Writing autumn scenery's composition can be autumn rain, autumn wind and autumn fruit ... help me ~

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Autumn, no matter where, is always good; However, the autumn in the north is particularly clear, quiet and sad. The reason why I have traveled thousands of miles from Hangzhou to Qingdao, and even from Qingdao to Peiping, is to enjoy this "autumn", the autumn flavor of this old capital.

Jiangnan, of course, there is autumn; But the grass is carved slowly, the air is moist, the sky is pale, and it often rains and windy; A person sandwiched between Suzhou, Shanghai, Hangzhou, or Xiamen, Hong Kong and Guangzhou can only feel a little coolness, and the taste, color, artistic conception and posture of autumn can never be fully satisfied, tasted and enjoyed. Autumn is not a famous flower, nor is it wine. Half-drunk is not suitable for enjoying autumn.

It has been nearly ten years since autumn in the north. Every autumn in the south, I always think of the reed flowers in Taoranting, the willow shadows in Diaoyutai, the insects in Xishan, the jathyapple in Yuquan and the bells in Tanzhe Temple. Even if you don't go out in Beiping, you can rent a shabby house and live in the sea of people in the imperial city. Get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea and sit in the yard, you can see the high blue sky and hear the pigeons flying in the blue sky. From the bottom of Sophora japonica leaves, counting a ray of sunshine leaking to the east, or in the broken waist, facing the blue morning glory like morning glory, you can naturally feel the autumn breath. When it comes to morning glory, I think blue or white is the best, followed by purple and black, and pink is the lowest. It is best to have a few sparse and slender autumn grasses as a foil at the bottom of the morning glory.

The locust tree in the northland is also an ornament that can remind people of Qiu Lai. Like flowers, but not flowers, they will spread all over the floor in the morning. When you step on it, there is no sound, no smell, only a little tiny and soft touch. After sweeping the street in the shade, the silk pattern of the broom falling on the dust looks exquisite, leisurely and subconsciously lonely. The ancient dream that the world knows autumn is in these depths.

Qiu Chan's faint lingering sound is a specialty of the north; Because there are trees everywhere in Beiping and the houses are low, you can hear them singing everywhere. In the south, you have to go to the suburbs or the mountains to hear Qiu Chan's cry, which is like a cricket and a mouse in Beiping and a housefly that every household keeps at home.

There is also autumn rain. The autumn rain in the north seems to be stranger, more delicious and more decent than that in the south.

Under the gloomy sky, a cool breeze suddenly came and it began to rain. It rained a layer, the clouds gradually rolled to the west, the sky turned blue again, and the sun appeared again; Wearing thick green shirts or jackets, idle people in the city bite their pipes and walk up and stand under the bridge in the shadow of the oblique bridge after the rain. When they meet acquaintances, they will use a slow tone and say with a sigh:

"Oh, it's cold-""This word is pronounced very high and dragged on for a long time. )

"Isn't it? A layer of autumn rain is cold! "

Northerners always read array characters like layers of words, which are flat and even. This mispronounced rhyme is just right.

Fruit trees in the north are also a miracle for Qiu Lai. The first is jujube; It will grow up in the corner, on the wall, beside the toilet and at the door of the kitchen. This is the heyday of autumn. Like olives and pigeon eggs, jujube trees show light green and yellow in small oval leaves. Jujube leaves fall, jujube is red, and there will be a northwest wind. Convenience in the north is a dusty world. Only these dates, persimmons and grapes ripen at the turn of July and August, which is a good day for clear autumn in the north and the best golden day of the year.

Some critics say that China's bachelor of arts, especially poets, are full of decadent colors, so there are many words praising autumn in China's poems. But what about foreign poets? Although I don't read many foreign poems and essays, and I don't want to write bills for autumn poems and essays, if you look through the collected works of poets in Britain, Germany, France, Italy and other countries, or the philosophy of peace in poetry and essays in various countries, you can always see a lot of praises and lamentations about autumn. There is always a part about autumn in the long pastoral poems or four seasons poems of famous great poets. It is the best and the most interesting. It serves to show that sentient animals and interesting human beings can always cause deep, distant, severe and bleak feelings for autumn. Not only a poet, but also a prisoner in prison. In autumn, I think I will feel a kind of affection that I can't have; Autumn belongs to people, so there is no country, let alone the difference between race and class. In China, there is an idiom "autumn scholar" in the text, and there are very common readers such as Ouyang Zi's Autumn Sound and Su Dongpo's Red Cliff Fu, so we feel that the relationship between China literati and autumn is particularly deep. However, the strong smell of autumn, especially in China, can only be felt in the north.

Autumn in the south, of course, also has its unique places, such as the bright moon on the Twenty-four Bridges, the autumn tide in Qiantang River, the cool fog in Putuo Mountain, the residual lotus in Lizhi Bay and so on. , but the color is not strong and the aftertaste is not lasting. Compared with Qiu Lai in the north, it is like yellow rice wine and dry rice, porridge and steamed bread, bass and crabs, yellow dogs and camels.

