Qiuchuer composition

Everyone has the experience of writing a composition in life, work and study, so you are familiar with it. Writing is a comprehensive and creative speech activity. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is the composition I compiled for you in autumn 2, for reference only. Welcome to reading.

The golden leaves of the composition 1 in the second day of autumn, rotating with the wind and dancing gently; The breeze blows the lake, causing some ripples; White clouds are floating in the blue sky. -inscription

Autumn written by Cao Pi is bleak and desolate. I think autumn should be a gorgeous and beautiful season.

In summer, the sun hangs high in the sky like a big fireball, and the clouds seem to be melted by it. The burning sun seems to melt everything in its fiery chest.

On the other hand, autumn is completely different. Although autumn is not as gorgeous as spring, it is necessary for autumn scenery to be red. Autumn is never hot and dry in summer. The autumn sun is very soft, the sky is blue, the blue is ethereal, and there are filar silk white clouds floating in the sky, giving people a cool feeling. Although there is no silver in autumn, the golden yellow in the suburbs is also a bright color.

Autumn is a happy season. The orchard in autumn is vivid and beautiful. There is a bunch of grapes on the shelf, which are like amethyst. Heavy fruits hang high on the branches, and persimmons in Huang Chengcheng look like lanterns from a distance; There are red pomegranates, and mature pomegranates all open their mouths and show bright smiles. Crystal clear pomegranate particles are like diamonds. Wheat smiled, sorghum blushed, autumn wind blew, and ripples rose in the fields.

Autumn nights are especially quiet. Without cicada singing, without cricket singing, it is a bit more cool. The bright moon in the sky is particularly beautiful. When you are in Yun Zheyue, the night sky will not be lonely, and stars will appear at this time, jumping naughtily in the air and staring at the earth. Autumn is a season full of fantasy. Speaking of autumn, some people will see a golden wheat wave and a lonely scarecrow, some people will think of golden grasslands and white sheep, and some people will think of bleak autumn wind and dripping autumn rain, which will make their hearts feel cold. What is autumn in your mind?

Writing 2 on the second day of autumn seems to be just a moment to look back. The sunny early autumn has begun to grow old, and the late autumn has quietly come to us.

The leaves fell and whirled in the golden wind. Looking at the dependent trees, I was reluctant to miss them and rushed to the distance with the wind. In the bleak cold wind, only the bare old trees stood alone, and the rare sunshine was cast down, and the mottled shadows on the ground had long since disappeared.

The wind has changed. In spring, it is as gentle as a mother's hand; Summer is like fire; In autumn, it began to be cold and heartless, freezing a pair of warm little hands. It's getting scary.

Lonely autumn is also golden autumn and harvest autumn! The fruit trees were bent by countless fruits, the harvested crops kept twisting the thick waist of the field buckets, and the hands on the farmer's uncle's face stretched out, drawing one emotional and joyful smile after another.

Leaves become breezes, buds become fruits, and we are changing.

It's a wonderful feeling, like a golden cicada shedding its shell. In my heart, a wall made of immaturity and childishness is falling apart, but I think too much, which makes me unpredictable. The smiling face is still the same, but the golden wind is more mature; The cold hand is still stiff, but it has won the palm of the sun; Looking at the fallen leaves is still melancholy, but without those sentimentality, it is fortunate instead.

We are all changing. This is how the ugly duckling becomes a white swan. We are all like grass. Every time we break the ground, we will gain more vitality.

In this lonely, proud and bleak autumn, what I leave behind is no longer the lonely back, but the head of an angel smiling in the aura!

On the morning of the second day of autumn, the picture outside the window is no longer static, and the curtains move slightly, which is not as sultry as the previous summer. When I walked out of the door, the air was still filled with cool autumn. Even if the sun is high, playing football is no longer a sweat, but a feeling of Jennifer's body and mind. Oh! I know, the footsteps of autumn are near!

I remember a few years ago, when two sparse maple trees in the yard changed from green to red, the whole family decided to appreciate the maple trees and explore the beauty of nature! I took a nap on the way and was woken up when I arrived. When I got off the bus, the endless maple red came into view. I was stunned by the maple red on the scene. My sleeping eyes are one of the brightest eyes, and I boasted there for a few minutes. I was completely immersed in the red in this painting and the red in the sunset, and I couldn't extricate myself for a long time.

