Autumn in my eyes

Autumn in my eyes is 1 autumn, although it has no flowers and birds in spring; Not as vibrant and prosperous as summer; There is no makeup in winter, but there is a special beauty-silent dedication.

In autumn, Grandpa Tree's leaves are like children, wearing yellow clothes. When the wind blows, the leaves fall like a yellow light rain. The ground is covered with yellow leaves, like a carpet in Huang Chengcheng. When the wind passes quietly on the carpet, it will make a rustling sound. I looked up and found the geese flying south in a line.

Autumn is the harvest season. The rice in the field is ripe. Seen from a distance, it looks like a golden ocean. Heavy millet grows on the slender rice stalks, and it seems that millet is enjoying the joy of harvest, bending over with laughter. A bunch of purple crystal grapes hung all over the branches. Red persimmons, like red lanterns, shake and shake, bringing coolness in autumn. Autumn is really a pleasant Harvest figure. A scenery in autumn is chrysanthemums. Lovely chrysanthemums are in full bloom, colorful: white in yellow, black in purple, yellow in pink, flawless ... Chrysanthemums have different postures, some are in bud, some are holding their heads high, some are graceful, some are competing with each other, some are in various poses, and some are shy ... Look at me, I look at you, as if I have participated in a chrysanthemum altar.

Autumn night, there is a sinking aesthetic feeling, and the moonlight shines into my room again. This moment of beauty has long been fixed in my heart and in my life. I never imagined that this natural beauty was separated from nobility and prosperity, leaving only simplicity and elegance. Autumn, beautiful season, harvest season, golden season; As desirable as the spring when flowers are in full bloom; As enthusiastic as a hot summer day; As charming as a snowy winter.

This is autumn in my eyes!

In my eyes, Wan Li, with a clear sky of 20,000 Li in autumn, came to Santaishan Park to attend Xiao He's outdoor class. I am very happy!

Approaching Santaishan Park, I was attracted by the beautiful scenery. The mountains are shaded by trees, birds fly freely in the sky, white clouds are blooming and the blue sky is long.

Miss Tu Tu asked us to form three groups, one with her, one with Miss Katie and one with Miss Cotton Candy. On the third floor of the stairs, there are dancers jumping passionately. Look at that figure, how beautiful it is!

In Santai Mountain, squirrels jump around like naughty children. Pieces of fallen leaves crossed the head and fell to the ground. Parents talk behind their backs and sometimes burst into laughter. Walking, I came to a small pond. Looking around, the breeze blows gently and the lake ripples. The dead dandelion swayed gently, and looking to the left, the big stones were irregularly placed. There are beautiful and tall maple trees on the green space, and red "little palms" are hung on the trees. Sister chlorophytum naughtily climbed onto brother Shi.

After the performance, the teacher gave each of us a collection bag. The teacher said, "Let's take this collection bag to collect something that represents autumn nearby, put it in the bag, and meet in the same place after 30 minutes." We parted ways and started collecting. I saw a leaf with a red top and a green bottom, and I quickly picked it. The leaves in front are like handfuls of "small fans". Suddenly I smelled a charming fragrance, and when I got closer, I saw that it was osmanthus. Time is up, and we are back at the rendezvous point. Teacher Tu Tu gave us an award, and our group won the first place, and so did the marshmallow group.

Today's outdoor class is really interesting! If there is an opportunity, I will attend.

In my eyes, autumn is the four seasons of the year, and my favorite is autumn. Because when Sister Xia left quietly, Teacher Qiu always came to the world slowly with magical brushes and paints. Look! She came and brought us colorful scenery.

In the forest, the young trees were very happy when they heard that Miss Qiu was coming. They are preparing to step down from their green clothes and stand there quietly, waiting for the arrival of Miss Qiu. Soon, Miss Qiu came. She floated gracefully to the little tree and said, What a lovely little tree! I really want to make friends with you. I'll dress you up beautifully. Would you like to? The young trees said: it is our greatest honor to make friends with you. So, Miss Qiu gently put a golden cloak on the young tree. In an instant, the young trees are all brand-new and shiny.

