The composition of the seventh grade in autumn in my hometown

In daily study, work or life, many people have written compositions, which can be divided into limited compositions and unlimited compositions according to the different writing time limits. How to write a composition to avoid stepping on thunder? The following is my carefully arranged composition (selected 10) of Grade 7 in my hometown in autumn. Welcome to share it.

Hometown autumn seventh grade composition 1 In this season, it has no golden rape flowers, no muddy lotus flowers, only intermittent sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, only contiguous golden rice, only fruit-laden persimmon trees and only the laughter of farmers' uncles. This is the beauty of Miss Qiu. Teacher Qiu brought laughter to the farmer's uncle and sang loudly: "Harvest, harvest." She brings the fruits of people's labor. She is my favorite season.

Whoosh, people change from wearing short-sleeved skirts to wearing long-sleeved coats. There are always people in the fields. They are busy harvesting ripe rice. They were laughing, and the harvester squeaked and said, "Eat, eat." It works seriously for its master. In the field, the grass on the ground has withered gradually, and the leaves on the trees are getting less and less. Miss Qiu probably doesn't know that there is a plant that lives for her, and most other plants almost disappear in autumn, but the longer the autumn, the redder it becomes. She is a maple leaf, and she is the darling of autumn.

As soon as autumn comes, the most famous chrysanthemum exhibitions in my hometown are unfolding one after another, and different chrysanthemums dazzle me. There are all kinds of colors, red like fire, white like snow and yellow like gold. Chrysanthemums are also in various shapes, some like mothers caring for their children's hands, and some like small rockets, which are really what they want.

Speaking of chrysanthemums, say osmanthus. In the morning, there are bursts of osmanthus fragrance in the air. Sweet-scented osmanthus blossoms, and the fragrance is ten miles. If someone plants a osmanthus tree in front of their house, in early autumn, the whole family will be intoxicated with the flowers all day. When I was in full bloom, the flowers were not as big and varied as chrysanthemums, but when autumn came, its delicate and young body was in full bloom.

Persimmon, I believe everyone has eaten it, but have you eaten the wild persimmon you picked on the mountain? Don't eat persimmons in early autumn. If you don't know how to choose one to eat, he will regret his gluttony, because if you eat a persimmon that is not fully ripe, it will be difficult to speak. You suddenly feel bitter and numb and can't open your mouth. This is an interesting thing that can only be found in autumn. However, you have to compete with birds for red persimmons, because persimmons are ripe, and not only people like to eat them, but birds are no exception. They move much faster than people. When you find that the persimmons on your mountain are ripe and go up the mountain to pick them with tools in high spirits, your happiness will disappear immediately, because most of the delicious persimmons have been eaten up by birds.

Autumn in my hometown is so interesting. It brings you too many surprises and surprises.

Ah! I love you, Qiu in my hometown.

I am not a poet, so I can't sing a beautiful chapter. Not a singer, can't sing beautiful music; Not to mention the painter, he can't even draw a picture that looks like a dream. Even if I can, who can describe the beauty of my hometown, the beauty of autumn, and the beauty of my hometown in autumn?

Autumn, in some people's eyes, is a desolate season with fallen leaves and a cool breeze. Even the cicada died quietly in this season, with the sadness of "falling leaves like waterfalls, I see the long river running" and the sadness of "misfortune, happiness, misfortune, heart, fatigue and wine". But what I want to praise is autumn, autumn in my hometown, harvest season, festive season, the most beautiful time of the year. A gust of autumn wind blows, and the green leaves all over the mountains sway, like beautiful notes played by nature, and like ripples in water, gently rippling earlobes, echoing in the forest and flowing with the wind. In autumn in my hometown, the leaves are green, and the green leaves are full of jasper luster, as if they could shed green drops at the touch. In the sun, flashing jasper-like luster, soft but not dazzling, warm This kind of warmth can even penetrate your heart instantly, warm your fragile heart and moisten licorice in your heart. Looking at this beautiful scenery, there is a pleasing feeling.

Walking into the fields, we are greeted by the fragrance of fruits and vegetables, which is the body fragrance of nature, not comparable to any famous brand perfume, but a pure natural breath. I was attracted by the smell. Looking from a distance, it is a green Gua Tian with round watermelons hidden in it, all as big as basketball. Black beauty is like an elf lying in the field. Uncle Guanong shuttled through it, took a look, took a look, and picked one ripe and qualified watermelon after another, one in the left hand, one in the right hand and one in the middle, and his face was filled with the joy of harvest. Walk over and hospitable people immediately put a big and sweet watermelon into your arms. Take out a look, watermelon "Dong Dong" 1, a knife down, "Tong-"1, crisp and loud. Bright red juice oozes from the pulp, like fresh blood. It is sweet and delicious with a gentle bite. It is as refreshing as autumn, and it is cool and refreshing. It makes people feel light when they take a bite, and they want to eat it, which makes people linger. Lying in the field, under the shade of trees, enjoying autumn colors, eating watermelons, singing and chatting, this is a wonderful thing.

