park, and its leaves are still so green now. From a distance, it looks like a standing green warrior, protecting the "natural" castle. No wonder poets often use "three years old and three friends" to express their aloof character.

Among many leaves, I like maple leaf best. In autumn, it takes off its red shirt and puts on a red cotton-padded jacket, shining like a beautiful girl in gorgeous clothes. Recently, the red maple leaf is flying around me like a beautiful red butterfly, and it is like a little red flag cheering for China. Seen from a distance, it has a unique scenery. Maple leaves are like a fire, which ignites our study.

The leaves in the evening are like a quiet and beautiful Chinese painting against the setting sun, which makes people feel pity.

Autumn, like a fairy tale with a tragic ending, is narrated by a writer with a slightly sad style. I always like to use blue to describe autumn. I always feel that it is a melancholy season, just like a pot of bluegrass that has been put on the windowsill for a long time but is still growing tenaciously, and an ice cream that melts slowly in the hot sun as in the past.

I don't know what I am stubborn about, but I always like such sad things. I don't admit that I am a pessimist, but I like to look at one thing with a pessimistic eye. I like to predict an unfinished thing, so I find that as long as I predict it from an optimistic perspective, it will often be a pessimistic ending. If the result I predict is ominous, there will often be a happy ending. Therefore, I often look at one thing with a pessimistic eye. There is a flashing light of hope in my heart, just like the stars flashing, just like walking in the autumn field and occasionally seeing a green grass.

I always like to write in the dead of night in autumn. Light a candle, or gently close your eyes on the table by moonlight. I can't hear anything, I can't see anything, and there is only a little sad black in front of me. I like this feeling. There is nothing, but there is more room for thinking. My mood is like a clear spring, and the nib will involuntarily paddle on the paper. Occasionally, I scream.

Mermaid bubbles and bluebirds that constantly appear in dreams can also tell autumn fairy tales over and over again. However, it is not for reading, but for listening with eyes closed.