Excellent composition in autumn

In normal study, work and life, everyone will always come into contact with composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words. So have you ever studied composition? The following is my excellent autumn composition for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Autumn Excellent Composition 1 Sunday, the weather is sunny, Wan Li is blue and white clouds are fluttering. My mother and I go to the park by bus.

As soon as I entered the gate, the first thing I saw was a forest of poplars, pines and cypresses. From a distance, the whole forest looks like a huge colorful umbrella. A closer look shows that the leaves have played a role. When the wind blows, leaves whirl down like cradles, and some leaves are blown up like yellow butterflies flying in the air. The wind stopped and the leaves fell to the ground, like a yellow carpet on the ground. Walking along the forest path, I could vaguely see a stone bridge not far away. When I walked to the stone bridge, I saw several tourists who were interested in fishing. This is really worth learning from them. Further on, we came to one side of the flower bed. Some red flowers have turned yellow. You must think it can't stand the wind. No, it uses its last life and strength to protect its next generation-seeds. There are some beautiful wild chrysanthemums beside the flower bed. They are white. As soon as the wind blows, they shake their heads as if to say, "Welcome." Its white color reminds me of angels in white, the doctor and nurse who treated us. Its spirit made me understand: to challenge difficulties, don't flinch when encountering difficulties. Grass was planted around the wild chrysanthemum. After a while, the sun gives off heat and light. Grass said thank you, Grandpa Sun, for giving us a sweater. Some nameless grasses are beautiful. The upper part is yellow and the lower part is green, like a mosaic. Walking, I saw some Parthenocissus on a seat. They are not afraid of the cold wind. I thought: They are really strong, and I want to learn from them.

Out of the gate, I reluctantly left the park. Today, I have gained a lot. I learned to be serious and responsible when encountering difficulties, not to shrink back, but to challenge.

A cold wind blows, and autumn comes quietly with the tail of summer. Of the four seasons, I think only autumn is beautiful.

Autumn has the aftertaste of summer. Autumn has come, and the heat and fanaticism of summer are not far away. Although the cicada in the tree and the grasshopper jumping on the ground struggled at last, the geese returning to the north and the sweet fruit of the fruit tree all told the richness of autumn.

Autumn has the shadow of spring. Of the four seasons, the farthest season from autumn is spring. How can there be a shadow of spring? You see, the autumn wind is blowing, the red leaves are everywhere, and the forest is dyed. In the autumn wind, they shook their heads and sang songs, like clouds and sunset clouds, blowing the whole mountain red and blowing off the leaves. Buttonwood leaves, ginkgo leaves and birch leaves are dancing with each other, leaving yellow and red leaves. There is a special beauty under the vigorous trunk. Deciduous leaves are the end of leaf life and rebirth. "Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." Autumn leaves sprout new buds in spring, which is the regeneration of life and vitality. How can there be no shadow of spring?

Autumn smells of winter. The weather in late autumn is a little cold. For winter, there is a feeling of "hearing its voice before meeting its people". The coolness in late autumn is brought by autumn rain. Autumn rain's character is a bit lingering, calling from the window eaves. The rhythmic voice is sometimes urgent, sometimes slow, sometimes loud, sometimes heavy, sometimes intermittent, sometimes like a golden voice, sometimes like a yellow bell, sometimes like a large and small pearl pouring into a plate of jade, sometimes like a red mountain and a white tiger sinking into the sea, sometimes like playing a pipa, sometimes flying like a thunderbolt, sometimes like a hundred birds contending, and sometimes like a rabbit dropping a stork. Golden rice sees autumn rain and adjusts makeup; The river sees the autumn rain like a duck to water, singing and flowing eastward; When the sentimental poet saw the autumn rain, he couldn't help chanting, "The rain is chilly and early cold, and Hu Yan's wings are wet and difficult to fly high."