The little flowers in the garden also heard of Miss Qiu's arrival, hiding in the warm grass every day and carefully combing the petals. Miss Qiu came. They all straightened up, raised their heads, unfolded their petals and looked at Miss Qiu with a smile. Teacher Qiu also smiled happily. She stroked the flower's head with soft hands, and the fluttering ribbon rubbed the flower's face intimately, waving her magical brush and carefully sketching. In a blink of an eye, the chrysanthemum wore a yellow gauze skirt, and the osmanthus wore a white pearl necklace-they were full of energy, emitting refreshing fragrance from time to time. Flower watchers can't wait to say hello to Miss Xiang Qiu.

Miss Qiu came to the farmland again. She easily raised the brush and touched it with her heart: the rice turned golden yellow, and the full ears of rice almost bent; Sorghum blushes like a shy little girl; Corn also put on gorgeous armor, as if a warrior who traveled long distances wanted to release all the energy in his life. This coke broke the farmers' uncles, who enjoyed the joy of harvest and showed a gratified smile on their unpretentious faces.

This is autumn in my eyes, a season that can bring people hope and harvest. Now I'm holding hands with Miss Qiu, walking into that magical door and writing colorful autumn scenery.

In my eyes, the autumn of April, wearing a golden suit, quietly came to us with light steps.

The high sky is as blue as water, as blue as a river, as blue as a blue silk, as a sapphire washed by clear water, with many fine white clouds fluttering constantly, like small fish swimming in the sea, really like a beautiful ink painting!

Maple leaves in autumn are really beautiful! They are different in shape, some like our delicate little palms, some like small parachutes, and some like flippers of ducklings ... Every leaf on the maple tree is red, which makes people's hearts boil from a distance, like brilliant sunglow, like the burning Olympic flame, which dyed the sky red and lit up the whole world. The breeze brushed my face and made a rustling sound, as if there were a pair of small hands clapping and cheering, making them all red. Occasionally a few maple leaves fall, just like a red butterfly dancing. Looking at such a grand occasion, I can't help but think of Du Mu, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers", which is the most timely.

The fields in autumn are really lively! There is a bumper harvest everywhere. Rice is as yellow as carpet. The breeze blew, and it bent down, as if thanking the farmers' uncles for their parenting. Soybean shook its pod and smiled as if to say, "The farmer's uncle raised us, and now we can finally repay them. "The farmer's uncle is busy harvesting rice. Although he worked hard, he was all smiles, because they were proud of their efforts and the fields were cheering. It's too noisy!

Autumn in my eyes is beautiful, full of harvest, colorful, full of vitality and gratitude. I especially like autumn.

This is the autumn in my heart!

Autumn is a common season all year round in my eyes, but it has a unique beauty in my heart! Look! Autumn comes to this world quietly with golden color and light footsteps. Then let me show you the beauty of autumn!

When you walk into the park, you will see golden leaves jumping around like naughty elves, and from time to time climb to the top of the tree and wink at your friends, making them laugh! Naughty Miss Feng also came to join in the fun. She smiled and blew the autumn leaf doll at something, while Miss Feng was still laughing gloatingly! You see, there are also those lush chrysanthemums in the park, clusters, full of fragrance, different styles and competing for beauty! They are different from other flowers. In the autumn season, they are proud of the frost and still bloom proudly despite the cold!

Walking into the rice fields, you will find that. Huang Chengcheng's rice is full of grains, swaying with the wind, emitting a refreshing fragrance, as if covered with a layer of gold. Golden wheat, glittering and fragrant, is particularly noble in the sun. Red sorghum, red as fire, like countless torches, reflects the sky!

When you walk into the orchard, you will smell the fragrance of floating fruits, such as red apples, crystal clear grapes, pears in Huang Chengcheng and so on. Look, how lively the orchard is! Pears play handstands with their partners like naughty children! But some children didn't pay attention and fell down. Regardless of her image, Miss cherry played a three-legged race in pairs. Small grapes also get together and chat happily.

Autumn is lively, golden and joyful! Autumn brings us warmth and joy of harvest. Ah! I love autumn, and I love this beautiful world!

