An article about picking leaves.

Autumn is coming, the weather is getting colder every day, the leaves turn yellow gradually and are blown to the ground by the wind.

One day after school, my father and I were walking home when we suddenly found a lawn covered with yellow leaves. My father said, "Shall we pick up the leaves?" I said unhappily, "How dirty it is to pick up leaves!" "The grass loves to be clean!" Dad pointed to the grass and said, "The leaves cover the sun, and the grass won't grow." I looked at the grass and thought it over. I looked up and waved and said, "Good! See who picks up more. " Without saying anything, I ran into the grass, squatted down and picked up the leaves one by one and put them in my hands. When I couldn't put them down, I stood up, ran under the tree, dropped the leaves in my hand and came back to pick them up. Suddenly, I felt my finger hurt. I looked carefully and my finger was cut by a twig. Dad rushed over and said, "Does it hurt? Shall we go home? " I said firmly, "No, I must finish it!" " "Say that finish and continue to pick it up.

Through this, I love nature even more.

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At school, when we have art classes, we have to make specimens.

The composition about picking leaves is on duty. In the autumn of 350 years, the weather is getting colder every day. The leaves gradually turned yellow and were blown to the ground by the wind.

One day after school, my father and I were walking home when we suddenly found a lawn covered with yellow leaves. My father said, "Shall we pick up the leaves?" I said unhappily, "How dirty it is to pick up leaves!" "The grass loves to be clean!" Dad pointed to the grass and said, "The leaves cover the sun, and the grass won't grow."

"I looked at the grass and thought it over carefully. I looked up and waved and said, "All right! See who picked up more.

"Taking my word, I ran into the grass, squatted down to pick up the leaves one by one, put them in my hands, stood up when I couldn't put them down, ran under the tree, dropped them in my hands, and came back to pick them up.

Suddenly, I felt my finger hurt. I looked carefully and my finger was cut by a twig.

Dad rushed over and said, "Does it hurt? Shall we go home? " I said firmly, "No, I must finish it!" " "Say that finish and continue to pick it up.

Through this, I love nature even more.

Composition fragments. Topic: Pick up 300 words of leaves.

When I was a child, I often went to the park to pick up leaves.

I like picking maple leaves and ginkgo leaves best.

Maple leaves are like fire, and I think fire is like a shining red needle; Ginkgo biloba leaves are like a small fan, which can bring me coolness.

I had a beautiful dream in the process of picking up leaves.

That time I went to the park to play, I saw that the ginkgo leaves were yellow. I can't help wondering why leaves are yellow. If I were a leaf, don't I know why? I stood there stupidly and unconsciously turned into a small ginkgo leaf.

In spring, the weather is still mild. The warm sunshine shines on my head, and I feel warm all over.

Sometimes, the weather will be cloudy and drizzling, and some leaves in poor health will have a fever.

It's summer now, and the sunshine is very hot, not as mild as the sunshine in spring. I was burned, and it was painful.

But what I like best is that when the fountain sprays water, the children run around it, and sometimes they splash water on me, making me take a cold bath, which is very comfortable.

In the blink of an eye, I found myself changing color and becoming golden yellow.

Listen to the people coming and going below, it's already late autumn, so it's time to add clothes.

Add clothes? Should I add clothes, too? But I feel that the white things that fall on me are not warm, but make me feel chilly. The wind is very unfriendly to me and always pulls me.

Finally one day, I fell behind. I was picked up by a little girl. She picked me up, put me in her ear and told me to tell her everything. But she didn't understand, so she murmured to me, "lovely little leaves, although I don't know you, I can be one of you, right?" The setting sun shone on the earth, and the girl who wanted to hear the leaves woke up.

Now, she understands the secret of life: it is inevitable that bloom will fall, so why should she be separated in the world? Now is the sixth grade, and the sixth grade is like the golden autumn. After all, one day the leaves will turn yellow and fall to prepare for next spring, but I can't forget my classmates who have been together for six years.

No one knows what will happen in the future, and no one knows what will happen at the beginning, but in everyone's heart, there is a most beautiful leaf supporting us.

