Late autumn masterpiece

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Late autumn excellent composition 1 the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the dead leaves and flowers are falling slowly, paving a road on the ground. The bleak autumn wind wipes the sky and the clouds are crumbling. In the autumn sunshine, geese fly south. There is only a frost red between heaven and earth, a trace of coolness and a sadness.

When I came to the park as a child, I felt a long-lost feeling. The path at the door is as spacious as ever. The maple trees on both sides bend towards the middle of the road, and the red maple leaves fall to the ground, leaving only a few scattered pieces on the treetops. Autumn wind blowing, maple leaves flying, still so gorgeous. The sweeper went over and took the beauty away. I wandered the path for a long time and continued to go deeper.

Going to the corner, going downhill along the roadside, sliding down to the river, looking at the calm river, my heart is a little sour. It turns out that the wild ducks on the river have turned into maple leaves, and the microwaves are floating on the water and swaying to my side. I picked up a small stone and threw it into the middle of the river. "whoosh, dong!" Ripples on the water and waves in my heart.

On the way back, I saw several children running after them, laughing and running on the maple leaves, and the voice of "rustling sand" sounded. In them, I saw my own shadow. Those children kicked the ball and it flew to my leg. I picked it up and threw it at them. When they got the ball, they smiled at me and I smiled back at them.

My mood gradually became relaxed. I walked into a maple forest, and red maple leaves spread all over the floor, forming a blanket, on which I walked happily. Fall into the childhood dream, imagine yourself flying in the wind, beside the light cloud, the wild geese around me are chirping to me, and we fly south to the boundless distance. I imagined myself suddenly tripping over a branch and slamming on the maple leaf.

I lay down and looked at the sky through the maple grove. I saw that Qiu turned into a figure, walked to the horizon, and roared off. The world faded from frost and red and was covered with white. ...

My father and I are running by the river.

Father has a bad leg and a sick knee. According to common sense, he shouldn't run, but in order to give me an example and encouragement, he insisted on accompanying me.

This beautiful zhanhe in late autumn! There are some corrugated chairs in the river from time to time, and there is a small stone wall connected by chains by the river. The fisherman turned over, jumped on the small stone steps, took out his fishing rod and threw it at Hanoi, drawing a beautiful arc in the air. Further up is a long sidewalk with a slope next to it. There are flowers and plants of various shapes on it, which are scattered from a distance. There are golden leaves, yellow-green lawns and dark-green pine forests everywhere on the riverbank. Fat sparrows lie in the grass, bugs flying around disguised as bees, and small watermelon bugs that curl up when touched.

My father and I started running from a pavilion on the river bank. Our goal is to run back and forth. The first half is difficult, the road is high and low, and the small trees on both sides of the road make us feel very happy at first. I want to run in the forest.

After a while, we saw a big lawn, in which some people were practicing music, others were exercising, and the old man with gray hair and beard was practicing Tai Chi. Finally, the front is the end, the back is sweaty, and I feel a little tired. At the finish line, I bent my back with my hands crossed and panted, "Let's ... Let's not ... Let's not run, okay?" My father said, "Hold on! Persistence is victory! " It suddenly occurred to me that my father was sick and accompanied me to run hard. How can I give up easily! So I came to my senses and ran the second half with my father.

The morning glow shone on my father and me, and we looked at the beautiful zhanhe.

The weather in late autumn is gray. Although it is not as pink and green as spring, it is full of vitality in summer, but it also has a unique beauty.

As the last few drops of autumn rain fell on the earth, a ray of warm sunshine sprinkled on my face, illuminating my heart, and the gentle autumn wind blew away my inner irritability. I seem to see a huge rainbow on the horizon, which divides the sky into two, one bright and one dark. My mood also warmed up with my gratitude to my mother and became as comfortable as this weather.