Autumn 6 in my eyes is gentle, and autumn is coming. Following the footsteps of autumn, I came to Caofeidian Wetland Park again to find the autumn in my eyes.

Autumn here is not fiery red, golden or colorful. In summer, the endless green ocean is now white. This is a reed flower, a reed flower like snow. Looking around, I am performing my wonderful dance in the cool autumn wind. In this late autumn when maple leaves are falling, lonely and amazing reed flowers quietly bloom in the autumn wind. Because it is late autumn, she will inevitably resist loneliness with a proud attitude; Because it is as white as snow and as light as snow, the posture of leaving is so elegant and decisive. The wind is coming, blow her up. Gently floating, like a farewell snowflake, dancing gracefully and drifting away.

Luhua is as smart as snow, but not narcissistic; Reed flowers, not stunning, not eye-catching, but unforgettable. Reed flowers are like this. In silence and awe, they bloom so calmly and so enthusiastically! Quietly floating on that reed pole, like an elf in late autumn, breathtaking.

Walk beside her and watch her swaying in the wind. I envy her graceful and flawless, and I prefer her tenacity in spite of the wind and rain. If you want to be a plant, be a reed in the autumn wind! Late autumn, dressed in a plain clothes, open-minded, standing on the edge of autumn, singing softly with a pool of autumn water!

Oh, beautiful reed flowers! This wetland, this late autumn, gave birth to you; And you, also decorated this wetland, this autumn, decorated a childlike dream!

This is autumn in my eyes, not colorful, but decorated a colorful world!

In my eyes, the autumn wind blows gently, the Ye Er falls gently, and the river is cool, quiet and bright. The hot summer is like a badminton, which is finally played out by an unskilled person. Autumn is also a badminton. Look, it is flying lightly.

In my eyes, autumn is red. In the autumn fields, there is a bumper harvest everywhere. The farmer's uncle holds golden and lovely rice in his hand, red sorghum in his basket and sweet corn in his cart. Their faces are grinning and laughing happily, like the bright sun. Look! Thick gurgling smoke has emerged from several cigarette holders, so I guess I can't wait to taste this year's new rice! Look at the village head, there is a grand harvest ceremony, and there is a harvest competition at the ceremony. The winner can get a vat of freshly squeezed peanut oil. So, it is red.

In my eyes, autumn is green. Juicy and delicious fruits are hung on fruit trees: grapes, apples and pears are everyone's favorites, how mouth-watering they are. However, the green leaves on fruit trees are the favorite of farmers' uncles. They all take care of the fruit trees with only green leaves, hoping that the fruit trees will grow some leaves. Fortunately, when winter comes, fruit trees will get more "natural fertilizers", be healthier and harvest more fruits next year! So, it is green.

In my eyes, it is not golden. Autumn is a symbol of harvest, which brings happiness to everyone and is also the most vigorous moment of fruit trees. It is golden, but more vibrant. Is gold too rigid and narrow? Therefore, I think autumn is not as fragile as gold.

In my eyes, autumn is colorful, what about you?

Autumn in My Eyes 8 In my eyes, Ke Yan Scenic Area is a beautiful place with grotesque shapes, various stones and some unique buildings. Many scenery there left a deep impression on me, among which the most unforgettable is the small fish in the river. They left a clear impression on me.

I remember that time, my family and my uncle went to Ke Yan scenic spot. We are very happy, running around inside. Suddenly, I found that the clear river was full of goldfish. I also saw people beside me throwing a bag of things into the water. I think it should be fish food! I took all the bread and biscuits from my mother's hand, sat on the ground, tore off the bread bit by bit and put it into the water. These fish are attracted by my food and compete for seats in front of me! When I waved my hand, the fish thought I had thrown the food out and swam around in the water as if looking for their own food. In fact, I still hold the bread tightly in my hand! I have divided all the food in my hand, and I think the fish should be full, too! I went somewhere else to play with my family.

Every time I go to Ke Yan scenic spot, there are different changes. In spring, birds and flowers are fragrant in Ke Yan scenic spot, and everything is revived. The fish is still waiting for us in the water.

It's very hot in summer, so tourists who go there hide under leaves and refuse to go out for fear of getting sunburned.

