In the national disaster, the imitation composition is 300 words.

1. Write a short article entitled "Calling 300 words to call the world of mortals to come to the Millennium", leaving a little miss in my heart. It is not a dream to miss the poet Long song, sigh, reminisce about the lost Li Xian, turn over the poems and praise sincerely, and recite beautiful sentences. It's really a pity to forget.

It has been circulating for thousands of years, and now the soul of the nation is trembling, and I am also afraid. It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I'm mumbling and calling for poetry! Wait, look forward to the real cultural return, look forward to, look forward to the dross culture no longer flooding! One night's meditation, the confusion of the next day, the passage of time, and the sad burial, we can't forget that period of history: the pen tip gently rubbed the paper, full of knowledge let it soar, rippling in Suzhou and Hangzhou, listening to midnight poems echoing the bells, guarding the distance, chanting poems to show the heart is like steel, rejuvenating the beautiful scenery, singing the sky under your feet, lying idle and floating with thoughts. Get up early and be greedy for the dark, how fast you do it, and come back to write poems about Long song! We live too busy now, say a call poem! Confucian words have been splashed with ink so far, and famous sayings, such as Ganges sand and stones, are inexhaustible: "The river is red at sunrise, and the river is green as blue when spring comes."

Jiangnan scenery is all in it. Autumn is bleak, tangled and endless, all in "the leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, and I watch the long river always roll forward."

Loneliness and bitterness in Wutong are more drizzle and dusk. This time, what a sad sentence. "

There is no doubt between the lines. "After all, Qian Fan is not, and all the oblique photos are water."

Another way of saying it is "we want to fly in heaven, two birds grow together on the earth with one wing, two branches of a tree." The affection between men and women, lingering and firm, comes from an expression.

Really beautiful! We live too rough, swallow dates all day, say a call for poetry, and savor the beauty and goodness in it. In fact, poetry is not far away from us. We just look back in a hurry, and the years have passed. It is true that this is a culture that prevailed thousands of years ago, but it is precisely a treasure of China culture, a memory that we can't forget, and a national quintessence that we can't give up. Where is the soul of China? Say a call for poetry, because we are descendants of China, inheriting the wisdom of our ancestors and the precious poems they left behind.

Now the world is very chaotic, advocating secularity and desire. We can't live without this place. How can we resist if we don't want to blend in? Pick up the only pen left beside you and splash ink on the paper, and fight against nature and secularism with your own words! Say a call to poetry, use it to stick to your ideals, use it to continue your hope for the world, recite a few words when you are bored, and write poetry when you are happy, fast and wonderful! Say a call to poetry, so that the belly is no longer pale, and the fog in front of you is flickering. Inheriting the wisdom of ancestors makes the belly full of poetry and self-improvement! Say a call to poetry, let's pick up this beautiful wealth! Calling for honesty, embracing honesty and living truly are the challenges of life. The fate of dust is endless and we can't surpass it; We can't bear to slow down the heavy work.

Amid all the noise, we have a lot of originality in dealing with it. Proud banks cover up their inner humbleness, while powerful banks cover up the fragility of their will.

Bury your lover, but look around him; It is difficult for anyone to know the true meaning of a smile. In this way, honesty is thrown away at will, and truth is trampled on at will.

The young man who crossed the river abandoned honesty in the face of danger, which just shows the devaluation of honesty in today's society. In the morning, when you are in a good mood all day, you get on a crowded bus and smile at several girls next to you, and all you get is a vague sarcastic whisper. What you are lamenting at the moment is the difficulty of frank communication; When you are sitting around with your friends and talking about friendship, you suddenly find that the person around you who you have long regarded as a lifelong friend is the source of all your gossip. What makes you sad at this moment is the dilemma of honesty.

Surrounded by rows of tall buildings, you are often surprised by the desolation of honesty. However, there is often a feeling of loss.

Because after all, we really understand that only with wealth, beauty, honor and talent, life will be like a vast sand dune on the Gobi Desert. Only the embellishment of honesty will inject new green into the desert and turn the lonely smoke in the desert into a vibrant green paradise.

Let's call for honesty with our heart, let honesty become a ray of warm sunshine in front of your window in the morning, let honesty become a crisp bird song in your ear, let honesty become a red fire around you when you are cold, and let honesty become a shade above your head under the scorching sun. Calling for frankness with sincerity, I long for the eternal legend of Li Bai's "Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun", and I admire the simple and pure revolutionary friendship and feelings of the great revolutionary mentor Marx and Engels.

