Autumn in Shenyang, composition (must be original) online, etc.

I like four seasons, especially autumn. The cold and humid autumn in the south makes people sad, but when it comes to autumn in my hometown of Shenyang, red leaves are everywhere, which makes people feel that autumn is really cool.

In spring, we planted green hope. In summer, it grows in people's sweat. Now, it is autumn.

! What we expect is no longer a dream.

Where is autumn? It's in the park, look! Thick yellow leaves on the tree-lined road; It's in the field, look! The golden light of the wheat wave; In autumn, on the branches, I look at big and red apples, agate-like grapes and round peaches smiling in the autumn wind; Qiu, by the stream, look! Fish fat crab roe, rice fragrance; In the eyes of children, autumn is filled with the joy of harvest everywhere. ...

Autumn is sweet, happy and happy. If life can be described by four seasons, it should be spring when you babble and snuggle in your mother's arms! And that kind of high-spirited and intense enthusiasm should be summer! Only autumn, like the tranquility of the turbulent sea, makes life mature after struggle and broadens the mind after middle age. I like autumn.

Autumn in Shenyang, autumn in Shenyang, it grows day by day. May it keep pace with the world and become more brilliant!

Maybe autumn is the same everywhere: yellow leaves, cold weather, high clouds and light wind. . .

Autumn represents a season of maturity and harvest.

Autumn in Shenyang came earlier, and it has obviously entered autumn after the 11th National Day. You can see it from a row of tall birch trees behind the dormitory. The row of birch trees didn't grow new leaves until the end of April, and then it took half a month to put on new clothes. Today, five months later, the yellow leaves have fallen from the tree again. Like a beautiful butterfly, it landed quietly on the ground, covered with a thick layer. I still remember that in the early summer, the sun shone from the green leaves and printed a little golden light. A few clumsy swallows flitted briskly from tree to tree.

Now, groups of ugly little ladybugs wander among the trees. They flew from tree to tree. Arrogant and unscrupulous. Sometimes they fly over a distance and fly to our window. If we open the window, the scene will be a little scary. They will climb up the hanging clothes and climb up the rope. It will even stick to us and fall into the glass. I don't know where they came from. They will appear on time in autumn, accompanied by fallen leaves. It won't disappear until all the leaves on the tree are gone. I feel a little sorry for them when I think that they have spent most of their lives sucking the juice of leaves.

In fact, there is a road between two rows of birch trees. There is a cornfield on the other side of the road. Birch trees, roads and cornfields have become the only winds outside our window.

Scene. At this time, every day, people drive mule carts closer to the city to sell green onions on them. I can't tell the difference between a mule and a donkey, just like the green onion in the car. I can't see the difference between it and garlic. Corn fields are idle most of the year. Also in May, people began to sow seeds. I have witnessed almost everything. But two days before class, the corn was harvested, leaving only one corn stalk.

At this time, the daytime is still very good, and the weather is neither cold nor hot. Don't be deceived by the dazzling sunshine, which is gentle and even powerless. But it gets cold in the morning and at night. Sometimes the temperature difference between day and night exceeds 20 degrees. Occasionally, a cold current from Siberia will also affect the weather. It suddenly became very cloudy, and it rained a few times, reminding us that autumn has arrived. Whenever this happens, Brother Peng will sing "There is a cool breeze in late autumn", and I sometimes add "What are you thinking, old friend?" . Actually, I don't know if it is now. Poems recited too early:)

It is beautiful from afternoon to dusk. The sun is about to set, and the sky is a world of golden light and fire clouds. Mixed with a little blue, a little white and beautiful! Sometimes I go to the playground and watch people play football quietly. Look at them running and shouting. It's strange that I have no idea of playing football since I went to college. Although junior high school and high school all ran and shouted enthusiastically. Those glories, those passions have gradually left me. Lying on the grass, you can often see a large group of birds flying from nowhere and falling from the sky. I think it's in the south. A group of lovely creatures! Every time I see them, I will look at them quietly and watch them disappear at the end of light and fire. . .

At this time, I called home and my parents began to remind me to pay attention to my health and not to catch a cold. Occasionally, I will mention home and bring up the matter of going home during the winter vacation.

When shall I go home? It is about winter. . .