My hometown is like spring all the year round, and there is also the "spring" with fragrant melons and fruits. I am lucky to live here. It is a pearl in the South China Sea. Although it is not a fairyland on earth, it is also a rare piece of pure land in the world.

My hometown is beautiful and rich, and autumn in my hometown is a harvest season.

Autumn composition 3 in my hometown is often in other places, and autumn in my hometown will remind me.

Autumn in my hometown is a little different. My hometown is located by the Songhua River. This is a small village in a land of plenty.

Her biggest feature is that the temperature drops suddenly after autumn, especially at night, which makes you feel difficult to adapt. After beginning of autumn, even in the daytime, you should wear a warm gown and shirt, or you will catch a cold, especially for the elderly of a certain age. But the most attractive thing about autumn in my hometown is the late autumn red leaves crawling all over the hillside brought by this weather change. Standing in the distance and looking up at the hill, you will be dumped by the red leaves all over the mountain. It seems that the sunset glow is shining in the sky. When you are there, you will feel a deep emotional call. This call, like the eyes of a mother looking at the return of a distant child, is also like the warm and cold greetings of children who have traveled far away. It's more like lovers' cocked eyes saw their faces waiting for humiliation when they came back early, even if you were there. But in my opinion, what she is most like is the strongest and most concerned emotion between people and between people and nature. Walking on the mountain road, the gurgling sound of running water will arouse your curiosity, and it will bring you coolness around the winding hills. Splashed water droplets will flash colorful patterns under the sunlight, corresponding to the chirping of various insects, breaking the tranquility of the mountain.

Another unique feature of my hometown is the bright sunshine in the daytime and the bright starry sky at night after autumn. On sunny days, you will feel that everything you see is transparent, and you can't touch anything with your fingers open. A beautiful Wan Li gives people a pure and peaceful mind. At this moment, you can walk out of the world's irritability and noise without thinking about anything, and feel the return of God's philosophy and nature on an empty road. Under the blue sky, even if there is a small piece of white cloud, it is fleeting and can't cover the warm brilliance of the sun. The warm sunshine shines on you, and you will feel how much love nature gives and returns to you! Starry night sky, walking on the soft land of my hometown, everything is so kind! Everything in your hometown is your partner and your relatives! The stars seem to be the eyes of relatives looking forward to calling, which makes you so warm! Although the chirping of frogs and cicadas in summer gradually fades away, the mature rice fragrance gives people the excitement of autumn, because what you see is the smiling faces of people after harvest, another golden autumn after harvest!

Autumn in my hometown is always transparent and cordial.

I love my hometown in autumn, especially in autumn.

My hometown is my cradle, and autumn in my hometown is my yearning and the hope of my hometown elders.

I live at two o'clock and one line, one is home and the other is work. Although I don't often come and go, I am still familiar with the autumn in my hometown on this line. If the spring in my hometown is gorgeous, then the autumn in my hometown is magnificent.

I love my hometown, especially in autumn. Because in my eyes, she doesn't have any depressed scenery, and there is no sign of decline. What I saw were colorful, colorful and spectacular flowers, vigorous dark green leaves and golden fruits showing richness and maturity. This kind of flowers, leaves and fruits combine to form a natural and refreshing beauty. It is this beauty that reminds people of the spectacular mountains and plains, the prosperity of the motherland and the prosperity of the nation.

If a tourist from a foreign land comes to my hometown at this time, he will see the beautiful smiles on the villagers' faces and their enterprising spirit!

If a painter comes here to sketch with a cold and depressed mood, he will soon be liberated from prejudice and start writing, achieving a beautiful picture with a bumper harvest in sight.

Autumn in my hometown is magnificent. That bloom is in Shan Ye, in the happy yard of farmers. It is no longer as tender and fragile as spring, but it does not reduce its inner vitality. Just like a young man who has just set foot on life, it is spectacular and unique, and it looks so heroic. It smiles affectionately and silently embellishes life.