Autumn is naturally colorful, with summer heat, spring activity and winter cold, and naturally it has its own beauty. "Autumn is sad since ancient times", although autumn evokes people's homesickness, there is still a saying behind it, "I say autumn is not as good as spring", which brings people maturity and cherishes the present beauty.

Autumn is always so sentimental in the poet's pen, so affordable in the eyes of farmers, but in my eyes, the colorful colors of autumn are so charming.

It was the harvest season, and I walked in the autumn fields. The rice on the roadside is ripe, and the heavy ears of rice weigh heavily on the straw. A gust of wind can set off a rolling wave of golden rice ... in front of us, there is a large grassland, the grass is yellow, but colorful wildflowers are in full bloom. Trees began to shed leaves, but yellow leaves fell from the sky like beautiful butterflies, slowly paving a road and stepping on it like a yellow carpet.

Oh, the color of autumn is golden! I was immediately immersed in the joy of discovery.

You see, there are strings of red flowers that are not afraid of wind and frost by the river, beside the ditch and at the foot of the wall. A string of small and exquisite red flowers, like small bells, seems to jingle when touched lightly. From a distance, it looks like a burning flame; Not far away, there are a bunch of red flowers on the green branches, as if there are many girls in red dancing on the tightrope. Looking at it, I was intoxicated ... Oh, autumn is red!

On the right side of a bunch of red flowers, there are white chrysanthemums full of remarkable things, and there is a group of dandelion flowers. Although they are not as delicate as chrysanthemums on display in the park or as conspicuous as a bunch of red flowers beside them, their simple and strong character and tenacious vitality make me kneel down to pay tribute to him. I picked up the dandelion and blew it hard. Ah, aren't they all white elves flying all over the sky ... Oh, autumn may be white!

It rained, there was no thunder or lightning, and the rain spread quietly. Oh, it's Miss Qiu who is pouring out her heart. The rain stopped and I looked up. The blue sky is so clear that people are fascinated. Blue reminds me of space, Yang Liwei, Fei, Nie Haisheng and Shenzhou VI ... Oh, autumn should be blue!

I think it would be great if I were a painter. I can describe colorful autumn and the splendor of life. Red is youth and hope; White is kind and pure; Blue is the breadth of the sea; Yellow is rice and the sun is shining. ...

Autumn is the season most worthy of people's singing and praise. Because it brings people a higher blue sky than other seasons.

The red leaves in autumn seem like our little hands. The breeze blew, and some of them waved gently, some applauded happily, and some danced in the air. But they are more like wishing people a better harvest in this golden autumn.

Yellow leaves in autumn decorate the earth and render the sky at the same time. When the fallen leaves are about to be blown down by the wind, they dance with the wind like golden butterflies, giving people the most beautiful moment. When I walk on the golden carpet paved with fallen leaves, it is soft and comfortable, and every step will make a rustling sound.

The green leaves in autumn bring great vitality to people. When green leaves are mixed with red leaves and yellow leaves, it seems to be a beautiful picture.

Autumn wind is worth mentioning. When you are gentle, blow gently, as if touching every leaf and every inch of land. When angry, the big tree is blown from side to side, sweeping the leaves off the tree and letting them fly all over the sky, while the small flowers pull the grass and dance happily with the rhythm of the wind. The leaves on the tree that have not been blown off are flapping, and the wind is blowing the horn. This is the autumn band!

Besides them, what else adorns the earth in autumn? This is a harvest scene, look! Attractive big apples, sweet pears, agate-like grapes ... Autumn has more beautiful colors than spring, more harvest than summer, and more beautiful world than winter!

I love this autumn, I hope I am the fruit of autumn, big, fragrant and sweet. I want to thank the moisture in spring and the sunshine in summer, but I am even more grateful to the people who have worked. I wish I were a fallen leaf in autumn, because it taught me to be strong, brave and dedicated; I am a fallen leaf in autumn. I will live in this golden paradise and contribute to next spring after a winter!