My handwriting is sloppy, and my mother often warns me, but I disagree every time. I tried to write and watch TV, and my pen jumped around my exercise book like an elf. I don't care about fonts. When checking homework, my mother's calm and soft face became redder and redder, and her face was ugly. My mother hissed, tore up her homework and said angrily to me, "How can I show this font to the teacher?" It's purely coping, rewriting! "My hands trembled slightly and my eyes felt hazy. Tears trickled down my cheeks. I strode into the room and slammed the door. I watched a yellow leaf floating in the air outside the window. I feel as if I can't find the lost road like this leaf. I'm at a loss. The next day, I handed the rewritten homework to the teacher. Unexpectedly, the teacher was surprised and didn't believe it was my handwriting. At that moment, a sense of guilt welled up in my heart. I immediately understood my mother's pains and looked out of the window. The rain stopped, and the bright sunshine shone on my face, illuminating my heart.

The sky is high and the clouds are light. For the first time, the scenery in late autumn is no longer so bleak. The sun breaks through the dark clouds, shines on the earth and illuminates everything around me. I also broke through my inner troubles and thanked my mother for helping me out of the inner late autumn, which made me feel warm.

On a cloudy day in late autumn for 4 days, the yellow leaves on the street rolled up in small eddies with the dust, which was an alarm that autumn rain was coming.

The wind whizzed past the window, and the obstruction of the window made it growl discontentedly, deep and powerful. I sat on the sofa in my bedroom, quietly listening to the sound of the wind. Through the door of the back room, you can vaguely hear the noise of the living room. Dad and the landlord quarreled again.

I scanned everything in the room. Warm lights shed, making them gentle. The wardrobe with polished edges and corners, the white sheets and the walls covered with cards have accompanied me for ten years. In a few days, I will appear in another strange room, completely separated from them.

The wind outside the window is a little smaller, mixed with the sound of falling rain. Raindrops hit the glass, making the street outside the window muddy. I don't know when the landlord left, so my father slammed the door open. His eyes were wide and bloodshot, his mouth kept saying something, and his face was red with anger. He picked up the cup on the table, poured a mouthful of water into his mouth and gulped it down. Then he turned to me and said, "Let's move today!" Say that finish, he began to tidy up the room. The old small room was soon empty, and dim lights flashed in the corner, as if waving goodbye to us.

Out of the door, a cool breeze came on my face and poured into my clothes, which made me shrink my neck. After the baptism of autumn rain, the streets are stained with the breath of autumn, which is particularly deserted. The leaves couldn't resist the raindrops and fell one after another. I stepped on the wet leaves, crossed the puddle and tried my best to catch up with my father.

I got on the bus after my father, and the building in front of me quickly regressed, from familiar to unfamiliar, and disappeared in the drizzle with the surrounding scenery.

The sky is covered with a layer of gray sand cloth, without any color. Raindrops and the wind flew farther and swept away the "past".

Excellent composition in late autumn 5 Although the flowers and trees in late autumn gradually turn yellow, they are not as colorful as those in spring and summer, but I especially like the scenery in late autumn.

After noon in the mountains, the air is crisp in autumn. A moment ago, it was a pure blue sky, but now a few gauze-like white clouds suddenly floated in the sky, dancing like blue cloaks and white scarves, forming a colorful landscape in late autumn.

Oh, I've never seen such a beautiful scenery.

The sun in the west is like an old woman's face, with a sweet and kind smile, like a ripe persimmon, which has plated everything with a layer of gold.

In the blue sky, flocks of tits fly out of their love nests in search of food. They fell on the branches and the wheat fields for a while, looking for them. They were very happy. Suddenly, two white doves flew from a distance, like two fluffy white clouds, and they were flapping their snow-white wings slowly and flying low, as if looking for food.

Mountains, hazy, vague, even every ridge is so gentle, no place is lonely and proud; But to live in harmony and intimacy.

Looking up from afar, the forest full of mountains is like a sea of gold; There are several poplars in front of us, like fashion models appearing on stage, decorating the earth with their beautiful faces. Suddenly, an autumn wind swept away, and the leaves on the ground covered the poplar with a thick golden quilt. Although the "little hand" of a poor leaf on the poplar tightly grasped the "big hand" of "mother", it was finally brought to a strange world by the "mother-in-law" of autumn wind. In an instant, a violent whirlwind swept away the fallen leaves on the ground, and Xiaoye began to live independently in the world.