Picking up the leaves, I found a beautiful dream ... hope to adopt it, O(∩_∩)O Thank you.

Look at the composition describing maple leaves. Maple leaves are fiery red, fiery red and bright red. They dance assiduously in the autumn wind, laugh assiduously in the sunset, and show their femininity assiduously in people's praise. Looking at the fiery maple, I can't help but think of the poem of Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "Frost leaves are red in February. In the morning, I came to the park.

I found that the trees in the park were not as lush as before, and the leaves fell all over the floor.

When the autumn wind blows, the fallen leaves on the ground dance with the wind, just like beautiful butterflies.

Some fallen leaves on the ground have withered; Some have just fallen, and there is still a trace of green; Others fell off a few days ago and were eaten by insects for several holes.

At this moment, I looked up and saw a flaming maple forest.

That maple leaf is so bright and warm.

I walked into the maple forest, picked up a maple leaf and observed it carefully.

This maple leaf looks like a beautiful red five-star and an open palm.

Veins stretch freely among leaves, as if it were the most beautiful here, but quietly add a touch of beauty to maple leaves.

I looked at the maple leaf again. The color of this maple leaf is really beautiful. It is big red, so bright and beautiful.

This is the harvest season.

Soybeans, corn and sorghum are all ripe, and I am so tired that I bend over.

The autumn sky is very high, as if Pangu is still propping up heaven and earth; The sky is so blue, just like a painter painting blue paint in the sky.

The leaves of poplar are a little yellow. When the autumn wind blows, poplar wobbles, as if it were old and unstable.

The crops are happy, because they all bear fruit, and they are all saying, "Look, how big my fruit is, and I can rank first among the crops!" " ""You see, my fruit is as good as yours.

"The crops bear rich fruits and leave the sweetness to people, but they gradually turn yellow and get old.

In the campus lawn, grass sneaks out, just like putting a green military uniform on the earth; The beautiful teaching building whispered to me, "I will shelter you from the wind and rain, and you should study hard."

"The surrounding scenery seems to be saying to me," We all have achievements, have you? Let's race! " Only Miss Liu bowed her head and said nothing. She was very sad.

Crops comforted her one after another: "Although you have no fruit, your figure is very beautiful, which brings beauty to people." .

"Liu girl finally smiled.

Autumn is so beautiful, I love autumn! Autumn has come in autumn scenery, and the weather is getting colder and colder, and the leaves turn yellow. When the wind blows, large tracts of leaves fall from the trees, and the ground is covered with dead leaves, making a "quack" sound.

There is a lot of rain in autumn, and it is always dripping, so we can't go anywhere.

However, the air has become fresh, no longer dry, and once the rain stops, the autumn is crisp and beautiful.

Autumn is the harvest season, and there are many fruits.

Huang Chengcheng has red apples, sweet pears, sweet and sour oranges and bananas.

I like bananas best. I can eat a banana in three bites.

I like this fruity autumn.

Looking forward to, looking forward to, the hot summer has finally passed, and the footsteps of autumn are approaching.

Autumn is crisp and the sky is high and the clouds are light.

Fruits are ripe, crickets are chirping and the weather is cool.

Grass has not completely disappeared from the earth, it is still green.

In the garden, in the field.

Look, one piece is full.

The children ran and jumped, somersaulted, picked up some fallen fruits and threw them at each other to see who could throw them farther and more accurately.

The weather is cool and the grass is green.

Sweet-scented osmanthus trees, maple trees and evergreen trees are lush, profound in style, distinctive in temperament and full of elegance, golden, agate red and emerald green, just like paintings carefully drawn by painters.

Birds are busy migrating and ants are collecting winter rations.

Daisy, a bunch of red petunias, at first glance, yes: orange, purple, competing, spread in the flower bed, like a carpet, smiling at the autumn wind! "Falling red is not heartless. Turning into spring mud will protect flowers!" Yes, it will become the spring mud that nourishes the earth and is not attached to the prosperity of the branches.

Autumn rain falls on red and yellow leaves, and on colorful leaves mixed with green and yellow.

Luxurious maple leaves, delicate evergreen leaves, ordinary shaved leaves … they become more gorgeous under the baptism of autumn rain.