Autumn has come, autumn has come, and I am looking for its scenery everywhere.

My parents first took me to Dawan Town, Zhaoqing, and walked through the village, full of autumn scenery. A string of papaya on the edge of the field hangs like a yellow lantern on a thick trunk; The grandmother in the peanut field grabbed the peanut leaves and pulled them out. The old man pulling the net by the fish pond is struggling to catch the net. This is no ordinary fish! It is said that this kind of fish was once a tribute to the emperor. This is the famous "Wenqing Carp" in Dawan Town.

Further on, there are endless golden rice fields. The rice in the field lowered its noble head, and an autumn wind blew. The rice shakes like laughing, but also like nodding and greeting me! People's faces are filled with happy smiles, some are busy harvesting rice, some are beating millet, some are drying millet, and there are bumper harvests everywhere. Dawan Town deserves to be a land of plenty!

Out of town, we came to our new lake in the city. I continue to look for autumn scenery. Approaching Xinghu Lake, I found that the lotus leaves on the lake began to wither, and the green jade plate turned yellow and floated feebly on the water. In the distance, there are bundles of yellow wild chrysanthemums and red bougainvillea everywhere on Qixingyan Mountain, which are very beautiful together with the green plants on the mountain, like Huashan Mountain surrounded by Xinghu Lake.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, I arrived at the Fairy Lake Buddha Island in Qixingyan. There are many people gathered here. What are they doing with long guns and short guns? Oh! It turned out that they were waiting to see the annual "Crouching Buddha with Dan", which happened to be the day when the sun set at the mouth of the distant mountain "Crouching Buddha". This is also the grand "Buddha Watching Festival" held in Zhaoqing every autumn. The sun dyed the sky and the wide water surface of Xinghu Lake orange, and the reflection of distant mountains was reflected on the lake, just like the giant Buddha lying on the lake, and the sun just fell into the mouth of the "sleeping Buddha". This scenery is beautiful! What a rare natural wonder in the world!

What is autumn color? Some people say autumn is yellow, others say autumn is orange. I say autumn is the color of harvest and joy, peace and tranquility, and our happiness.

Miss Qiu walked slowly towards us with a beautiful waltz. With her arrival, various plants have also undergone great changes: the maple leaves all over the mountain are red, and when the wind blows, the leaves are like dolls' little hands, revealing their joy in the fiery red of the mountain; Chrysanthemums are in bloom, and their delicate petals are their dancing bodies. They danced elegant ballet with pink, white and gold bodies to welcome Miss Qiu.

The orchards in autumn are colorful. Red apples are covered with branches like small lanterns, as if tourists were allowed to take themselves home; Pear tree is not to be outdone, it is showing off its children; There is a large agate-like grape under the grape leaves, which is crystal clear, as if to say: Do you want to taste my sweetness?

Walking into the garden, we seem to have walked into the world of flowers. Wild chrysanthemums are blooming everywhere, red, white, purple, pink, light green and rose. They are graceful in the breeze, very beautiful! The plantain flower is big and red, and it keeps swaying with the autumn wind, just like a burning flame. The morning glory on the roadside opened its horn, as if cheering for the harvest people.

The fields in autumn are really full of grain! The heavy rice bent with laughter, the snow-white cotton smiled, the full grain sorghum raised the burning torch, and the roar of the machine came from a distance. It was the farmer's uncle playing the music of harvest.

I walked into the Woods. Ah! The ground is full of leaves: red, yellow, green and colorful, so beautiful! A gust of wind blew and several leaves fell on the tree. Look: some dance like butterflies; Some fly like orioles; There are also spinning leaves as light as dancers, which fall to the ground one after another and spread thick cotton-padded clothes on the ground. Step on the dead leaves, make a squeaking noise, and play a symphony in late autumn.

Miss Qiu has already started to work. Let's dance to the creaking symphony!