Call for honesty with your heart, let honesty become the criterion of your life, let your practice of honesty sprout a touch in your heart, and let your life get a carefree atmosphere because of honesty. Call for honesty, embrace honesty, and paint a bright color for your personality! Call for honesty, embrace honesty, and make the world full of spring and colorful because of honesty! Life that calls for freedom is precious, and the price of love is higher.

If you are free, you can throw both. In my dream, there is a huge space, where the sky is not static, it changes into the color I set for it at any time; Rainbow occasionally appears unexpectedly in the south; Snow-white walls are graffiti left by my whim; Without wings, I can fly with the wind ... this is my own world.

"What's the matter with you? The mid-term exam is coming, so I don't hurry to review, so I am not careful. " My mother suddenly broke my mind with a muffled roar, and I just came to my senses. Where is the sky? Where is the rainbow? It's exercise books and test questions.

In the dim light, the test paper in my hand is even paler. Alas, scholars have lost the freedom to learn.

Recently, in order to "meet" the mid-term exam, the review materials have been "smashed" all over, but we are struggling in the sea of questions. Even on weekends, I can't live without my homework.

Math, Chinese, English ... Why is the simple word free so easy to write, but it seems difficult to do it? Finally, it was "detonated" by a difficult math problem and rushed out.

Standing in front of the snack bar, I have three kebabs in my left hand and two cones in my right. I think this is freedom! When I passed the intersection, I saw a young man handing out leaflets. I took the flyer and thought, like this.

Please remember a blue rain umbrella. My vision was blocked by a blue rain umbrella for so long ... that blue is as clear as the sky.

When I was a child, when it rained, my mother always picked me up from school with a blue umbrella. My head is blue, my shoulders are blue, and everything I can see is a blue sky without rain. Later, on a rainy day, I looked up and talked to my mother, only to find that half of her sky was gray, and the wind mixed with raindrops fell into her gray sky. My mother's shoulders are wet, and the hair on my forehead is wet, but I am still in a blue rainless sky.

"Mom, the umbrella is crooked," I warned. "No, the umbrella is not crooked." Mother replied softly, and my eyes rested on the oblique umbrella handle. "It's true, the umbrella is crooked."

My mother stubbornly said, "No, really not ..." Later, when she grew up, she didn't want her mother to pick me up in rainy days. The blue umbrella faded year after year in the cupboard, and I once thought I had forgotten it. Maybe it's a coincidence, another rainy day and that blue umbrella. Under the umbrella, my mother and I hold an umbrella. I am about the same height as my mother.

My eyes unconsciously fell on the umbrella handle, and the scene was mixed with the scene when I was a child. My mother is shrouded in a blue rainless sky. My shoulders are wet and my hair is wet.

"The umbrella is crooked," my mother reminded me. "No, it's not crooked." "It's true, the umbrella is crooked," mom repeated.

"Mom, it's really not crooked, it's not." There was silence for a long time under the umbrella, but when I turned around, I caught a glimpse of the glittering water drops across my mother's face and cheeks.

The faded umbrella reappears the blue that was as clear as the sky before. Finally understand, for a long time, my mother propped up a rainy day for me. Now, I want to give my mother a happy day, although Meng Jiao said, but how much love for inches of grass won three blessings.

So my eyes were tied to the blue umbrella. I'm the one who fights under the lamp every night, and I'm the one who shuttles to the cram school every weekend ... all because of that tilted blue umbrella. That blue, clear as the sky, makes my eyes dare not move, never dare to move.

3. Imitate Beijing's Spring Festival composition of 300 words and write Fushun according to Beijing's old rules. The Spring Festival begins almost at the beginning of the twelfth lunar month.

"La Qibala, frozen to death in western Western jackdaw", which is the coldest time of the year. On Laba Festival, everyone cooks Laba porridge.

Porridge is made of all kinds of rice, beans and dried fruits. This is not porridge, but a small agricultural exhibition.

In addition, laba garlic will be soaked on this day. Put garlic cloves in vinegar, seal them, and serve as jiaozi for the New Year.

By the end of the year, garlic is soaked like jade, and vinegar has a spicy taste, which makes people want to eat more jiaozi. In Beijing, during the Spring Festival, every family eats jiaozi.

When children prepare for the Spring Festival, the first important thing is to buy mixed vegetables. This is made of peanuts, dates, hazelnuts and chestnuts mixed with candied fruit.