The fruit on the tree is maturing, and the fruit farmers in the field are busier.

In urban and rural areas, workers, students, children and the elderly all come out to enjoy the beautiful scenery, relax, watch autumn colors, collect specimens and do their own things.

"A hard work, a harvest", hard work, in exchange for a harvest, full of autumn-like color gods, so that the color of plants gradually becomes stronger.

Autumn, like the god of harvest, has brought countless fruits to people.

Autumn is like a god of joy, bringing people the joy of harvest.

Yue.

This is a name full of fruits. Autumn comes quietly with golden light and light footsteps. In the morning and at night, ripe rice, heavy, floats in the wind, as if covered with a golden blanket. I was next to the yellow rice, and I thought I saw something. Look, what's under the mountain? People can see rows of ripe fruits at a glance. Several rows of eldest brothers seem to be fighting, and several aunts are cutting mature rice with sickles. I looked down and saw a golden snake. Its golden light seemed inexhaustible. In the afternoon, the farmers waited for dinner, but they were still roaming in the autumn fields. The golden color of the fields had spread to the leaves, and the leaves seemed to turn yellow and gradually fell. At this time of disaster relief, farmers are early. But looking at the autumn outside, the more I look at it, the more beautiful it is. Night finally came, the sun set and the autumn night quietly left. Some leaves are still yellow and floating. I also study at my grandmother's house. I think no one knows whether tomorrow's autumn will be so beautiful, but let today's autumn be a happy day! I like autumn, and I prefer the scenery in autumn. Autumn is like a god of joy, bringing people the joy of harvest.

Yue.

Rich in fruit ...

I went to the park to play and found a leaf. On Monday, I picked up a leaf.

I found it in the front door of the school. This leaf looks ordinary, but its color is beautiful. It is golden yellow with a little green and red spots.

But I took it home, and after only a few days, it turned yellow and brittle.

It used to be a green leaf, playing with friends in the tree every day, carefree.

In the shade of the big leaves, the wind can't blow it, and the light rain can't reach it. As soon as the sun came out, it slept in the mother's arms.

Spring has passed, summer has passed and autumn has come.

The leaves began to change color, some became as red as fire, some became as orange as oranges, and some became dazzling golden yellow, which was very beautiful.

However, few leaves have several colors at the same time, such as this one I found.

I think: when the cold wind blows it down in late autumn, it must be sad. "I don't want to die, I still want to see spring …" But no matter how unwilling, it was blown down by the cold wind, and it was greeted by winter soil. I hope there will be new leaves on the tree next year. This is a new page for it …

Autumn leaves composition 500 words that spring flower, I don't love it, it is too delicate and charming; That vibrant summer, I was not attached to it, it was too provocative; I don't like winter wrapped in white. It's too cold.

Only that autumn, the autumn with falling leaves, is my favorite. Whenever summer leaves with people's irritability, autumn comes to us with light steps.

What attracts me is not the joy of harvest, but the leaves falling silently.

Autumn mother brought a furry yellow-brown "cloak" to the hardy magnolia leaves; Brought a yellow "sweatshirt" for slender willow leaves; Brought a set of fiery red "dresses" for the graceful maple leaf girl.

I walked in the Woods, looking for the "gift" that "autumn" brought to the world.

Walking, I looked up inadvertently: a stout ginkgo tree with yellow leaves.

Huh? There are several Huang Die chasing and frolicking ahead, slowly drifting to the earth.

I reached out my hands and caught it.

Yo, it's Ginkgo, Ginkgo's child. It looks like a fan, the original green leaves have begun to turn yellow, and the dark yellow veins are connected to the petiole.

I gently gave it a sigh of relief, and it slipped from my hand and returned to the place where it really belongs-the embrace of Mother Earth.

I walked on, and the thick leaves on my feet made a crisp sound of "click click", so it was very comfortable to step on them.

There is a feeling of "the quiet beauty of autumn leaves" and "not spring, but better than spring"

Just when I was intoxicated, a bright red maple leaf on the ground not far away caught my interest.