Autumn in my hometown is real. Dark green leaves give people a golden autumn: apples, pears, sorghum, corn, soybeans, millet, peanuts, sesame seeds ... are all eager to choose their owners, and they are proud of their maturity. However, this is more than pride? They obviously set off a busy autumn.

Autumn in my hometown is very lovely. When I came back from the autumn vacation, the farmers' elders were accepting their hopes, and the fruitful results were their pursuit of happiness. When I bent down to harvest a fruit with my hometown elders, I couldn't help being intoxicated and excited!

In this beautiful scenery composed of flowers and leaves, I began to feel proud of living in my hometown, and I was even more gratified by the hometown people who have the same personality characteristics as these flowers and leaves, because it is they who moisten these green descendants with hard sweat and cultivate the soil of their hometown with smart hands!

I love my hometown, especially in autumn.

Autumn in my hometown is no different from other seasons. Only when the chill reaches your insides do you think it is autumn.

You see, on both sides of the country road, the tree is covered with an orange with a deep red inside. They sway in the wind and dance with the rustling of leaves. Its "fat" posture makes people salivate and I can't wait to pick one. In the end, I can only hold my saliva, but I can't pick out my own things.

Autumn is the season of harvest. Fruit farmers are eager for the early arrival of this harvest season every day, but I always want to bathe in the gentle eyes of spring. Although my idea is a bit selfish, who doesn't love warm spring?

Autumn harvest is beautiful, but autumn brings not only a bumper harvest, but also a synonym for cold weather. In summer, the sun is shining. In autumn, the chilly autumn wind can always get into your body through the cracks in your clothes, making you cool from head to foot.

Although grass has strong vitality, it can't compete with the cold in autumn. Flowers seem to feel the oppression of the cold, and they get sick in autumn, and the trunk seems to be tortured beyond recognition by the chilly autumn wind.

The original intact bark was torn apart. The branches seem to have entered old age, and the original thick branches seem to break at any time under the destruction of autumn wind. Not to mention the leaves, the lush trees have become middle-aged people who have begun to go bald. Leaves scattered all over the floor, as if to revile the ruthlessness of autumn and let them leave their mother.

However, isn't this cold autumn a natural helper to exercise my will? In the morning, the cold wind blows hard. Who doesn't want to stay under the covers? Isn't this a good opportunity to exercise their will? Also, on the way to school, the autumn wind will start to torture your hands again, but isn't this the opportunity to exercise? And ... lots and lots. We can't change the alternation of the four seasons. Are we going to sigh all the time?

Don't! We should get used to it. Is there any reason why I hate autumn? Do I hate the desolation of autumn But isn't there also the joy of harvest in desolation? There are four seasons in a year, good and bad, good and bad. This is the law of nature! Why should we hate them?

Autumn in my hometown is really no different from other seasons. Spring is beautiful, but not perfect. In bright spring, there will always be endless spring rain. Although autumn is very cold, it brings a bumper harvest, doesn't it?

Looking forward to, looking forward to, summer has finally passed, and the autumn era is gradually coming to us. However, my hometown, Youxian, should be transformed at this time!

This is really a beautiful place. You think, if you open the door in autumn, you will be greeted by coolness and silence, just like an invisible beauty echoing and sailing in your field of vision. I think it must be a very beautiful enjoyment. This is what the poet described in his poems. There is a ginkgo forest in my hometown. In autumn, they all took off their green and youthful clothes and put on a big fox fur. When the wind gently sweeps their windowsill, their flowing hair will sway with the wind and look like a raging fire. The wind stopped and everything was calm again, as if nothing had happened just now. "Ha ha ....." Not far away, there was a silvery smile from the children. Getting closer, getting closer. I saw a child break off a leaf. He looked at it curiously with wide eyes. The fan-shaped ginkgo leaves are floating in the tuyere. If you are not careful, it will drift into the stream, go down the river like a boat and disappear in the distance. ...

The autumn sun seems to miss the sky very much. Although half of its body has sunk to the west, its head is still hidden halfway up the mountain, spying on the farmers' work. I was very happy when I saw the farmers looking at the bent corn stalks. One by one, they reached out their rough hands and threw them all into the basket with comforting smiles. At this time, the sun will also show a gratified smile, and the blush on his face will turn the corner of the horizon red for a while ... to see the sun, for all his glory will be buried by the coming night. As night falls, the originally quiet and peaceful night is completely faded by the rain, leaving no trace. The rain in my hometown is unique, neither too big nor too small, just right. Always unknown, but Du Like's poem "Falling into the night with the wind, moistening things silently" "Although it is a description of the spring rain, it can be compared with the autumn rain in my hometown, but it is also appropriate. It is like a pearl with a broken thread, which falls gently drop by drop, merges into one small puddle after another, and is scattered on the ground like an embroidery needle, refusing to let go of any corner. It is like smoke, silently leaving footprints on eaves, tiles, trees and flowers ... Hometown is like a painting, and autumn is the scenery in the painting. Hometown is a cradle, and autumn is a sleeping baby in it. Hometown is a treasure, and autumn is the most dazzling light.