In autumn, the trees planted in Ke Yan Scenic Area are full of fruits, and there is a faint fruit fragrance. In winter, it is covered with snow and the river freezes. ...

I like everything in Ke Yan scenic spot, especially the small fish frolicking in the river and the grotesque rocks.

Autumn in my eyes 9 The hot summer has passed and the cool autumn has come.

"If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap 10,000 seeds in autumn." The fields are full of ripe rice. The ears of grain and rice stalks are so heavy that they can't lift their heads, just like an old man bent down with laughter. A gust of autumn wind blew and set off golden rice waves. Sunflowers that have spent their youth are mature, and they always bear full fruits in the sun's disk-sunflower seeds. At this time, the sunflower bowed its head modestly, as if to suggest to people that it is time to harvest.

In the orchard in the distance, persimmons are as red as fire; Grapes are like a string of purple pearls; Pomegranate happily opened their hearts. Some of them grinned and some even burst their stomachs. Gem-like pomegranate seeds are scrambling to look at this colorful world. People passing by are salivating.

In the garden not far away, chrysanthemums of various shapes are blooming in the autumn wind. Red is better than flame, white is as bright as Sesshū Tōyō, and pink is as gorgeous as clouds ... Wave after wave of attractive fragrance comes to my face, searching for fragrance, and I find several tall osmanthus trees scattered among dense branches and leaves, with yellow flowers like broken gold and small flowers in Huang Chengcheng, full of branches and clusters.

In the blue sky, all kinds of clouds are floating in the air, sometimes like lions, sometimes like deer, sometimes like horses ... The geese in neat rows are flying south. Oh! They are going to the warm south for the winter!

Ah! Autumn is so beautiful, I love this crisp autumn!

Teacher's comments:

The author writes autumn scenery in fields, orchards and gardens clearly, and the spatial order is clear. At the same time, the article uses a lot of metaphors, personification, parallelism and other techniques to vividly describe autumn scenery and show us a beautiful picture with rich colors. At the end of the article, I expressed my deep love for autumn directly.

Autumn in my eyes 10 Last Saturday morning, the sun had not yet fully risen, and the blue sky indicated that it would be sunny today. My father drove us to the foot of Lingyan Mountain.

From a distance, the forests all over the mountain are yellow, green and red. Walk along the winding path to the mountain. At this time, the autumn is already strong, and the buttonwood tree has yellowed. They are like thin old people. Although they are old, they still contribute the last strength, flapping on the ground and sending the last nutrients to their roots, making them more prosperous in their later years.

The bamboo forest halfway up the mountain is still so green and high, and other trees have withered and withered. However, they have great vitality and always add greenery to the mountains, just as our parents tirelessly contribute their strength to the family and society.

Not far from the top of the mountain, red maple leaves attracted me. They are like children's smiling faces, waving to us as if to imagine the future.

Lingyan Mountain in autumn is full of poetry and painting, and Yangcheng Lake in autumn has a unique flavor. In the afternoon, my father took us down to the exit of Yangcheng Lake, and we smelled the smell of hairy crabs from a distance. At this time, the hairy crabs are plump and delicious. When the meat in the pliers is gently sucked, the full crab meat enters the mouth and the crab shell is forcibly opened. The overflowing crab roe makes people drool. The streets are crowded, and most of them are foreign tourists. They add a beautiful scenery to the autumn in Suzhou.

Suzhou is colorful in autumn and fat in autumn. I like autumn, especially in Suzhou.

Autumn in my eyes is 1 1 autumn, without lingering in spring, fanaticism in summer and indifference in winter. With the autumn wind, autumn comes to the world with small steps.

When I came to the endless field, the rice in the field turned golden yellow. From a distance, it looks like a golden ocean, reflecting the sky, the sky turns golden, the clouds turn golden, the birds turn golden, and the birds turn golden. A gust of wind blew, and layers of waves appeared on this golden ocean, which made people intoxicated. "hey!" "hey!" There was a cry in the distance. It was the farmer's uncle harvesting wheat. Their faces are permeated with happy smiles.

