Write an autumn composition to set off the scenery.

This is the most outstanding work of nature-when he gave the slender autumn to Jiangnan, he also gave the heroic autumn to the north. In Yu Dafu's eyes, the strangeness of autumn colors in the south of the Yangtze River is the autumn tide in Qiantang River, the cool fog in Putuo Mountain and the residual lotus in Lizhi Bay. The autumn locust in the north, the lingering sound of Qiu Chan, the flat autumn rain, the excellent fruit trees ... In my impression, the style, meaning and taste of autumn are all deep and depressing.

To tell the truth, I have no memory of the autumn in Ludao. It is not as slender as autumn in the south of the Yangtze River, nor as heroic as autumn in the north. Just a faint autumn beauty blooming. It is probably not accurate to say that it is gorgeous. The beauty of autumn is somewhat xiaoxiang. "Where is sorrow, autumn is sorrow. In autumn, no one flies over the geese, and I don't know when the summer insects will disappear. " I can't shake off the sad impression. The yellow autumn leaves seem to tell people about the beauty and prosperity of the recent past. In my short life, I dedicated myself to the only green in my life without any regrets. It was not until the arrival of autumn that I reluctantly left the tree with that long-simmering dream and bid farewell to the green under the urging of the chilly autumn wind. Autumn in Ludao is probably accompanied by fallen leaves.

Stepping on dead leaves, facing the cool evening breeze, dancing with the skirt, letting the sunset linger. Although autumn withered the green leaves, it also swept the maple leaves all over the mountain. The generous and solid golden autumn gives people a feeling of wanting to fly and sing. The rain flying all over the sky makes the wandering prodigal son have mixed feelings, like sad smoke, like dreamland fog, bitter, affectionate and affectionate. Whispering autumn water, like whispering with white clouds and blue sky, makes people feel happy if there are no notes jumping in their hearts, bringing inexplicable palpitations, washing their hearts; The moon is bright and the wind is clear, and lovesickness is the most sleepless. On a blue moonlit night, dense nebulae are like a handful of pearls scattered in the blue sky. Thin moon gauze, flowing moon sea, old tree rings and silver moon waves take you to Xiang Qiu's dreamland; In the bleak autumn season, there is always a trace of melancholy and sadness in my heart. Leaves shivering in the ruthless autumn wind, desperately grasping the tree, full of longing for life. Autumn leaves were dragged down from the treetops by the autumn wind without pity. The yellow autumn leaves danced in the air and drifted helplessly with the wind. How helpless they were.

Ancient Liu Che said that the autumn wind started in Bai Yunfei, and the vegetation fell to the south; Wang Bo said that the sunset and the lonely Qi Fei, the autumn waters and the sky are the same; There are also white sands in autumn on the far shore, and the mountains are red at night; The autumn wind moves to Wan Li, and the yellow clouds are high at dusk ... Today, Xu Zhimo said, on a withered autumn willow, on a timid autumn branch, on an autumn leaf that will not be yellow; Du said that even the pigeon whistle sounded a mature tone, and the rainy and noisy summer passed; There are autumn flowers, autumn fruits and autumn red leaves, which decorate the color and monotony of autumn.

There are four seasons in life, and one leaf falls, which shows that the world is autumn, and autumn, especially late autumn, always reminds people of the sadness of life. In many people's eyes, autumn is a season of sadness, lofty and lonely, and it is easy to forget many things. Autumn is also a harvest season. The golden rice fields are filled with the romance of Qiu Si, and the autumn wind is rustling, washing the depression in the chest. The ideal warehouse is quietly full. The red fruit is ripe and full. Autumn is golden, brilliant dreams are melodious, happy songs are beautiful, and clear poems are strong and eternal life.

Chapter Two: Praise for Autumn

Autumn is the harvest season. Soybeans, corn and sorghum are all ripe and tired.

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 not worse than 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 quietly said to me, "I will shelter you from the wind and rain, so you should study hard." The surrounding scenery seems to say to me, "We all have achievements, have you?"? Let's race! "

Only Miss Liu bowed her head and said nothing, feeling very sad and sad. Crops comforted her one after another: "Although you have no fruit, your figure is beautiful, and you have brought beauty to people." Miss Liu finally smiled.

Autumn is so beautiful, I love autumn!

Autumn is coming, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the leaves turn yellow. As soon as the wind blows, chunks of leaves fall from the trees, and dry leaves are all over the ground, making a "quack" sound when walking on them.

Sound. There is a lot of rain in autumn, and it is always dripping, so we can't go anywhere. However, the air is fresh and no longer dry. The rain has stopped and the autumn is crisp and beautiful. Autumn is a harvest season, and there are many fruits. There are red apples, sweet pears, sweet and sour oranges and bananas in Huang Chengcheng ... I like bananas best. Three bites can make a banana.