Children like to eat these odds and ends. The second important thing is to buy firecrackers, especially boys.

I'm afraid the third thing is to buy all kinds of things-kites, diabolos, harmonicas and so on. The children are happy and the adults are busy.

They must prepare everything they eat and drink for the New Year. They must also make new shoes and clothes for the children to show a new atmosphere in the new year.

Celebrating the New Year on the 23rd is almost a rehearsal for the New Year. In the old society, firecrackers sounded at every household in King of Man, and the paper image of the kitchen god was burned to ashes with the firecrackers, which was euphemistically called sending the kitchen god to heaven.

A few days ago, there were many people selling maltose and glutinous rice sugar in the street. The shape of sugar was rectangular or melon-shaped. According to the old saying, if the kitchen god has sugar stuck to his mouth, he will not report the bad things at home to the jade emperor when he goes to heaven.

Now, there are still selling sugar, but it is only for everyone to enjoy, and it is no longer confined to the mouth of the chef. After twenty-three, everyone will be busy, and the New Year will arrive in a blink of an eye.

Before New Year's Eve, every household should put up Spring Festival couplets and have a general cleaning, which is called general cleaning. Be sure to prepare enough meat, chicken, fish, vegetables and rice cakes for at least a week-according to the custom of * * * *, most shops in Wutianmen are closed until the sixth day of the first month.

If you don't prepare food for the next few days, it's not easy to make up temporarily. Also, in the old society, my mother said that it was unlucky to cut everything that should be cut on New Year's Eve, in order to save the knives from the first day to the fifth day of the first month.

This means superstition, but it also shows that we are really peace-loving people, and we don't even want to move a kitchen knife at the age of one. New Year's Eve is really lively.

Every family is scrambling to make new year's dishes, and there is wine and meat everywhere. Men, women and children all put on new clothes, put up red couplets outside the door, and put up various New Year pictures in the house. All the houses were lit all night, and guns were fired day and night.

People who work outside will go home for a family reunion dinner and worship their ancestors unless they have to. That night, no one slept except very young children, but everyone stayed up late.

The scene of New Year's Day is very different from that of New Year's Eve: on New Year's Eve, the street was crowded with people; On the first day of New Year's Day, all the shops put up wooden boards, and the firecrackers set off last night were piled in front of the door, and the whole city was resting. Men go out to visit relatives and friends before noon.

Women receive guests at home. At the same time, there are many temples open for people to visit inside and outside the city, and vendors set up stalls outside the temples to sell tea, food and various toys.

Dazhong Temple outside the North City, Baiyun Temple outside the West City and the Temple of Fire (Long Hall) in the South City are the most famous. However, the first two or three days after the opening of the temple were not very lively, because people were still busy celebrating each other's New Year and had no time and time.

On the fifth and sixth day of the fifth lunar month, the temple fair began to be beautiful, and the children went to visit it with great enthusiasm, in order to see the wild interests outside the city, ride donkeys and buy those unique toys for the New Year. There is a car race in the square outside Baiyun Temple. In the old days, it was said that there were camel races.

These competitions are not about who is the first and who is the second, but about performing the graceful postures and skills of mules, horses and riders in front of the audience. Most shops open their doors and set off firecrackers on the sixth day of June. From dawn to early morning, the sound of guns in the whole city continued.

Although it is open, everyone is not very busy except the shops selling food and other important daily necessities. The guys in the shop can take turns visiting temple fairs, flyovers and opera houses. Yuanxiao (Tangyuan) is on the market, and the new year's * * * is coming-Lantern Festival (the 13th to 17th day of the first month).

New Year's Eve is lively, but there is no moonlight; What about the Lantern Festival? It happens to be the bright moon in the sky. Decent New Year's Day. Bright red Spring Festival couplets are posted in front of every household, and people are wearing new clothes, but they are not beautiful enough.

Lantern Festival, lanterns are hung everywhere, and the whole street is as lively and beautiful as a happy event. Hundreds of lanterns are hung in famous old shops, some are all glass, some are all horns, and some are gauze lanterns; Some are colorful, and some are all the stories of painting a dream of red mansions or outlaws of the marsh.

At that time, it was also an advertisement; As soon as the light is hung, anyone can go shopping; Lighting candles in the light at night will attract more people. This advertisement is not vulgar.

Dried fruit shops do a lot of omnivorous business during the Lantern Festival, so they often make all kinds of ice lanterns, or make one or two green dragons with wheat seedlings to attract customers. Besides hanging lights, there are flowers in the square.