Across the field, I came to a small lake. The sun shone on the lake, shining with golden light, which was particularly eye-catching. I rowed the boat alone, floating on the lake, enjoying the green lake, stroking the tiny waterline and listening to the cantata of willow "rustling sand", all of which made people feel extremely comfortable. By the lake, children are counting the eggs of wild ducks among reeds, chasing the fish in the water and learning the songs of birds loudly in the trees. This series of "giggles" added infinite fun to the scenery of the small lake. ...

Walking, I came to the vast forest. Tall maple trees are dyed red, and sharp branches are like burning flames. The tall and straight pine trees are still so green, just like soldiers in military uniforms guarding the hills. The ginkgo tree that loves beauty dyed its hair golden yellow, as if to show off its beauty. This fiery red, turquoise and golden color is a huge palette, which makes the forest colorful. The little squirrel began to get busy, jumping up and down among the pine trees, looking for food for the winter. Birds are chirping in the forest as if they were competing with each other.

Autumn is not as colorful as spring, as colorful as business in summer and as colorful as winter, but it also has its unique beauty. Ah! Autumn is so beautiful, I love autumn!

Autumn in my eyes is 12 autumn, a golden season, a harvest season and a happy season. In autumn, there are geese flying by, chrysanthemum branches, bright sunshine, bleak autumn wind, lingering rain, harvest and hard joy.

I like autumn, and I like autumn fields. Walking in the field is like being in a golden fairy tale world. Looking around, a large area of wheat is like a heat wave, releasing all the energy in life, so warm and noisy. However, the farmers' uncles were very happy, and their unpretentious faces showed sweet smiles. Cut, cut, they showed the joy of harvest. Hit, hit, hit.

I like autumn, and I like the Woods in autumn. Standing in the Woods, Miss Qiu sent a burst of autumn, as if giving her a piece of affection. In the beautiful sea, I suddenly felt very small, but before my eyes, I saw a monster. Sometimes they are silent, and sometimes they make a chilling roar. It's really scary to mix the sounds of trees.

Looking back, this maple forest with red leaves and five-pointed stars dyed the sky red and covered the mountain gate with a red windbreaker. Those five-pointed stars are as red as fire, as red as sunset and as red as the sun. They always greet the arrival of autumn with exuberant life and report the news of autumn to mankind. composition

The autumn wind is bleak, and Miss Qiu plays games with all kinds of trees. It plays games with the willow, and the green crown of the willow gradually turns yellow. It turned out that Miss Qiu dyed them yellow. Miss Qiu was very naughty. Miss Qiu came to play with the pine and cypress, but the pine and cypress were as motionless as soldiers guarding the border, with so firm eyes and so serious expression. Miss Qiu said goodbye to the pines and cypresses and came to the Maple Building. Autumn girl sings touching songs and maple trees dance. The dance is beautiful.

I love autumn, I like autumn Woods, autumn Woods in my eyes. Autumn in my eyes is the season of labor, harvest and bumper harvest.

Autumn in my eyes 13 After the petals of summer wither, before the snowy winter comes, autumn, you come quietly and quietly.

When the rain is no longer pouring down boldly, when the trees are no longer green and cold, when the sun is no longer so hot, when the wind is no longer so hearty and laughing, it is you who come, and I know you.

Autumn rain is the tears of a gentle woman. Summer is not willful and unreasonable, and autumn quietly cries. The lingering tears turned into a wisp of sadness, "cutting constantly." Why? It's probably because of the wild geese who can't bear to leave. Autumn wants to soak their feathers with tears and keep their hurried steps.

Some people say that green is the most beautiful color in nature, but I have my own spectrum in my heart. How can green compare with the bright red of the sun?

I want to praise the ginkgo and maple trees in that autumn.

Almost overnight, the greedy sunshine of ginkgo biloba and maple leaves poured into Ye Er's short life forever. Every time I see the splendor of that place, I am amazed. I will stand on tiptoe and dance lightly between them; I will bend down to "be lucky" with some beautiful leaves. I sigh that autumn has given them that touching beauty, and I feel sorry for the leaves: they will turn into spring mud and sink into boundless soil again. But I envy them ambitiously, you say, how wonderful it feels to fly down and dance in the air, with a lifetime bet?