Stepping on the path leading to the field, a cool west wind blew head-on, and the leaves danced like fairy flowers. The fallen leaves on the ground are like naughty children running, rolling and rolling. Persimmon trees on the roadside are covered with red lanterns, which are close to each other in groups of three or five. Akita is represented by endless ears of rice. From a distance, the ear of rice looks like a piece of gold. The ear of rice was bent by the heavy fruit, shaking his little head as if he were thinking something.

Walking into the field is like being in a golden ocean. Under the sunshine, the sky and the earth are shining, and there are golden colors everywhere. Rice is growing well. Each ear of rice has more than 80 grains, and each grain is full of a big belly that is about to burst. Its stem is thin, but tough. Although it has been bent, it never comes down. Its roots are like claws. The old man over there is harvesting crops. He waved his sickle skillfully. In a short time, the airtight rice field was cut several times, as if it were a gold bar leading to happiness. People in the distant grain fields are also busy. ...

Chapter III: Autumn

Autumn is like a dream, a quiet and sweet dream. I lay quietly on the windowsill, looking up at the sky: endless blue sky, white clouds floating leisurely, rows of neat geese, and even leaves hovering down. ...

Autumn is bright and elegant. She brought the joy of harvest to the whole country and painted the world with mature gold with magical brushes, as if she had come to the fairy tale world.

But some people think that "autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times", but it is not. Autumn leaves wither and flowers wither, not because of her indifference, but because "falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud protects flowers more."

I long for autumn, autumn dusk, autumn leaves and autumn chrysanthemums. I'm lost in my memory-

Everything in autumn becomes lush and beautiful in the October rain. When I got up early and went out, I bumped into the fragrance of chrysanthemums. All the cells in my body are alive. I ran to the dancing tree with yellow leaves, calmed down and read the book carefully with bright breath.

My heart gradually calmed down, my eyes wandered in the autumn scenery, but I lost myself, feeling that I would be lost in the air with her, with a strong osmanthus fragrance.

A few sparse birdsongs flashed across the sky, and I was suddenly surprised. When I came to my senses, I gradually saw a fallen leaf flying on my clothes, which was particularly conspicuous. I can't bear to destroy this unique atmosphere and let him keep it. I looked up and saw the maple leaves swaying in the wind. Who is reciting the ancient poem-"Stop and sit in the maple forest late, the frost leaves are red in February". I heard a noise in the wind.

Autumn is a kind of mood, which is more reliable than impetuous romance in spring and summer. She seems to be an angel, pure and memorable.

Wandering aimlessly in the evening sky, walking on the golden avenue, enjoying the unparalleled scenery around, has a unique taste. Meditate often, enter fantasy and turn yourself into a world protagonist. In the face of such autumn scenery, there are thousands of words in my heart, and the unspeakable taste gives people a sense of excitement.

What can I say when I face you in autumn? You conquered me ... on the ground, the leaves rustled forward in the wind. It should be a message for snowflake!

Autumn is like a dream, a quiet and sweet dream …

Chapter four: Autumn in my hometown.

My hometown is in Jiangxi, although it is not as warm as Xiamen; Not as impressive as Huangguoshu Waterfall; Not as colorful as the murals in the Mogao Grottoes ... but I like it and its charming autumn scenery.

When the cool breeze blows, the yellow leaves sway, and the autumn of harvest comes. Look, the rice is ripe and looks like a golden ocean from a distance. The corn is holding a red tassel, and the apple is covered with a red cotton-padded jacket, smiling. Crickets are singing beautiful songs in the garden, and small butterflies are dancing with the songs. Some round persimmons are hidden in high places, some are hidden in low places, and some show their small heads from the dense leaves. From a distance, maple leaves are like fire all over the mountain. A gust of wind sometimes leaves leaves the size of a palm. Is that a bird dancing?

My favorite is autumn rain, which is not as unrestrained as summer rain and full of vitality as spring rain. She is very gentle. You see, there is cool rain in the air, which is really different. It was raining quietly, only a little bit. The rain drifted obliquely, like a hazy gauze over the sky. A drop of water fell on the tree and the ground.

Ah! Autumn in my hometown is so beautiful, I love it!

Chapter 5: I love autumn.

I love autumn, because autumn is a harvest season, because autumn scenery is colorful, colorful, beautiful and charming.

I love the autumn sky. It's tall, You Lan. It is like a crystal sapphire, which is clean and beautiful by the autumn wind.

I love the orchard in autumn, and I love its fruitful results. Red apples are like shy cheeks. Orange persimmons bend their branches and twinkle like red lanterns. Golden ions are like naughty fat dolls covered with branches, waiting for us children to pick them!

I like the fields in autumn. By the wide pond, golden light shines in the dense reeds. A gust of autumn wind blew, and the reeds among the reeds swayed as if dancing and playing there.

I love the golden autumn leaves, which fall and flutter from the embrace of the mother tree! It floated to the river, to the fields, to the orchards, to the campus and to the children, telling everyone: "Autumn is coming, autumn is coming!" " "

I like autumn and its beauty. I like autumn and its fresh air. I like it, just like a beautiful poem.