A judge at the stake was lit in the Town God Temple, and the flame spit out from the mouth, ears, nose and eyes of the judge's clay sculpture. Hang sky lanterns in the park and fly into the sky like a superstar.

Men and women come out to step on the moon, watch lights and watch fireworks; The people in the street were crowded and motionless. In the old society, women didn't go out easily, and they could get some freedom during the Lantern Festival.

Children buy all kinds of fireworks to set off, even if they don't go to the street to be naughty, they can still play with sound and light at home. There are also lights at home: lanterns-palace lanterns, all kinds of paper lanterns, and gauze lanterns, with Xiaoling inside, which will jingle when the time comes.

Everyone must eat dumplings, too. This is indeed a beautiful and happy day.

Blink of an eye, we arrived at the residual light temple. Students go to school and adults go to work as usual. The New Year ends on the 19th day of the first month. The twelfth lunar month and the first lunar month are the most leisure times for everyone in rural society, such as pigs, cows and sheep. They are all growing up, so everyone has to kill pigs and sheep after a year of hard work.

After the Lantern Festival, the weather turned warmer and everyone went to work again. Although Beijing is a city, it also celebrates the New Year with rural society. It's too noisy.

In the old society, Chinese New Year was inseparable from superstition. On New Year's Eve, the Laba porridge, Guandong sugar and jiaozi should respect the Buddha first, and then respect others.

4. Later, after a while, Qiu Yi chatted with others. Someone asked Qiu Yi, "How many apprentices do you have?" "There are two." "Which of them is better?" "I'll let them have a competition in a few days, and the result will be known." A week later, Qiu Yi said to his disciples, "You must have learned a lot by following me for so long. I want you two to have a game, so that you can have a good look at your study results. Winning or losing is not important. The important thing is that you both learn well. " Two people replied, "I see." So, the game began. At this time. The man who didn't concentrate on learning chess suddenly found that his chess had not improved, but with the passage of time, the gap between him and his classmates was very obvious. He made up his mind to catch up with his classmates. He lost the game and admitted his mistake to the teacher. The teacher forgave him and helped him make up lessons. He doesn't think about anything else in class. After class, he often looks for a chess score and studies hard even when he eats. Day after day passed. I finally caught up, don't fall behind again, or I will be more bitter! A few days later, the teacher gave them another game. He is not as upset as before, but "plays chess like a god" He finally beat his classmates. Many things happen. Nothing is impossible as long as he works hard.

5. Is this a 300-word imitation composition in the sixth lesson of Chinese in the fifth grade?

Among the texts I have studied, I like the article Fanka best. As long as I have time, I will take it out and read it again and again.

The author of Fanka received a letter from Fanka to his grandfather, describing Fanka's tragic life and reflecting the tragic fate of poor children in old Russia. Tears came to my eyes; Reading, I saw the tragic life scene of Fanka: I seemed to see a skinny little Fanka with bare feet; I seem to see the boss pumping Fanka with a belt, and the proprietress poking Fanka in the face with a fish mouth; I seem to see Fanka curled up in the aisle; I seem to see Fanka's sad call: "Dear Grandpa, have mercy and take me out of here and go home" ... This tragic scene, this sad call, I want to stab my heart with a sharp knife. I really want to get into the book, pick up Xiaofanka and say to him kindly, "Fanka, don't cry, I'll take you to grandpa!" " "But ... I can only meet him in my dream! Fanka lost the love of her relatives at such a young age. In her childhood, which was supposed to be full of happiness, she became an apprentice and lived a miserable life. How can Qionghaizi live in a capitalist society? It is a dead end at present. When we were as old as Fanka, we got the patient education and help from our teachers and the meticulous care from our parents. We are growing healthily and vigorously. Living in a socialist life, we are so happy compared with Fanka!

This is undoubtedly caused by different social systems. Fanka lives in a capitalist society. At that time, the working people lived a very poor and miserable life. How many poor children like Fanka endure pain and suffering? And we live in a socialist society, and the people are the masters of the country, so we children have become "flowers of the motherland". We should study hard and live up to the hopes of the party and the people.

Learning the text model card makes me love the socialist motherland more and cherish our hard-won life today.