Miss Qiu flew to the beautiful school with a basket of fragrant magic petals, only to see her send flowers to the beautiful school.

You see, the whole school is full of books, and the sweet-scented osmanthus girl exudes charming fragrance, which supplements the students' spirit.

After class, the bell urged the students to play. In a flash, the warmth of the whole school was rushed up. Isn't a lively and lovely child a kind and simple elf? Under the nurturing of osmanthus girl and sunshine, the elves are more lovely and lively.

The flowers in the flower bed are full of vitality, one here and one there, which is dazzling. The flower elves exude a charming and mature atmosphere. The whole school smells like a beautiful big garden.

Teacher Qiu scattered magic petals in our school to make every unhappy elf find happiness again; Let lonely elves find partners; Let the tired teacher subtract fatigue and find a happy self.

On the playground, the fragrance of osmanthus is overflowing, and the athletes are full of vitality under the nurturing of osmanthus. The osmanthus trees on the edge of the playground are neatly arranged in a row, like guarding the elves. Osmanthus fragrans, the spiritual guardian on the osmanthus tree, is as small as an ant. Wearing golden clothes makes people feel the strong mature atmosphere of autumn.

The lovely elves returned to the books, enjoying the happiness in the sea of books and looking for the fruits of knowledge.

Autumn learning, let's look for the fruits of knowledge in the autumn sea.

Schools in autumn are full of knowledge, vitality and flowers. I love school in autumn!

The autumn wind is rustling and the geese fly away. As usual, I stood by the bridge wrapped in thick clothes and looked out into the distance, hoping to see the vitality of spring. Not disappointed, several wild ducks are combing their feathers in the water and playing together in groups. Seeing them so happy is definitely nothing to worry about!

I was very upset at first, but I breathed fresh air and saw the vitality of spring. In such a harmonious atmosphere, my mood suddenly became clear. At this time, I saw the geese flying south in a zigzag shape. The golden rice is connected into a large piece, just like the gold on the ground shining in the sun. The apples on the tree are impatient and seductively red! Occasionally there will be a cool breeze blowing, which is refreshing. At this moment, I seem to see Miss Qiu flying down from the clouds and stroking my cheek gently. Although it was not as warm as my mother's hand, it was very comfortable, and then it flew away gently. I sat on the edge of the field, closed my eyes and listened quietly to the voice belonging to nature. Hoo-a gust of wind blows across the fields, across the rice fields and across my heart. A few birds seem to be attracted by the charming autumn scenery, and they fall on the tree and sing happily! Put it down. Put it down. Drop ... It's raining. I hid under a boulder next to me and continued to enter the intoxicating atmosphere. Listen, it's raining heavily, from the previous drop. Sister ... is getting bigger and bigger ... The rain is dripping on the leaves, rustling in the rice fields, flowing into the river and flowing away with the river. Put it down. Put it down. Full of ... the rain stopped gradually, and I walked out of the rock and slowly opened my eyes. After the rain, the autumn scenery is more beautiful than before, and the birds continue to sing and jump around the tree, as if pouring out the joy after bathing. ...

I looked down at my watch. It is already six o'clock. I should go home. I left this beautiful field in the moonlight with attachment to autumn scenery and a good mood!

Autumn excellent composition 9 Autumn October, the sky is high and the clouds are light, which is a good season to go out and play. My father, mother and I are going to take a walk in the park and have a look.

When I came to the park and looked up, the sky was blue, like a sapphire washed by clear water.

Under the sky, osmanthus flowers are in full bloom in the flower beds. You see, beige flowers are small and exquisite, like soft pompoms, one next to the other. The wind blew gently, and the smell came to my nose, which calmed me down. There are many chrysanthemums in the flower bed. They are colorful, including red, yellow, white and purple ... really beautiful! You see, the petals are very thin, just like a little girl's hair. The "Chrysanthemum Fairy" swayed gently in the wind, as if to say: Hi, welcome, children.