Buried myself in a pile of books, studied hard for a few days, and paid no attention to the people, events and scenery around me. Today, I suddenly found myself free, stole some time and walked around the lawn. I was surprised to find that the sky had been pulled away from us unconsciously, and the clouds began to float slowly and carefully in the air, like white sheep and twisted veils. The wind is blowing a little bit, with a slight coolness-oh, is it autumn? So, is autumn in my hometown still like when I was a child?

Memory is a "cottage version" of the time machine, holding my hand, through layers of time and space, through the boundless darkness, bypassing the intense stimulation of light, taking me back to that innocent childhood.

"Ya ya, ya ya, come out and see, the south gate maple forest everywhere. Hurry up, what are you doing? " The little girl with two croissants and a rose top and a lotus pink skirt is my childhood playmate _ _ _ _ Ah Heng.

When my parents came to LAM Raymond, I felt extremely excited all the way. Zhang Hewang's little nephew is climbing persimmon trees-yes, yes, whenever autumn comes, the mountains and plains are covered with heavy fruits, which makes people drool. Ah Heng and I will climb trees and pick persimmons to eat regardless of the image. Aheng moved quickly and climbed up with a whoosh. She shouted and waved to me openly: "Ya Ya, get ready _ _" I took out the prepared cloth bags, left and right, and picked them up clumsily under the tree like a buffoon. Then, we tried to eat back to back, our mouths were full of juice and our tongues were sore.

Huh? What fell on my head? I looked up. God, there are red maple leaves everywhere. I patted the back of my head. I just want to pick persimmons to eat and forget this lovely guy. Look! Pieces, piles, such as colorful brocade, like delicate sunset glow, made of magical axe, unique and magical, a breeze blowing, pieces of red leaves fluttering, like butterflies, dancing with the wind. During that hour, Aheng and I played hide-and-seek and played house, laughing like a bell. Since when have I been worn out by homework? When did I stop lingering around the beauty? Since when have I stopped watching the sunset and listened to the wind?

Autumn in my hometown is really beautiful, and my heart is bitter enough. I ate "Huanglian", and I was angry, helpless, expecting and unyielding, mixed with confusion, which made me rush back to reality rashly.

I looked back at the sky affectionately. When can I become a cloud and let the sky float?

Autumn in my hometown is beautiful, but the most beautiful is not the autumn in my hometown. Autumn is beautiful everywhere, as long as you have the heart to appreciate it. The most beautiful is my childhood dream, carefree childhood!

Autumn in my hometown is sunny, quiet and cheerful …

Clear water, singing a minor tune gently, flows slowly to low-lying places along the winding river ridge. The water is white, and pebbles and colorful weeds at the bottom can be clearly seen. In the morning, the peasant women will take the washbasin to the river for sizing, and the alkaline water in the soap will melt into the water to form milky silk, which will drift downstream along the ridge of the river.

Outside the small river bank is a small vegetable field with Chinese cabbage, radish and onion and garlic. Before lunch, women in twos and threes will go to the vegetable field to "get food" (hometown people say so). Most people who go to get vegetables don't bring any tools. Generally, they return empty-handed, so they feed one or a laundry list to the whole family for one day. The vegetable fields will frost in autumn. When I get up in the morning, there are always shiny flowers in the vegetable field. If you pick up the vegetables earlier, you will leave a trail of footprints in the vegetable field clearly.

A little further on the vegetable field, there are paddy fields. After the rice was harvested, clusters of low rice piles were left behind. There is no water in the rice fields in autumn, because every household will release water before harvesting, so that the cut rice will not be flooded. In the open field, it becomes a paradise for children after school. There are still many grasshoppers in the field where rice has just been harvested. Children put the caught grasshopper in a mineral water bottle or beer bottle, and the grasshopper is alive and kicking in the bottle. Grasshopper is a delicious dish. After a hard night's work, the father would fry the grasshoppers caught by his children in a frying pan and then open a bottle of steamed rice wine. The man was very happy.