Autumn, autumn in the north, if I can stay, I would like to fold two-thirds of my life for a third of it.

The gorgeous four seasons and autumn colors are the most beautiful.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, with four distinct seasons, are the most beautiful scenery endowed by nature. Flowers are fragrant in spring, sunny in summer, Ye Er in autumn and snow and frost in winter; Spring is prosperous, summer is lush, autumn is gorgeous and winter is pure; Spring is vigorous, summer is noisy, autumn is lofty and winter is quiet; There are flowers in spring, moons in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter. American famous sentences describing the four seasons, just like the changing seasons, have their own aesthetic feeling and charm. Everything the elder said is ready. In my mind, autumn scenery is the most beautiful of the four seasons.

Everything is complacent in the wait and see. The so-called poetic style is nothing more than natural beauty in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Only those who know how to appreciate can appreciate its beauty. Autumn scenery is the most poetic. Lush trees, blooming flowers and thick grass. Lush plants and beautiful scenery are the beautiful world endowed by nature. It's really intoxicating and haunting. Birds in the forest, butterflies in the flowers and dragonflies on the grass represent the songs of life. Listening to cicadas in the forest, enjoying lotus flowers in Chi Pan and boating on the lake are the best enjoyment. There is a cool autumn wind blowing head-on, and it feels so comfortable and amazing. The starry autumn night, the bright moon, the bright starry sky and the breeze bring people a lot of reverie and fantasy, which can't help but make people feel deeply moved. How many beautiful scrolls are painted by how many painters, and how many touching poems are written by how many literati and poets. It's really picturesque and fascinating.

The scenery in autumn is beautiful, charming and colorful. Autumn is the harvest season, which brings people the joy of harvest. Everything is mature, fruitful, beaming and happy in my heart. Round orange persimmons hang on trees; Golden pear fruit, covered with branches. Snow-white cotton is like a sea of clouds, yellow corn is piled in the yard, bright red peppers are hung in front of the window, and crisp red dates are hung on the trees. The sun is shining, the breeze is blowing gently, the mountains are everywhere, and the land is autumn scenery. Can such a beautiful autumn be beautiful? The beauty of autumn scenery can be appreciated not only with eyes, but also with ears. You can also chew with your mouth and feel with your heart. Otherwise, people say "spring flowers and autumn fruits"?

The beauty of autumn scenery is a bleak beauty. Autumn is the season when the autumn wind is bleak, all trees fall leaves and all flowers wither. "An autumn leaf, a little banana and a little sorrow". The word "autumn" plus "heart" becomes "sorrow". Therefore, autumn is always nostalgic and full of melancholy. Liu Yuxi, a great writer in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem: "When the autumn wind comes, the geese will be sent in the rustling, and the lonely guests will smell it first in the morning." In the classic Dream of Red Mansions, there is also a saying that "autumn window is endless, and autumn rain can help desolation". The fruit has experienced wind and rain, showed its true colors, fulfilled its mission, brought joy to people, but dedicated itself. The leaves are yellow and the maple leaves are red, which looks good, but the autumn wind blows slightly, and the leaves pile up and become fertilizer to nourish the roots; Flowers also bloom brilliantly at the last moment, releasing beauty. Wait for it to wither together, wither together. For flowers, as long as they can bloom, even for a short moment, they will not live up to this life. In fact, isn't it the same in a person's life?

The world is not perfect. Whether it is flowers in spring, fruits in summer, fruits in autumn or grass in winter. Their growth is not smooth sailing, and there are always shortcomings of one kind or another. But they all worked hard, struggled, persisted and flourished. Although bleak, it is beautiful. I have always liked Tagore's poem, "Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves." I appreciate the saying, "Even the last sunset at dusk will shine brilliantly. It is the last struggle unwilling to degenerate and sink, and it is also a pursuit of active love for the supreme life. It doesn't care that it will be covered by green hills in the end. Perhaps this is what nature wants to tell people about life. "

Autumn scenery is the most beautiful of the four seasons. It not only brings people beautiful enjoyment, but also brings people wonderful feelings. Friend, are you right?

Autumn, chrysanthemum forever.

Text/Red Moon

Autumn wind blows gently, blowing the beauty of autumn, leaving the troubles of teenagers behind in the season when wild chrysanthemums are fragrant. ...

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The autumn wind is strong, blowing away tenderness;

The lingering autumn rain brings acacia.

It's autumn, and the wind is full of stars and cold. Open the window will feel cool, will feel the autumn wind and autumn rain, sad fans. "When the first leaf falls, I know that autumn is coming quietly. So, put on that warm milky cashmere sweater and take good care of this sad season. Milky white is his favorite color. He said I looked more like a doll in milky white.