I will stop under a tree in the romantic fairy tale season in autumn, close my eyes, and let the sunshine jump and fantasize on my face, turn into a furry leaf and gently jump down from the branch. ...

In autumn, I look up at the sky, untouchable, blue and innocent; I close my eyes and feel the autumn wind gently brushing my cheeks; I touch the autumn stream, cool, touching my skin, as if to convey a clang; I looked at the sun bravely, but it just smiled warmly and stopped hurting my eyes. In autumn, I stopped crying.

It's going to snow, and autumn is leaving. I can do "things come to my heart", and you, when autumn leaves, I feel disappointed and lonely "things go to my heart" ...

Autumn in my eyes is 14 autumn, which always seems to make people feel resentful in the poet's pen. Falling leaves make people homesick, Mid-Autumn Festival reunion makes people homesick, and on the Double Ninth Festival, everyone is "planted" with Cornus officinalis, but he is "alone". Even an autumn moon, accompanied by a chilling breeze, will make people "sink back, I suddenly think of home." "The sunset is like blood, heartbroken people are in the end of the world", "The autumn wind is bleak, and the jade will pass forever". However, different moods naturally lead to different scenery. Autumn in adults' eyes is cold, but autumn in my eyes is vibrant and exciting!

Autumn fruits always attract children, such as shiny oranges, juicy grapes and attractive apples ... all of which we like. It seems that those hanging on trees and vines are not fruits, but fragrant amethyst and agate-how precious they are to us. They just hung there quietly, and we stood quietly in the field and looked at them-"which is the best?" Everyone is thinking in their hearts.

The best is autumn rain! After picking enough fruits and collecting a lot of leaves, I look forward to the autumn rain. "One autumn rain and one cold, ten autumn rains need to wear cotton"! It rained a dozen times, and winter came. As soon as the snow falls, oh! Something to play with. Every time the autumn rain falls, our hearts are full of joy and we count it several times. This rain is not strong ... autumn rain is much more fierce than spring rain, which is soft, like inheriting the tenderness of snow, and autumn rain is fierce, which continues the fierceness of fire. A drop of rain smashed a small pit, and dozens of drops of rain smashed a small mud pit.

Children are always naive, and I am about to say goodbye to my childhood. One day, autumn will be less lovely and sad in my eyes! I cherish every minute of innocence and collect the last bit of innocence. Autumn rain is coming again, and familiar joy comes to mind. Several friends smiled at each other and stood in the rain with umbrellas. ...

In my eyes, white clouds are floating in the 15 sapphire sky in autumn. Some of them are like cotton, some are like cute little sheep, and a flock of geese fly south. They will be zigzag one minute and zigzag the next. It's fall here.

In my eyes, autumn is like a painter who accidentally knocks over a paint box. Red dyes maple leaves red, yellow dyes ginkgo leaves yellow, and green dyes pine forests green. I walked into the golden ginkgo forest and thought: Before long, the golden ginkgo leaves will fall one after another, turning the path into a golden blanket in Huang Cancan. Beautiful chrysanthemums also bloom in autumn. They compete with each other and show no weakness. They are as white as snow, as red as fire and as yellow as gold. They are beautiful!

In my eyes, autumn is another harvest season. Apple blushes and smiles, grapes are covered with noble purple robes, and orange pears bend the branches. Persimmons and ginkgo in the backyard of my hometown are ripe. My father and I moved a ladder and picked delicious persimmons and ginkgo. I am tasting ripe persimmons, and my mouth is full of autumn flavor. Golden rice is ripe, and large rice fields are like a golden ocean. A gust of autumn wind blew, and the heavy ears of rice bowed to the farmer's uncle, who showed a satisfied smile on his face. I run freely in the rice fields, feeling the taste of harvest.

In my eyes, autumn is still a season of wishing. I want to make two wishes: first, next autumn, my parents can take me to the place I am most fascinated by, that is, the Populus euphratica forest in Ennaji, and feel the fantastic beauty; Second, I wish our motherland good weather, peace and prosperity, and autumn harvest every year.

I love autumn!