Autumn is also a harvest season. The ears of rice hung low and unconsciously put on golden clothes and continued in the building. The patched yellow carpet is in a straight line with the horizon, which is spectacular! Farmers harvest with smiles on their faces. They thanked the god of the earth for giving it to them this year. They are happy to drive the harvester home.

At this time, I am walking in the bleak autumn, stepping on the dead leaves of fallen leaves, relaxed and happy, but I can't avoid the melancholy brought by autumn. I think of my best friend in primary school bit by bit. Does he remember me too?

In fact, autumn is often fleeting, and the autumn elves are only slightly embellished, leaving a stunning lightning, which is expelled by the winter elves. Let's go out and smell the autumn in our spare time on a cool morning. Leave autumn footprints under your feet; Look up at the yellow leaves on the tree. While the shadow of the wind is still there, let's slow down and listen to the leisurely sound of autumn. I believe we can express our sincere thanks to autumn like me.

It's raining in September, and the air is filled with a refreshing smell. It must be the smell of autumn.

Summer has passed, but the sultry temperature still embraces us. I think the temperature will only drop after the first autumn rain! Sure enough, a few days into autumn, the autumn rain was as impatient as being late for several days, and finally the sultry heat brought by the tail of this summer was completely driven away.

Autumn rain has no boldness of spring rain, no passion of summer rain, but it has its unique gentleness, but it also brings refreshing. Rain blows on the face, just like cow hair, which makes people itch, but it is also extremely comfortable. I really like to look out from my roof with an umbrella in drizzly weather, and I will also empty my mind and listen carefully to the click on the umbrella, like an extremely beautiful music, singing the autumn mood. I occasionally put away my umbrella and look at the sky, and I don't care if the rain wets my hair and skirt. I know this is autumn telling me her joy and conveying her gentleness. ...

It rained suddenly in Mao Mao last night, but it cleared up today. It seems that autumn is also fickle, and fickle makes you have no time to deal with it. Looking at the bumpy road surface caused by yesterday's rain, and then looking up at the rising sun in Dongshan, I can't help shaking my head and smiling bitterly. Fortunately, it's not far to go today, otherwise you will smell of autumn all over. I took a deep breath, and suddenly the refreshing and slightly rainy breath came to my face, filling my whole body and mind, as if it had brought me energy, and I only felt that the whole person was relaxed a lot.

Autumn is still so gentle and quiet, a breeze blowing, leaves rustling as if walking with me. I can also see the rice in the field not far away, swaying with the wind.

Poetic elegance arises spontaneously: in September, geese return to autumn chrysanthemum, and drizzle blows away safflower. The cool breeze sends Qiu Lai, and the fragrant rice sends the phoenix.

Unconsciously, the summer heat slipped away from the gap in my hand, and the comfort of autumn came quietly.

A cool breeze, a ray of warm and soft sunshine, a clear and bright spring water, and a faint scent of Jingui landing all cleaned my heart and touched my heartstrings.

Standing in the field and feeling the harvest in autumn, waiting for the mature rice with heavy ears is a spectacular sight at first glance. At the same time, full of sweat and hope, we must have a bumper harvest and live up to the hardships of farmers.

Stand in front of the flowerpot and feel the desolation in autumn. The once charming and enviable beautiful crystal has never escaped its fate. In this crisp autumn season, they fade quietly, leaving only dead branches and leaves and sighs, which makes people feel sad and feel the sadness of autumn.

Stand in front of the laurel tree and feel the ecstasy of autumn. I need to stand and touch the unique fragrance. The fragrance wafts gently in my heart and lingers in my mind, which makes me get carried away. This is simply a supreme enjoyment. Sometimes there is a breeze blowing, and the wind is also mixed with the fragrance of osmanthus, as if being in a world of osmanthus, which makes people reluctant to leave for a long time. Those little flowers and bones are clusters, harmonious and fragrant. The green leaves make the flowers more beautiful and intoxicating, which makes me linger.

No matter when, no matter where, there is no shadow of autumn everywhere, and the uniqueness and excitement of autumn are not felt everywhere.

Forget the sadness and loneliness of autumn since ancient times, feel the charming beauty of autumn, walk into autumn and touch the beauty of autumn.

It was an unforgettable autumn. On the yellow land full of rehmannia leaves, I sent you away and sent away the fragments of my thoughts. Autumn is sweet when I was a child, because that small land still reminds me of everything at that time.