So I gently walked over and picked it up, holding it in my hand and studying it carefully.

After the autumn frost, the color of leaves is difficult to express in words, crimson, dark red, like red but not red, like green but not green. Red mixed with green, green is full of red. In short, it contains various levels of red and green. Although there are many colors, Mr. Qiu blends well. It is really too bright and too light for any painter to do it.

Maple leaves are like a small slap, and each finger is covered with serrations.

The end of the leaf is red and sharp, as if once it is stuck there, the red in the leaf will flow out.

Its veins are very clear, extending from the petiole to the leaves, like an interesting painting.

I smell it. Hey, the smell of leaves is mixed with the smell of earth.

Looking into the distance, it is a maple forest! Seeing this scene, I can't help but think of the poem of Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are redder than the flowers in February."

Picking up the Maple Leaf Composition 500 Picking up the Maple Leaf Composition The red maple leaf floats on the river, like a boat cruising on the river. It floats in the air, just like a plane flying freely in the sky. It floats on the sea, just like a speedboat sailing fast at sea. Ah! Magic wind can turn maple leaves into all kinds of things. Wind, please help me turn maple leaves into small fish and play in the lotus pond. Wind, please help me turn maple leaves into dragonflies and fly freely by the lotus pond. Wind, please help me turn maple leaves into frogs and sing on lotus leaves. Wind, please help me turn the wind into dew and slide on the lotus leaf. Ah, Feng, you are amazing. I like the beautiful scenery and refreshing weather in autumn. Every season, maple leaves are dressed in new clothes and bright red dresses. The wind is blowing cool breeze, carrying small maple leaves around. In autumn, my father often takes my family to enjoy the maple leaves. Under the dam of Shimen Reservoir, you can see rows of maple trees, which look like red flames burning from a distance. Take a closer look. Like a lovely maple leaf girl welcoming us. I walked to the front of the maple tree, bent down, picked up a maple leaf, looked around and kept looking at its body. I suddenly found that the clothes of maple leaf are so special! It is fiery red, with thick ribbons tied on it and serrated lace on the edge. My parents and sisters all came to see the maple leaves. My father kept taking pictures with his camera, my mother and sister were discussing the shape of maple leaves, and I painted the scenery here with colored markers. We chatted while watching the maple leaves until dusk. At this time, the sun slowly sets and the golden light shines on the flaming maple leaves. The sun not only decorated the maple leaves with golden yellow, but also left a most beautiful and bright picture in our hearts.

Picking fruits and maple leaves in autumn, a cool autumn wind blows head-on, and countless autumn leaves float with the wind, red, yellow and green ... each leaf is scrambling to show its own color and express its yearning for autumn.

I think: Spring is beautiful, but autumn leaves also have gorgeous colors.

Look, there are many leaves on the tree, like naughty children who have left their mothers and want to play in the outside world.

I walked over gently and saw autumn leaves all over the floor. I can't help being attracted by their beauty.

I picked up a complete maple leaf from the ground and held it in my hand to observe it carefully: it was shaped like a small and exquisite fan and also like the big tail of an anchovy.

The stout petiole is like a squirrel's hairy tail, red and green; Milky veins extend from the petiole, as if taller than anyone else; The big red leaves and veins are closely connected, just like a pair of "good friends" who will never be separated.

Maple leaves also exude the fragrance of earth, refreshing.

Suddenly I remembered a poem by Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "There are people deep in the white clouds, far away in the cold mountains.

Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

I like maple leaf, because it is more beautiful than spring flowers in my heart.

Autumn leaves have their own merits, and some are tenacious and stand upright; In some dances, leaves fall back to their roots; Some are shaped like beads and arranged neatly; Some of them are colored ... The most impressive one is the French phoenix tree, the main greening plant in Nanjing.

The leaves of Platanus acerifolia have five horns, like the palm of a human hand. Spring is tender green, summer is dark green and autumn is brownish yellow.

The leaves of plane trees in autumn are very fragile, as if they would break when touched.

The quality of Platanus acerifolia deserves our aftertaste-in midsummer, it opens a big green umbrella and leaves us with a cool shade; In the cold winter, it took off its green coat again, and let the sunshine give us warmth ... it silently offered itself without asking for anything in return.