Next to the flower bed, there is a boulevard. Walking on the boulevard, you will see that the leaves of ginkgo trees have long been yellow, like a golden edge of ginkgo leaves. A gust of wind blew, and the fallen leaves fell to the ground like dancing tired butterflies and fell asleep. I was walking on the boulevard when suddenly I started the grasshopper in the grass. In a hurry, I accidentally bumped into the post of the roadside pavilion, which made me laugh.

Walking through the shopping mall, you see a large lawn. Those grasses have taken off their green shirts and put on yellow and green coats. On the lawn, grandfathers are playing Tai Chi, children are running carefree on the grass, and parents are taking pictures in various positions. ...

This beautiful park and lovely people are really picturesque, which makes people linger!

Excellent composition in autumn 10 "Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn waves, cold smoke on the waves". With the passage of time, the hot summer days have gone quietly, and only a few cicadas can be heard. The green trees changed into golden pajamas, and the west wind came. This scene tells us that autumn has arrived.

Autumn comes in a hurry, and purple maple leaves are everywhere on the roadside. In the sky, flocks of migratory birds fly to the south. The rice in the paddy field is ripe, and the rich rice exudes attractive fragrance. A gust of wind blew, and golden rice followed. Ah, this beautiful autumn scenery is really a good season to study. I want to praise the season of Quite Critical.

Autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei. The autumn wind blew away the "inflammation" in summer, bringing a burst of coolness. I like the feeling of the breeze blowing on my face, because it can make me clear-headed, sweep away the dust on my body and take our souls into the late autumn. The autumn wind is cool, as if a gentle mother is gently humming a lullaby to send her child to the dreamland of sweet composition.

"The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest habitat sees feathers." On a moonlit night in autumn, the sky in Gao Lu is very thick, and a crescent moon hangs quietly on the southwest horizon. The cool moonlight falls on the earth. The earth is so dark, but the stars in the Milky Way are brighter. Qiu Chan's faint lingering sound is a specialty of the north, because there are trees everywhere in the north and the houses are low, so you can hear Qiu Chan's lingering sound everywhere.

Chrysanthemums are blooming on every window. The autumn flowers are wild chrysanthemums on the roadside in my hometown. These wild chrysanthemums are all dark yellow, and their petals are neatly surrounded by yellow flower cores. The flowering period of these wild chrysanthemums is about 14 days, which makes me fondle admiringly in this chilly late autumn. Although it is not as luxurious as peony, as delicate as Chinese rose and as elegant as lily, her Ao Shuang spirit is very inspiring. I want to be like it, whether I am noticed or not, I will silently do everything I should do.

A gust of wind blew, a piece of moonlight reflected, and a burst of flowers floated by. Ah, autumn, like a naughty child, brings you unexpected gifts.

Excellent composition in autumn 1 1 The sweet-scented osmanthus outside the window exudes a strong sweet fragrance, consciously or unconsciously reminding people who are in a hurry that autumn is coming.

It was August in beginning of autumn, but it was not until more than half a month ago that the heat was still hot. As soon as October entered, the weather became cold. The rain outside the window is gurgling, devouring the dim summer. Overnight, the blowing wind mixed with the coolness of autumn came to my face, and the windows were covered with dew, shortening the day and lengthening the night, which are unique in the coolest days of the year.

I found a sunny day, went out for a walk and walked my dog. The breeze is blowing gently, with the coolness of early autumn, which makes me relaxed and happy. The residual load in the pond swayed with the wind, and the green of the trees faded and plated with a layer of Phnom Penh. The distant scenery is shrouded in a faint mist, hazy, and the sun shines through, not so hot, but very warm, which makes people feel lazy. The fragrance of Jingui adds a little sweetness to this scene. It's really the most leisurely and comfortable season among the four seasons, with crisp autumn and a little less summer irritability, and everything is just right.