Every time I go out to play in the afternoon, I run home crazily, but I always leave you far away and rush into that orchard sweating. Under the catalysis of autumn, all kinds of melons and fruits in the garden exude charming fragrance and are intoxicating. Sometimes I hide in the corner and wait for you to come out to scare you, but every time you don't blame me, you say with a smile that I can't bear it. Which wooden table records everything about you and me? Eat apples today, oranges tomorrow and oranges in autumn. Like endless fruit. You laugh when you see me eating so happily. That kind of smile is not like the hypocritical smile of city people, but a simple, honest smile without any impurities. I have experienced it three times in my life.

Another autumn, my mother said that she had received the bad news from your hometown. My mother on the other end of the phone pulled me and asked my father to send us back to our hometown overnight. At the door of the operating room, the family waited anxiously. Everyone is walking around with anxiety. The light went out, and everyone wrapped up the doctor, only to see the doctor shake his head helplessly and turn away. At that moment, tears flowed from the corner of my eyes, hitting the ground and the bottom of my heart, knocking out one past memory after another. Everyone left you in which orchard, but the fruit tree on it disappeared, and the Xiao Mu table disappeared, even the breath disappeared into the air.

Another autumn wind blew, bringing the coolness of early autumn and the fallen leaves of late autumn, taking away the heat and vitality of summer, but not taking away my thoughts of you.

People often label autumn as bleak, depressed, sad and cold ... Liu Yuxi said: "Autumn has been sad since ancient times, and I say autumn is not as good as spring." Is that really the case? After reading this poem, I decided to go out and look for the footprints of autumn.

Osmanthus fragrans is in full bloom now, and it smells like Osmanthus fragrans. I stepped up my steps and walked to a osmanthus tree, which was a big surprise! This flower is so small, how can it be so refreshing? The colors are also inconspicuous: silver, white, gold, yellow and red. Among so many gorgeous flowers, they are only supporting roles.

Osmanthus fragrans is humble When it was open, the world was cold and calm, without the excitement of peach blossoms and pear blossoms and the richness of peony camellias. But very gentle, gentle in the bones. Whoever has it in the yard, it will be full of flowers and make people intoxicated for a long time.

Walking, I saw a big maple, full of yellow leaves. When the wind blows, leaves float down with the rustling sound. Maybe some people will feel sad, even sad. But I think the word "autumn" is engraved on this leaf. This yellow color is hard to describe in words, because it is this color that gives the leaves indulgence and freedom, so that they can choose to live freely and freely, or they can choose to "turn into spring mud to protect flowers" ...

The autumn sky is blue and clean without a trace of dust. Walking on the road, you will see that the forest is completely dyed and odorless. Autumn sunshine is warm and quiet, autumn wind is warm and soft, and autumn fields are golden everywhere. ...

In autumn, you don't mean bleak, you don't mean depression, you don't mean sadness, you don't mean loneliness. Maybe it is not as charming as spring, so hot in summer and so subtle in winter. The beauty of autumn is unique and intriguing, and its fresh and quiet beauty will always be appreciated by yourself!

I go to work by turns all year round. Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. At that moment, I was a middle school student in Grade Two. 14 After spring, summer, autumn and winter, every day is unforgettable for me.

People always like to use a color to represent a season, spring returns to the earth, everything recovers, spring blooms, and beautiful green is always used to describe white winter. Sunbathing on the hot beach in summer, the sky is blue, which always gives people infinite reverie. After a hot and summer-resistant summer, we ushered in a bumper harvest and fruitful autumn.

Actually, I don't understand why autumn is golden.

The maple forest is like fire, and the sky is high and the clouds are light. Jingui fragrance, golden autumn to send cool. In this golden autumn season, the ancients also left many beautiful sentences, such as "Autumn is sad and cold since ancient times, and I say autumn is better than spring", "Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters are the same color", "Silver candles and Qiu Guang painted cold screens, and small fans danced to fireflies", which left us with infinite reverie. The scene of "Lonely Wu Tong's deep courtyard locks the clear autumn" will haunt us from time to time.

Among the green mountains and green waters, autumn is the season when the grass in the south of the Yangtze River is not withered. My parents and I have been to a maple grove. You know, in autumn, maple leaves are fan-shaped, and they fall down, turning into yellow-sized maple leaves and falling on the ground, forming a golden carpet. Tourists can't help wandering on the soft carpet, and even I am attracted by the scenery of maple leaves. I can't wait to take more photos to show off to my classmates. It seems that Du Mu stopped his carriage in Fenglin to recite poems.