This is its noble quality! "Stop and LAM Raymond sit together to fall in love, and the frost leaves are red in February.

"Autumn maple leaves are more eye-catching! Maple leaf, like phoenix tree, has five horns, and its leaves and stems are like human blood.

Dad once brought me samples and photos of maple leaves in Qixia Mountain.

The maple leaf of Qixia Mountain looks like a burning fire cloud from a distance! This is completely different from the scenery of the "old monk bald head" in the streets! No wonder the great poet Du Mu also "stopped to sit and love the night in the maple grove".

Compared with phoenix tree and maple leaf, the small leaves of Parthenocissus tricuspidata seem insignificant.

On a hot summer day, when the breeze blows, it swings like a green wave.

The autumn wind has turned into lavender, noble and elegant. When an attractive new bud appears in the green chrysanthemum leaves, the autumn wind comes quietly.

Blow away the summer heat, turn the green leaves yellow, open the budding Jin Ju and cook the heavy rice.

I like autumn best, and I like the Jianghai campus full of autumn.

Strolling through the campus, I saw a bright color: a dozen pots of beautiful chrysanthemums were neatly placed on the flower stand, which was taller than one person.

Some of them are dignified and generous, some dragons and phoenixes are flying, some are magnificent like rainbows, some are as white as frost and snow, some are as warm as flames, and some are as warm as feathers ... The breeze is blowing gently, with a faint fragrance.

Bypassing the flower stand, it is a long boulevard, but it has taken off its green coat and changed into a sweater, which has turned golden yellow.

The leaves on the tree are golden and dazzling; The underground leaves are covered with a layer as thick as broken gold; The leaves flying in the air are more like telegrams, urging the swallow to fly south! Before I knew it, I had reached the end of the avenue, and my eyes suddenly became clear: many college students were reading English aloud on a large lawn with yellow and little new green. There are mothers and daughters playing badminton, old people helping each other, walking on the lawn, some children playing interesting games ... I was sitting on the lawn, enjoying the sunshine bath, and suddenly, I smelled a sweet flower fragrance, osmanthus! I followed the smell and found a osmanthus tree.

Look, the green crown is embroidered with countless little Venus, which is really beautiful.

"Look, there are some maple trees!" I walk very fast. Ah, the frosted maple leaves are red, like a red cloud falling from the horizon. This is a famous poem that I can't help thinking of: "Frost leaves are redder than February flowers.

"Looking up at the sky at the moment, the blue sky is like the sea, quiet and vast, with faint thin clouds, more like wisps of veils rising on the water. Autumn is really cool! Autumn represents the joy of maturity and gold, and I prefer picturesque autumn. 1. Autumn leaves are white in the dead of winter, green in spring and fiery red in midsummer ... Along the natural track, my gentle heart melts again in golden autumn.

Walking into the small garden of the school, the first thing you see is a red maple leaf.

A gust of autumn wind blows, and the maple leaves fall unsteadily, as if waving to you.

Some maple leaves, like children, reluctantly leave their mothers and throw themselves into the embrace of the earth; Some maple leaves spread their wings and fly in the air like birds; Other maple leaves dance like dancers.

Dead leaves fell to the ground, one after another, layer after layer, soft.

"Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers."

I carefully picked up a maple leaf and looked at it carefully. It was divided into three parts: petiole, leaf and vein.

Its edges are arranged neatly like sawtooth. I thought it was sharp, but it felt soft when I touched it with my hand.

If you hold it in your hand, it looks like your own palm, but it's a little smaller.

But the only thing I don't understand is why the maple leaves win the red when autumn comes. Oh, it turns out that the temperature drops in autumn, chlorophyll is destroyed and anthocyanins are produced.

So in autumn, the maple leaves naturally turn red.

Walking, I saw a yellow ginkgo tree, the leaves can make tea, the fragrance is incomparable, and it can also cure diseases, clear away heat and diminish inflammation.

Not only these, but also many leaves have their own functions.

Nature is really an outstanding painter. He combines these clusters of red and flashing gold wonderfully and harmoniously, and shows them in front of people, which makes people linger and marvel.