After dinner, I will fry a bowl of melon seeds at home, and the family will eat melon seeds around a fire, chat and watch TV. Families with poor crops will also dry several bags of pumpkin seeds and sunflower seeds and leave them to relatives and friends during the Chinese New Year. After the crops are harvested, every household will use new rice "Baba" (made of rice, some of which are also made of glutinous rice, and some places in the south are called bait blocks, which are a bit like rice cakes), and they will be made of Baba and given to relatives and friends on holidays.

Autumn in my hometown is beautiful in my memory.

Autumn in my hometown Grade 7 Composition 9 "sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic ..." With the arrival of autumn rain, Miss Qiu rode the wind to streams, fields and my hometown.

In the mountains and fields, it is not necessarily a pleasure to pick a maple leaf and a wild chrysanthemum.

Under the urging of the autumn wind, the trees all put on charming autumn clothes, but the autumn wind only dyed the maple trees red, which was particularly dazzling against the dead trees. After a paddy field in Huang Cancan, a red maple forest appeared. The ancient poem "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers." This kind of artistic conception is probably described!

In my hometown, wild chrysanthemums can be seen everywhere. You can see them in the mountains, in the Woods and even in the fields. White, yellow, red, colorful, elegant. At this time, most of the flowers have returned to zero, but the chrysanthemums are not afraid of the cold, and still stand like pines and cypresses in the cold of late autumn. Isn't this spirit of "not competing with flowers for spring, but loving autumn colors alone" the kind and simple heart of the working people in my hometown?

In the endless fields, farmers' uncles shuttled between rice fields with sickles, and the golden wheat witnessed the bumper harvest of farmers' uncles. Straw swaying in the autumn wind seems to bring us good news: this year will be another bumper harvest year! Although the farmers' uncles are all sweating, they are always smiling and still working in the rice fields. "Dadada, dadada ..." There were waves of threshing machines in the distance. Looking back, several threshers are threshing, and golden millet keeps flowing out from the bottom of the machine. Suddenly, the sound of sickle cutting rice, the sound of threshing machine and the happy laughter of farmers came one after another, which merged into a symphony of farmers' harvest. Farmers' uncles put millet on the threshing floor, and when they look around, they see rice mountains, all of which are the sweat of their year's labor. As the saying goes, "no pains, no gains".

Next to the rice field is an orchard where many fruit trees are planted. There are tall pomelo trees with thorns on their leaves. Looking up at the top of the tree, there are dozens of big and yellow grapefruit. There are several small orange trees, one after another, like shy oranges, hiding behind the leaves. There is also a row of peach trees, and the peaches covered with fur are so red that people have to take a bite. A gust of autumn wind blew, and the attractive fragrance came to the nose.

I love autumn in my hometown, and I love my relatives who dress up this charming scenery!

After the autumn equinox in my hometown, autumn is getting stronger and stronger, but I think autumn in the city is a bit dull and monotonous. Yes, besides the yellow leaves on campus, look at the clouds in the sky and occasionally see a row of geese returning to the south. What else can you see? Then, I remembered the autumn in my hometown.

Three years ago, I was studying at my sister's house in the country. My sister lives in the famous land of apples. I remember my uncle contracted two acres of orchards that year. That orchard was a paradise for my childhood.

When autumn comes, the smell of fruit is intoxicating, not to mention the pears in Huang Chengcheng are covered with branches, and the red apples bend the branches like little lanterns. Just the grape trellis like the green corridor is enough to intoxicate me. Ah! Lovely and charming grape trellis, how fragrant and quiet it is! Dense branches and vines covered the shelves. On the big green grape leaves, there are many crystal clear grapes, purple and black, like strings of purple pearls. When you took it off, it weighed one kilogram. When you put it in your mouth, the juice is as sweet as honey until it reaches your heart ... Uncle Xiaoli and I play hide-and-seek under the grape trellis like sisters, but it's not enough. ...

The sun is about to set, and it is dyed bright colors by the setting sun. The breeze blew and the fields gave off a fresh fragrance. The dealers who have just harvested are full of cars one after another. With the ringing of the whip and the ringing of the horse bell, a string of horseshoe "smoke" was left on the field path. On the roadside, the wild chrysanthemums that opened that night swayed in the wind. The dense jujube trees were added with "rouge" by the sunset glow. Ah, what a beautiful picture autumn drew on the land of my hometown with that magical pen! Facing the autumn wind and enjoying this charming autumn scenery, it's really unforgettable ... It's autumn again. Looking at the fallen leaves and newly listed fruits on campus, I think of my hometown, my uncle's golden orchard and my childhood happiness under the grape trellis. ...