Good years must be remembered, it is orange. Autumn is a good season for harvest. My classmates and I came to the countryside, where the autumn wind was bleak, the leaves were falling and the golden ears of wheat were fragrant. We experienced cutting ears, drying grain, covering fields and peeling wheat skins, which tested our endurance and attention. Even though we were sweating all over, we still tasted our hard-earned rice and a large table of farmhouse music, picked up the cup in our hands and drank it off.

In Fan Zhongyan's Su Curtain Covering, there is a saying: "The sky is blue, the ground is yellow, and the waves are full of smoke." That's my favorite poem, which explains why gold is used to describe autumn.

On the autumn trail, the breeze caresses people's faces, and golden butterflies fly in the air on both sides of the road. -inscription

The light rain is ticking, the cold wind is blowing my hair, and the roar of the car seems to tell the story of that autumn.

You and I are standing in front of the kindergarten gate, the warm sunshine is shining on our faces, and the birds in the trees are singing. I really want time to stop at this moment.

One day in 20xx, she and I walked hand in hand on the playground of the kindergarten. We walked slowly. Ginkgo orchards on both sides of the playground fell to the ground, just like a soft golden carpet, bright and dazzling, and made a "squeaky" sound when stepping on it. She smiled heartily and asked me, "Xiaoya, where are you going to primary school?" I thought about it, and vowed, "I don't know, but we must be together!" " ""It's a deal! "At the age of six, we planted a beautiful seed in our hearts.

After a day's campus life, I walked hand in hand with her on the way home. We look back with interest at the flaming sunset glow in the autumn sky. It's beautiful, just like a bright watercolor painting. Although the street is noisy, it doesn't bother me at all to imagine what we will be like when we grow up.

At the end of my kindergarten life, I came to you with great expectation, but I heard the bad news of your father's death. Although I was not sensible at that time, I also understood your sadness. Sure enough, it was not long before your family moved to Luzhou. I think it's because of your father's death, but I feel like a stone in my heart. Another autumn has come, the mountains are red and the forests are dyed. The fan-shaped green ginkgo leaves have quietly changed into new golden clothes. I stood where we met at that time. The tall ginkgo tree is still there, and the kindergarten is still there, but when you leave, I will never see your smile again.

I like the sentence "You are the unchanging scenery in this life" in Listen to You. I don't hesitate to think that this is you. Xiaoyan, long time no see, I miss you very much!

Autumn 2 composition 10 maple leaf, sitting on the branches in late autumn, swaying, teased by the cold wind, reluctant to leave; The sun, standing on the top of the head in early winter, is still warm, regardless of season; Snowflake, in no hurry, is approaching, no matter what you and I expect, it is still in the snow. -inscription

The wind in late autumn still hides the coolness of early autumn. The flowers are silent and the running water is clear. A heart lotus is blown into the fragrance of a poem by the wind.

Walking in the bleak wind in late autumn, the shadows of trees are swaying, and the faint sunshine is mottled, dripping from the slightly sparse phoenix tree forest, bringing rare warmth and light to the world.

Breathing deeply the breath of autumn, quietly listening to the wind rustling in autumn.

Autumn scenery, like the color of spring, is full of green eyes, but it is much darker and a little more red and yellow, like a listless person, depressed and preoccupied.

The picture scroll in summer is always too charming, while the sketch in autumn has more connotation, and that touch of heavy color is the aesthetic feeling written this season.

The autumn sunshine is warm, and some bleak cool breeze glides gently from the slender fingertips. Listen, the wind seems to be singing in a low voice, and no one can understand it, just like the flowers in full bloom in autumn, which end beautifully without any distractions.

After a bright spring and a prosperous summer, I turned around and happened to meet autumn before I thought too much.

Meeting autumn is like an old friend returning home. There are not many greetings, just things you like. Just take a look and you will remember it forever.

After the full bloom of summer, we have entered the bleak autumn, and the bleak winter is coming soon. Sometimes it will be prosperous, and of course it will be a little lonely. Time gave us colorful encounters, but left a bleak back. Only those memories of flowers are eternal fragrance.

Many things, like the weather, get hot or cold gradually. Wake up, it's already a season. The days with long days and short nights have passed, and the days with long nights have come. May the autumn wind take away your sadness and make your anxiety disappear, just as autumn will pass away and winter will come. ...