I love the charming and fruitful autumn, and I love the autumn leaves even more.

Autumn leaves are picturesque, and the blue sky is dotted with white clouds, like a canoe sailing on the sea. In the morning, I was walking on the path. Suddenly, a few leaves flew down, swaying in the morning breeze and rising and falling. Autumn leaves are flying in the air, like butterflies and birds. Autumn leaves fall quietly on the ground, all over the floor. It is influenced by the sunshine in autumn and blown by the autumn wind. The breeze blew and the red maple leaves fluttered. Gradually, some red maple leaves fall with the wind, as if they were the shadows left by Miss Qiu. They seem to be reluctant to part with their mother's maple leaf and shake their hands from time to time. These maple leaves fly there like birds. Finally, they lay quietly on the grass. At the moment, I can't help but think of a poem written by the great poet Li Bai: Walking on the mountain. There are people in the depths of white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. Maple leaves are composed of petioles and veins. The handle of the maple leaf is red, and the shape of the leaf looks like a human hand. Its edge is a little prickly, and you can see it vaguely if you look closely. ...

Articles about Leaves The distant Woods are shining with faint green light, and the green leaves are gently shaken in the breeze, as if singing a beautiful song. A plane tree leaf floated to me gently, and I lovingly held it in my hand and observed it carefully.

In the sun, the plane leaves stand out. They are brown, like a pair of big green hands guiding people.

When the breeze blows, the sound of "rustling sand" is endless.

The plane tree leaves gently sway its petite body and dance on the branches, as if it would fall off carelessly.

It is sometimes like a strong guardian, standing on the branches, not afraid of the wind and rain, which makes people feel shocked.

The plane leaves in the sun are strong, and the plane leaves after the rain are soft. After the rain, the plane leaves look so green and lovely.

It's like taking a hot bath, full of energy.

The dark green leaves danced in the wind and rain, as if they were satisfied with their costumes. Some leaves curl together, just like a little girl's fluffy skirt, showing their beautiful side after the rain.

Some leaves are still rolling a few drops of water. From a distance, it looks like a few sparkling pearls on green jade. It's really wonderful! The plane leaves after the rain are soft, and the plane leaves after the fog are beautiful.

After the fog, the plane leaves are extremely beautiful. It is as petite as a newborn. There is a thin layer of water mist on the leaves, which gets wet when touched lightly. There are a few drops of water among the leaves. It is as petite as a newborn, with a thin layer of water mist on its leaves. Gently touch, there are a few drops of water in the middle of the leaves.

As long as the wind blows, the leaves will shake back and forth, just like the "baby" in the cradle. The wind can't blow, and it can't rain.

Wutongye, like a shy girl, refused to show up.

In late autumn, Ginkgo biloba autumn girl unconsciously brought the chill of late autumn.

The golden ginkgo garden is dazzling, just like laying a soft carpet on the ground, which is particularly beautiful.

Look! A gust of autumn wind blew, and the Ginkgo Garden fell from the tree like countless golden butterflies flying all over the sky.

The students shouted excitedly and chased the "Golden Butterfly" happily.

And those leaves hover in the air, sometimes flying to the sky, sometimes falling to the ground, as if playing hide-and-seek with everyone.

I feel extremely happy and happy inside. Autumn is really beautiful! I couldn't help bending down and picking up a fan-shaped leaf. I watched it again and again. Its unique leaf shape and beautiful colors are amazing-it's so cute! I carefully put it in the book as a permanent treasure.

The color of Ginkgo Garden is light green, which is different from the leaves of Fraxinus mandshurica. It consists of leaves and petioles, and there is a * * * wave at the top of its leaves. The whole looks like a fan.

Ginkgo orchards sprout every spring.

In summer, leaves grow into small fans.

In autumn, leaves fall like leaves of Fraxinus mandshurica. When the breeze blows, they chase and play like lovely butterflies. This scene is really intoxicating.

In winter, leaves that fall to the ground will be submerged by dust.

I love this cool late autumn, and I love this butterfly-like ginkgo leaf! ...

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