When the fragrance of chrysanthemums begins to diffuse, I always think of the small town full of wild chrysanthemums in my memory. I know I have something on my mind, such as the irresistible growth of vines and grass under the call of spring. My heart is the wild chrysanthemum on the grass in front of the building. My heart is the wild chrysanthemum on the slope of my hometown town.

In the small town in my memory, the poetry of wild chrysanthemums should be everywhere this season, right? Are you still deeply homesick for the sigh that people are thinner than yellow flowers when you tasted chrysanthemums with me on a small slope?

Colorful rich chrysanthemums on the soil slope are content with a plain and pure situation and are not afraid. It has the appearance of indifference, such as water; It has experienced the destruction of wind and frost, like a sword. Silently telling the story of autumn, some small promises. ...

Prose:

Autumn scenery

Miss Xia walked away quietly, while Miss Qiu came along with light steps. She blew it gently, and the sky suddenly turned blue and Gao Shuang, just like sapphire; She blew gently, and the golden chrysanthemums and flaming morning glory all opened handsome smiling faces; She blew gently, and the sun * * * released warm sunshine, which made the earth warm. ...

The small trees in autumn are beautiful and charming. The lawn is dotted with exquisite cobblestone paths, and the bamboo forest is still as green and straight as spring. Forest streams are crystal clear. At first glance, it looks like a floating satin, lying quietly in the embrace of the earth. A group of small fish swam quietly, and thin ripples suddenly appeared on the mirror-like water. Mother duck led a group of children to join in the fun, and the calm water suddenly became lively.

The harvested fields are the most beautiful scenery in autumn. Sorghum raised its red face, and the heavy ears of wheat swayed with the wind, as if greeting hardworking people. Ripe fruits are fragrant, apples are blushing, grapes are like a string of sparkling pearls, and Huang Cancan oranges are bright and dazzling, which are festive lanterns. Dark green, light green, green and yellow grass cover the hills, and colorful wildness adorns them, attracting butterfly girls to fly forward and dance backward to collect honey. ...

In autumn, there is no heat in summer, no cold in winter, but some are beautiful in spring and unrestrained in summer, which is really intoxicating! Autumn is a good time for children to study. Listen-the sound of books coming from the campus adds a beautiful scenery to the beautiful autumn scenery. ...

composition

That place has mountains, water and good scenery. Let me tell you slowly. Tall mountains are one after another, and the trees are green, like little people, inserted in the winding path. At the foot of the mountain are some tiled stones, some round, some oval and some like a big watermelon. The order is like a row of turtles helping people. Rows of willows were planted next to them, just like rows of well-trained soldiers waiting for inspection.

The stream is as calm as a mirror. From a distance, the water in the stream changes from transparent to light green, and from light green to dark green. A dragonfly flew from far away, flew to the calm surface of the stream, clicked and flew away. This is what people often say. I don't know where the dragonfly flew, but I still have a clear picture of the dragonfly in my mind, which was played back over and over again. Ah! A refreshing autumn wind blew, and a little microwave blew on the surface of the stream. I was also cooled by the autumn wind.

Ah! This is really a beautiful scenery in autumn! Who wouldn't stay there and enjoy themselves?

Autumn scenery

The hot summer passed, and the beautiful and gentle autumn girl walked lightly and quietly came to the world.

On a crisp autumn Sunday, the air was unusually fresh, so I got up early to watch the beautiful autumn scenery.

Look, white clouds like a veil are floating in the blue sky. From time to time, a few lovely birds fly around, as if the village welcomed me to watch.

I came to the street. The green cypress trees on both sides stand proudly, like the People's Liberation Army in military uniform, guarding the streets warily. Willow took off her summer clothes and put on her autumn clothes; The leaves on the tree turned yellow. With the autumn wind blowing, pieces of golden leaves whirled down in the air, like butterflies flying in the air.

Go along this road to the square. In the square, colorful and graceful chrysanthemums compete with each other; A string of red flowers, fiery red flowers like firecrackers; Red cockscomb flowers, like cockscomb flowers of roosters, seem to be walking around looking for food when the wind blows. Very interesting!

Out of the square, I came to the vast fields, and the golden crops were endless. You see, the golden ears of wheat are full and heavy, bending the stalks; Sorghum is red, like a torch held high; The corn is neat and tidy, standing tall like countless guards, and the most interesting thing is soybeans. It quietly sticks out its round head from the pod and looks at this wonderful world curiously. Farmers' uncles are happily busy harvesting crops, and they are doing their best.

Through the field, I came to the orchard again. The orchard is full of fruits! You see, the pears in Huang Chengcheng, the red apples, and the semi-yellow and semi-green oranges all bend the branches, making people look droopy.

Seeing this scene is really refreshing and full of emotion. I couldn't help humming a tune and walked out of the orchard on my way home.