It is already late autumn. When I went to class last weekend, I found golden ginkgo leaves all over the floor. Apricots fell to the ground, pressing the golden carpet tighter, and some children stepped on it, jumping and jumping, making a "rustling" sound, adding a little vitality. The air is filled with the smell of earth, fresh and pleasant.

"Since ancient times, it has been crisp and lonely." I believe that in many people's minds, autumn is desolate and beautiful. "Lotus fragrance kills autumn", and Li Qingzhao's autumn is full of faint sadness. Autumn seems to give Li Yu, who perished in the country, a desolate reason. But this does not mean that autumn is always shrouded in sadness. "I say autumn is better than spring", which is related to our mentality. Autumn is golden and crimson, which is the most beautiful color in our hearts.

Gui Xiang is full of autumn.

Excellent composition in autumn 12 In late autumn, the warm sunshine shines softly on the earth. Autumn wind blows from time to time, which makes people feel refreshed. This kind of weather makes people feel relaxed and happy.

On Saturday morning, I walked into the fruit-laden orchard. Fresh fruit smells fragrant. Like a shy little girl, the apple hangs quietly on the branch. The attractive appearance makes me can't help picking one and having a taste. Oh! It's really fragrant and crisp. You push the pears one by one, as if to say, "Come and taste, come and taste." Now I can't wait to jump into the farmer's uncle's basket and surprise everyone. The peach bent down with joy, which made people wonder what it was happy about. The industrious little bee landed on a beautiful wild flower and was busy collecting honey, trying to bring sweetness to everyone and add vitality to the orchard.

Walking out of the orchard to the park, the park was full of laughter. Many children are catching beautiful butterflies excitedly. When they see every butterfly, they want to hold it in their hands. Some children ran into the garden. Both bees and butterflies want to be friends with them. Some danced around them, and some fell among the flowers to collect honey. Everyone is very happy. At this time, many young people are taking pictures and want to record the beauty of this moment. There are also several white-haired old people who are concentrating on exercise. Looking at their vigorous skills, I understand that life lies in exercise.

Ah! What a pleasant season autumn is. If autumn can stay and time can stop, I must print this beautiful scenery in my mind.

It is a girl. Look at her fishtail skirt sweeping the earth. The soft sound of "rustling" is that it is singing softly. It is a poet, its figure full of light rhyme is proudly independent, and the silent rain is what it sings; He is a painter. Look at it. It is writing a thick and colorful imprint, and it is sketching the scattered leaves. It is autumn, gentle, sad and stubborn.

Compared with the heat in summer and the pallor in winter, autumn shows the gentleness of a good family. There is no coldness and desolation, no madness like fire. She is always indifferent and elegant, quiet and peaceful. The coolness of winter has been mixed into the increasingly dry and cold air as early as after the Mid-Autumn Festival. That neglected warmth, at this moment, is simply and simply highlighted, so precious.

Sometimes, the warm sunshine is covered and the blue sky turns gray. There is no dull ink cloud rolling, only light gray melancholy. Even if it rains, it is just silently immersed in the soil. Continuous rain, like continuous silk, falls on the lonely street along the distance from the sky to the earth. This kind of rain, in fact, is not big, but this kind of sadness hanging over the streets is too easy to invade the heart valley. Such inexplicable melancholy is always like autumn rain, like the smoke gathered around pedestrians. Even if I leave in a hurry, I can't go back to this lingering sadness.

After the autumn rain, it is also a pleasant autumn.

After the rain washed away, everything became bright and fresh. The fallen leaves all over the ground fell to the ground wet, as if a thin layer of crystal had condensed on it, shining like a crystal paved road.

Especially at dusk, the original golden light was dyed orange by various leaves, and the branches were peaceful. As warm as grandma, in the humid air.

Until night falls, at this quiet moment, I will miss autumn and find my heart full of love. That sentimental, beautiful and elegant autumn gradually left a hot mark in my heart. ...

