How to write a composition of more than 350 words in autumn in my hometown?

Hometown Autumn 300 Composition Grade Three (1)

The hot summer passed in a hurry and ushered in the autumn when the sky was high and the clouds were light.

The earth put on a golden sweater. The leaves turned from green to yellow and tottered from the tree. Finally, the leaves slowly floated down, like a few colorful butterflies flying in the wind, covering the earth. Clusters of maple leaves are red, and the sky is bluer without a cloud.

Crops are ripe, corn and rice planted in spring are ripe, and there are bumper harvests everywhere. Farmers turned from working with their backs to loess to harvesting crops with a rumbling harvester, and farmers laughed everywhere. What a wonderful picture and sound!

The weather is getting colder every day. Children's clothes have changed from short sleeves to long sleeves, and shorts have changed into trousers. My friends and I helped my grandparents do farm work in the countryside, cutting corn, digging peanuts, picking vegetables and drying millet. Although we are tired, we are happy. Looking at these fruits transformed from my labor, I don't want to mention how happy I am. I know I have the ability to work.

I love autumn in my hometown!

Autumn in my hometown 300 composition grade three (2)

My hometown is Jianning Junkou Town, Lianxiang, which is the first town in Zhengxi, Minjiang River. Thanks to the good policies of reform and opening up in recent years. Rows of high-rise buildings have been built, and there are many shops on the new street. Every household has a color TV and a motorcycle, and many families have bought cars. The town has undergone earth-shaking changes, which is amazing.

The resources in the mountains have been shipped out, and the people in the mountains have become the pioneers of the trend. Many people became millionaires. The town has become new and beautiful, and household appliances have been upgraded. Farmers participated in social security and medical insurance, and the people lived a happy life. Once the path became a wide avenue, and the famous Minjiang source pedestrian street was built in the town.

One day in autumn, my father and I went back to our hometown to visit our parents. Along the way, I saw the grass on the roadside withered and yellow, and the wicker hung its proud head sadly. The water in the stream becomes very shallow and crystal clear, and you can see the sparkling sand at the bottom. I seem to see the old sun in the sky smiling at me like a child.

The fields are golden, the rice is waving golden waves in the autumn wind, and the farmers are singing harvest songs. Harvest those golden rice. The blue sky is blank, and the clouds float freely into the distance. The geese are flying south quickly, and I am waving to them. ...

Autumn scenery in the countryside is really beautiful, so beautiful that people can't leave!

Autumn in my hometown 300 composition grade three (3)

My hometown is charming all the year round, with flowers in full bloom in spring, trees in summer, fruitful results in autumn and cold winds howling in winter. But I like autumn in my hometown best.

In autumn in my hometown, the sky is particularly blue, like a painting, and the air is particularly fresh, as if it had been filtered. Not to mention the fields. From a distance, the rice fields in Huang Chengcheng are churning with golden waves, just like brilliant rosy clouds falling in the fields. Near, I can see that the rice is ripe, heavy, heavy, and the rice can't hold back. But they still sway with the wind, as if dancing for the golden autumn.

There is an orchard in Xishan. That orange is like a hunchbacked old man, with a heavy orange hanging on the tree and bent over. The orange is so beautiful, like a little girl's face and like a lantern. It's really delightful. Look at the world-famous Peng Da Orange, how dazzling it is in Huang Chengcheng. Here you can smell the fragrance of fruit floating from the western hills.

Chrysanthemums are everywhere, and chrysanthemums are competing to open. You see, some of those gorgeous flowers are as red as fire; Some are as yellow as gold; Some are as white as jade; Some show serious expressions. They are various and graceful. Amazingly, when the flowers wither, they are proudly in full bloom, showing great vitality. How noble it is to be proud of snow and fight against the cold!

I love autumn, and I love autumn in my hometown!