6. Imitating the language of Lesson 8, Book 2, Grade 3, Li Guang's 300-word composition "Shooting a Tiger" was widely sought after. He saw a stone in the grass and thought it was a tiger, so he shot it, but the stone failed. Depending on it, the stone was also photographed because of its complexity, and it was impossible to re-enter the stone. Living in a county alone, he heard about tigers, so he tasted them and shot them himself. He also shot a tiger in right Beiping, and the tiger hurt widely and killed it widely.

-from Historical Records: The Biography of General Li Guang.

Pupils' composition-Li Guang hits the tiger composition-Li Guang hits the tiger composition.

Li Guang, a general of the Han Dynasty, is good at archery, with high martial arts. The arrow he shoots is very accurate.

One night, Li Guang went out hunting. Because of the hazy moonlight, misty clouds and staggered branches, he took a stone hidden in the grass a few meters away as a ferocious crouching tiger.

Li Guang did not hesitate to raise the bow, put the arrow on the string, and pulled it hard, only to hear the bow "quack" and the string stretched tightly. Li Guang held her breath and aimed at the target. As soon as she let go, the arrow flew to the "tiger" in lightning speed. Just listen to the sound of "poof", the arrow has hit the "tiger" impartially. Li Guang hurriedly stepped forward to check, only to find that it was just a stone, not a tiger. But his arrow has been deeply inserted in the gap, leaving only the arrow feather still trembling in the wind.

7. Imitate "Qinyuan Spring and Snow" and write an article "Qinyuan Spring and Spring", which is faint for thousands of years, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the moon is in the sky.

Ask Chinese people, when will they fly to Han Xuan?

There is no choice but to go to war, and it will be difficult to destroy that broken wall in the years to come.

Chang 'e complained, but she was sad, tearful and lonely.

A vast and cold season. The scenery of the world has changed.

I think back to the war, the hero was pacified, the four fields were conquered, and the national movement was finally complete.

Ropes are put up, jade poles are hung high, and Jiuquan is out of the Milky Way.

Ascend to Shenzhou VI, shine with stars and shoot arrows at the sky.

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It is said that Ciba is the first hand, although Su Xin can't resist it.

At the beginning, there were thousands of people in the north, and the frozen snow was still and moving.

Reading words is always magnificent, and the virtual and the real are imaginative.

There is movement in the mountain dance, and the red skirt is so enchanting.

Intertextuality metaphor and personification are neat and gorgeous.

How clever the transition is, countless heroes struggle to bend their backs.

Cherish the word seems illogical, first suppress and then promote the present.

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Qinyuanchun

Rain cleans makeup,

Trim your eyebrows and clear your eyes,

Inch blue and thick.

At the end of the world,

Clusters of tobacco trees,

On one side of the pond,

Facing hibiscus

Hundreds of birds inhabit this land,

Two or three geese,

Sometimes there is a flute.

In the sunset,

The green curtains are half-rolled,

East of the bridge.

When will beauty meet again?

Asked if you would like to carry wine on a boat.

Laugh all your life,

Heart like iron,

Middle-aged and elderly people,

The two temples became a canopy.

Lotus plants and vegetables,

Harvest rice with a sickle,

And send it in the pictures of the western suburbs.

Looking back,

Looking at the five lakes gull heron,

Worry is tolerant.

8. The composition of a great man in my mind should be described carefully, not less than 300 words. The composition in senior high school was written by Qu Yuan.

The great man in my mind

Twilight bit the lips of the night, and crimson blood splashed the clouds on the horizon, as if dreaming every year, sprouting every year.

In my dream, a clear cry broke the silence as time drew near. He comes from a noble family and must be "alone in the Soviet Union and not cross-flow. God endowed him with the beauty of Watson.' If you want to leave the river and be modest, I think Qiu Lan is admirable. The silk robe can't wrap his extraordinary character of "nothing to ask for, it's hard to move". His appearance is like the coast, and he is outstanding. Then.

In my dream, San Lv, the official doctor, made up his mind to get rid of the disadvantages, explain the laws and regulations internally, empower the virtuous, unite the weak to resist the strong, and be loyal to rejuvenating the country. He touched countless people with his insistence on "knowing what not to do". That night, the emotional tide surged.

In the dream, the reins bound his bloody body, but not his firm will. The slanderer seems to have shattered his dream, but he has also strengthened his progress. Jin Liu, by the Xiangjiang River in Yuan, listened to his motto "The sun and the moon don't drown suddenly, but in the spring and autumn" and cherished time. He fought against all evil forces with unshakable strength and looked calm and relaxed. That night, I was still laughing.