Autumn composition 1 1 Unconsciously, autumn is coming.

Everything is calm, and autumn is here. It was very cold that day, Ye Er turned yellow, and the sun began to shine on the earth. Only then did I find that autumn was coming to an end. No, I can't stay at home. I have to leave something behind.

Look! On the mountain, red beans, soybeans and mung beans, you won't let me, I won't let you, scrambling, all full, clusters, strings, red as fire, yellow as gold, green as blue; Open your eyes as if you were going to fall. Too much, tired of bending the waist of bean sprouts, distressed that mother bean sprouts fell to the ground herself, red, yellow and green, like a shining gem. How dazzling, this is the happiest time for farmers.

Pick up a stone and sit down. I dare not disturb this quiet autumn. It seems that I am afraid that she will leave me, so I just sit quietly. In the faint afterglow of the sunset, I watched everything quietly and listened carefully to the flowing conversation. ...

The river seems to be gradually transparent, and several reeds on that small pavilion seem to be enjoying endless autumn like me. The taste of water is also thick and diffuse, the earth is harmonious, the trees are bare, and the leaves are lying on the ground, comfortably shining with faint green light. When I open my intoxicated eyes, I see peaceful and quiet yellow all around. "Birds are on the branches, gurgling water overflows, but autumn rhyme can't help coming ..."

I smiled quietly. I don't seem to see anything. I only stare at a point in the void and a distant dream.

It's an affectionate yellow hydrangea! I don't know who robbed me Oh, there is a hand holding my skirt. who is it? Wow! What a big bunch of wild flowers, smiling at me, yellow petals, white stamens, so lively in this late autumn. I said excitedly and loudly, "Qiu, I love you!" " "

I woke up drunk and found it was getting late. I got up and went home, and the flowers behind me were farewell! I don't know whether to send me or Qiu.

Autumn is a season that symbolizes happiness and sadness at the same time. Some people say that this is a season of harvest and reunion; It is also said that this is a season of sadness and separation.

Autumn symbolizes harvest and happiness, and it is a festival for farmers. Pomegranate grinned at the girl doll; Persimmons turn red happily because of the arrival of autumn; Golden oranges give off a fragrance; Grapes climbed up the bracket to see the autumn wind; In order to welcome autumn, apples are specially decorated and painted with rouge ... The fiery sorghum stands upright at the waist, and from a distance, the fiery ocean is like a raging fire, which is very spectacular; Corn is the guardian of farmland. It holds its head high and examines everyone who passes by. Cotton sticks out its round head, wears green clothes and dances happily with autumn ... People or things in autumn are immersed in a beautiful atmosphere and dance with strong and mellow wine.

Autumn has a kind of smug beauty, but also with a touch of sadness.

Autumn is sadness and parting in the eyes of poets. Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman's Pride Qiu Si" expresses the homesickness of the soldiers who have been guarding the border for a long time. Su Shi's "Water Turn around" expresses his nostalgia for his family and his blessing to leave others. Ma Zhiyuan's Tianjingsha Qiu Si ... all express the poet's homesickness and homesickness. The wanderer in the distance expressed his deep loneliness and sadness in a foreign land with poems sung through the ages. Who can understand his yearning for his family and can only ask the bright moon to take it away? The red leaves on the maple tree, like a letter written by a wanderer away from home to his family, are gently lifted by the wind to send a miss to parents who are looking forward to their children coming home; Autumn wind rolls up fallen leaves, with the sound of "wow, wow", much like a friend singing "farewell" for people far away; The bright moon hangs high in the sky, as if telling the sadness of leaving people and wishing the family a reunion.

Autumn is solemn and warm, it can bring people hope, it will tell people a story, a story about beauty and missing.

I like vibrant spring, sunny summer and white winter, but I prefer fruitful autumn.

Autumn is like a magical magician, dyeing our lovely world colorful. Maple trees were turned into lively red by the light beam. From a distance, they look like a red cloud, more like a burning flame. Willow is gilded, so bright and lovely. Some leaves are reluctant to leave Liu's mother, playfully swaying in the branches with the autumn wind and dancing like butterflies. More yellow-leaf babies can't wait to pounce on the earth. There are more and more fallen leaves, like a thick golden blanket, so soft and comfortable to step on.