The scenery on campus is beautiful all year round, but I like autumn best. The campus in autumn is like a colorful picture.

As soon as you enter the school gate, you can see a big round flower bed surrounded by osmanthus trees, which is tall and straight, just like a guard guarding the flower bed. There are many camphor trees in the middle of the flower bed, and the kumquat in the flower bed is ripe, just like a yellow gem hanging on the branch, shining with this faint light in the sun.

Behind the flower bed is the art building. Looking up, the school motto on the roof, "Today I am proud of philosophers and businessmen, and tomorrow philosophers and businessmen will be proud of me," stood on the roof with a twinkle in her eyes, always watching us students who are both philosophers and businessmen. In the autumn sunshine, several Chinese characters are more and more dazzling. As soon as I saw them, I was proud that I was a student of philosophers and businessmen. I really want to read them out loud-today I am proud of philosophers and businessmen, and tomorrow philosophers and businessmen will be proud of me.

Behind the art building is the square in front of the building. In the center of the square, the national flag fluttered in the wind. Every Monday morning, we hold a grand flag-raising ceremony here.

Next is the teaching building, with building 1, building 2 and building 3. Our classroom is on the first floor of Building 3. Through the window of the classroom, it seems that there are four ginkgo trees swaying in the wind outside the window, as if to say, "Listen carefully in class and concentrate on it." On the grass, the grass is showing its last green, and it seems that it is not willing to put on new yellow clothes. A gust of wind blows, and ginkgo leaves fall from the branches, dancing like yellow butterflies. It turns out that they jumped away from their mother like this.

On the right side of the teaching building is the playground, with a red plastic runway and a lawn in the middle. The red color on the runway is still the same, but the grass is no longer green, but a little yellow appears, gradually putting on the coat of autumn. It's still so soft to step on, I really want to lie on it and have a good sleep.

This is our primary school, a campus that is still full of vitality in autumn. I like my campus and the picturesque autumn colors on campus.

Excellent composition in autumn 15 in the morning, the breeze is blowing gently and the drizzle is fluttering. Hold up a small umbrella and walk alone in the rain.

Strolling by the bridge, the horizontal plane under the bridge is like a mirror, and the deck is slightly wet. Standing on the bridge and looking into the distance, tiny raindrops float on the river, like fog and smoke. When the breeze passes, it pushes up layers of ripples, like a huge, unfolding dancer's skirt. The river is crystal clear, and I can vaguely see the clever fish swimming around, as if playing, stirring the sand at the bottom of the river and gradually spreading.

Autumn in October, sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance. There was a faint fragrance in the air, and I followed it to a osmanthus tree by the bridge. It is neither tall nor thin. From a distance, the slightly deeper green leaves are dotted with orange, flashing and striking like stars hanging in the sky in the dark. Recently, the fragrance has become more intense. Small flowers shyly hide in the green leaves and get together in groups of three or five. The delicate petals are wrapped in thin yellow stamens and quietly open on the branches. Close to smell, not as rich and sweet as ordinary osmanthus, but faint, faint, seems to float in the air. This osmanthus tree grows silently by the river, but it is independent of the world.

Dead leaves fall and fly like butterflies. No matter where you are, there are always dead leaves on the roadside, along the river and on the bridge, dancing with the wind, inadvertently falling all the way, walking on it and making a "click" sound, which constitutes the swan song of autumn. But as soon as they are immersed in the autumn rain, they become soft and crumbly, scattered on the roadside, neither swept nor picked, and trampled by others, becoming "veins bookmarks" printed on the road. "Fallen leaves are not heartless things, but turn into spring mud to protect flowers." Maybe this is their best destination.

Autumn represents a bumper harvest, leaves are yellow, fruits are strong, and grains are ripe. People greet the harvest with laughter and enjoy the joy. We walk into autumn, with ignorance and longing, mature and harvest hope!