In my dream, Yingdu fell, and half a pot of turbid wine was overturned on the bank of Miluo River. Ragged clothes show a little melancholy in the wind, and my hair hangs down quietly, as if to resist falling tears. The days of "discussing state affairs with you when you enter, meeting with you when you leave, and dealing with princes" have passed, and he has no regrets. He lifted up his eyes and looked up to heaven, unable to return to heaven, in order to maintain inner peace.

In my dream, a person is carrying the tombstone of Chinese civilization in China, the spiritual moon of Chinese descendants. People use zongzi to safeguard his dignity and supreme glory during the Dragon Boat Festival. Liu Wei said: Without Qu Yuan, I can't see the feeling of Li Sao. That night, my heart moved with him.

9. Write a composition about my hometown. Imitate the 300-word composition of Three Gorges Autumn. My hometown is not a famous tourist attraction, and there are no beautiful green hills. However, there is a small river. I love my hometown deeply, and I love that river even more.

When I was a child, that river occupied almost all my childhood life.

The river in spring is shy. Every spring, everything recovers, the ice in the river slowly melts, and the figure of fish gradually emerges. There is a layer of green things on the shore. After a careful look, I suddenly realized that it was the grass that showed its lovely little head. A row of weeping willows on the shore also pulled out new branches. At that time, our friends could only play by the river, but they were afraid to go into the water.

This river is very beautiful in summer. In late spring and early summer, this river became our paradise. In the morning, standing by the river, lush grass and colorful wild flowers are our best playmates. Pick some small flowers from the grass and put them in the hair room, and stir the crystal dew on the grass leaves with your little hands. Occasionally, butterfly girls fly lightly. At this time, we will chase the little butterfly back and forth, and occasionally step on a bright little splash on the open space on the shore, splashing all over our face, but we are very happy. At noon, I just jumped into the arms of the river to catch fish and shrimp, watching groups of fish swim happily in the water, but I couldn't catch any. Just as we were having a good time, our parents called for lunch, cursing as they walked: "You shouldn't play with water …" Nevertheless, our hearts are sweet. At night, when the sun goes down, people come to the trees by the river to enjoy the cool. At this time, the river becomes more charming and moving. The sunset reflected its face, and she was so beautiful.

10. Spring Zhu Ziqing's imitation composition 300 Looking forward to it, looking forward to it, as flocks of geese fly south, the footsteps of autumn are approaching.

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The grass is turning yellow gradually. In the gardens and fields, large areas are all golden. Autumn leaves falling from the branches are scattered on the ground, like a golden carpet. Walking on it makes a clear sound, which makes me have a special liking.

Flowers that once competed in spring are also lazy at this time and have no intention of being compared with the United States. But in autumn, they are not unique. He wrote that flowers that are not afraid of wind and frost are still brilliant. There is a faint fragrance in the autumn wind.

Autumn wind washes your heart, nature stirs your heart, yes, words to your mother fill your heart. A burst of autumn wind blows through your heart, blowing away your fidgety mood and bringing you the joy of harvest. There are light birds singing in the grass, one after another, and the sound of waves bursts, accompanied by the cool autumn wind, as melodious as running water, reaching my ears. That shallow song, as if the nature is far away and near, is cool, soothing and intoxicating.

Autumn rain is delicate, like a melody; Autumn rain is cold but not cold, like a bend in Leng Yue; Autumn rain is not sad or lonely, but it exudes a kind of aura and misses the spirit of autumn. Parents and children snuggle up to each other on the road, they are afraid of getting wet, and you are also afraid of getting wet; Children will trample and play in the rain, and splashing water lines will wash away the luxury of the world. Rain fell on the umbrella, rustling sound, it flowed down the umbrella handle, fell to the ground, splashed, and then infiltrated into the soil. See the dark clouds slowly disperse, the sun shows light, then the autumn blue, quiet blue.

In autumn, the whole world is dyed yellow, and autumn is busy. The farmers smiled from ear to ear at the heavy fruit, and the joy and hope that could not be concealed in the simple smile. People in the city are not idle. They are very happy. Every family, old and young, come out to enjoy the beautiful scenery, relax, see autumn scenery and do their own thing. "Don't bother. A harvest. " Once everyone worked hard and sweated for it, in exchange for the harvest, full of joy.

Autumn is like a giant lion just waking up, shaking off its bleak body and running.

Autumn is like a teenage girl, and the clear sky is like her pure and beautiful heart.

Autumn is like a strong young man, propping up a blue sky with his arms and opening up a new road for us.