In autumn, the trees that once flourished are now withered, as if they had just lost the battle. Sister Rose in the flower bed took off her bright red short skirt and looked miserable, while Sister Chrysanthemum was so happy that she danced peacock dance with the song of the wind.

Autumn wind, you are a girl-gentle and quiet. Look, you sing like a silver bell and come to the most lively place in early autumn-the field. You walk in their expectation, with light and slow steps. Autumn valley smiles, quietly accepts your touch, ups and downs happily, like rolling a thousand waves; The sorghum over there is waiting anxiously. The autumn wind is like fire. Otherwise, how can you dye sorghum golden? The timid corn doll leaned out curiously to listen to your song ... In an instant, rice bent over with laughter, sorghum blushed, and corn opened its arms happily. . Then you ran away across the field. Step by step, a golden autumn, a harvest, you dedicated yourself to the earth, you blew the heavy harvest into the hearts of farmers, drunk farmers' smiles.

Ah! Autumn, I love you! Not only because of your beauty, but also because you have brought people the joy of harvest!

Autumn 14 autumn, stepping on the red carpet paved with red maple leaves, quietly arrived. A piece of golden rice is particularly dazzling in the sun. How beautiful it is that the breeze is blowing and the waves are rolling! Pieces of golden yellow reflected in my eyes, gradually condensed into that little autumn chrysanthemum, which is a beautiful landscape in my memory.

The first time I saw chrysanthemums, I went to my aunt's house as a child. I found that little yellow chrysanthemum in the small yard outside the window. It is slim and elegant, just like the colorful coat of a butterfly. It looks elegant and beautiful. It was just a casual glance, but it was deeply engraved in my heart and became an indelible landscape.

Early spring, spring returns to the earth, everything recovers and everything is full of vitality. In other words, it also came out of the soil, and when the bud appeared, it seemed to be snooping around carefully. Small buds are green and dripping, fluttering in the wind. In midsummer, the leaves of chrysanthemum gradually turn blue and become more dense. After the heavy rain, the green is dripping, which makes people daydream. There are small buds on the branches, and the leaves tightly surround the stamens, waiting for the arrival of autumn.

Autumn comes with the call of everything. The autumn wind blew off leaves and petals. The bleak autumn is also a unique scenery. The unique color of autumn is daisies that stand proudly in the cold wind and autumn frost. The beautiful and elegant daisy still smiles at the blue sky. At this time, most of the flowers have withered, only the autumn chrysanthemum is still in full bloom, and clusters of pink, yellow and white are frolicking with the autumn wind. The petals of the daisy droop slightly, and the ends are slightly curled, mysterious and soft. It looks slim, just like being in the middle of water. With the quiet departure of autumn, the strong Qiuju gradually fell asleep, waiting for the call of the autumn girl.

When I encounter difficulties and confusion, the clusters of beautiful, simple but elegant and strong autumn chrysanthemums are always vivid and vivid, giving me unlimited strength and full of fighting spirit. It is such a beautiful, elegant, elegant and strong autumn chrysanthemum, which is an unparalleled scenery!

Composition 15 the second day of autumn yesterday, a strong wind of seven winds lasted all day, blowing the season into winter at once.

It's already 6: 00 a.m. 15, and it's still dark outside, with no light in sight. But I want to see the riverside after the gale and see the withered scene. This idea forced me to put on my long-lost sportswear and jog and wander in the cold streets.

It's really cold. The wind blows on the face, chilly; My hands are a little cold, and the air exhaled too much condenses into a faint, rolling fog.

It's getting light. The grass by the river is still green. The flower ponds of seedlings such as Ligustrum lucidum are still wet. These green plants are due to watering. The river is calm and has no ripples. Did the fish hibernate? The most obvious sight in winter is the willows on both sides. There are fallen dead leaves under the tree from the shawl. The branches that hang down carefully are either lifeless green, dry and lifeless; Either it is yellow, as if it can be lit with matches and burned on it with thorns. Most of the branches and leaves are mixed with yellow and green, and they endure the frost and fog. Occasionally, a bird with no name and no trace croaked among the branches and leaves. Autumn is sad, and the happy season is also sad.

Two days ago, there were two rows of orange and slightly curled leaves on the buttonwood trees on both sides of Wu Tong Road, just like chickens that lost their hair overnight. Even if one or two leaves were dropped, they were dull.

Some people who get up late put on gloves and some put on masks. Busters standing by the bus stop has been hiding his feet and wearing a scarf around his neck, and he can't see his face.