The gale has passed, and the sky is clear in Wan Li. Layers of terraced fields are dotted with green wheat seedlings, like a green carpet on the stairs, climbing up step by step to connect heaven and earth. When the mountain wind blows, I suddenly look back. Layers of green wheat seedlings are flying down and have been painted as green waterfalls by the master.

Ah, early autumn is beautiful, Mid-Autumn is beautiful, and late autumn gives me strength.

Autumn wind in Xu Lai, blowing through the treetops, red leaves falling, the city turned into a fiery red color, but the weather in late autumn was cold.

You and I-my hair is arm in arm, walking side by side on the path at the school gate, stepping on the fallen leaves, "click, click."

"I turned to look at you, and you frowned and pursed your lips.

"What are you thinking, a face of sadness.

""well ... I'm going to transfer.

"You low head, very light.

I thought I heard wrong. "Do you want to transfer? Where are you going? Forty-one middle school? Three or six joint schools? However, this is not important. We live very close, and we can see you wherever you go.

"You didn't answer, or keep walking with your head down.

For a long time, you stopped.

"I want to study in Shanghai.

"I'm silly, leaves falling. Gradually, the ground was covered and my heart seemed to be covered. I feel an unprecedented oppression. Later, we all stopped talking, only the leaves under our feet were ringing.

The wind in late autumn and the cold wind in winter are a bit biting.

At noon the next day, the bright sun hung in the blue sky.

The sunshine surrounds us, not as hot as summer, but very warm.

I took your hand and said, "When are you leaving? If I have time, I will see you off.

""this Sunday, around ten o'clock in the morning.

"I nodded, as if to open a small window, blowing a wisp of warm autumn wind.

How time flies! It's Sunday in a blink of an eye.

You have to leave. I got up early and kept looking at the windowsill. I'm afraid I'll miss you.

nine

Go downstairs as soon as you arrive at one o'clock.

I ran to the door of your yard and looked around.

"I'm here!" I jumped up from my chair, ran to hug you, and a little warmth slid across my cheek.

It's another autumn, and I'm walking alone on the path at the door, remembering our little things.

We parted in late autumn.

In late autumn, the weather is already very cold, and the yellow leaves on the branches have almost fallen, leaving only a few pieces shivering alone in the intermittent autumn wind.

At this time of my childhood, I should be running all over the mountain with my friends to find Chen hawthorn tree!

When I was a child, I lived in my grandmother's house, a place called "Shangougou". I am as naughty as other children. Whenever in late autumn, I always go to pick old hawthorn with my friends. Partners like to pick up the kind of fruit on the ground. The skin is a little faded and ripe. These fruits are sweet, not sour. But I like to reach deep into the branches and pick those red fruits. These fruits are neither sour nor sweet. I don't care if my delicate arm is scratched by a branch. I don't like this acid, but my grandmother's hands can make it sweeter.

I still remember the first time I picked hawthorn. My braids are scattered and my arms and legs are scarred. When my grandmother saw me, she quickly took me into her arms and said, "Nizi, if you want to eat hawthorn, ask my grandmother to pick it for you, because it hurts all over you." When grandma spoke, her eyes were sparkling and her eyes were slightly red. When I was a child, I knew that my grandmother loved me and nodded.

The autumn wind is still blowing, and some yellow leaves on the tree can't stand it and fall gently.

I remember the last time my grandmother came to our house, it was also late autumn, and she was still carrying a bag of freshly fried old hawthorn in her hand. The taste of hawthorn has long been forgotten, but the injuries on her arms and legs are unforgettable. I only remember that my grandmother said with a wry smile, "Ni, there are fewer and fewer old hawthorn, so it's hard to find!" " At that moment, I cried. Yes, there are fewer and fewer old hawthorns, but my grandmother's love for me only increases.

All the yellow leaves on the tree have fallen, and grandma is getting old. She seldom comes again.

The autumn wind is rustling, blowing off the yellow leaves of trees and falling to the ground. Some leaves are attached to their mother's arms, but the autumn wind still blows mercilessly. They had to spin in the air, turn around step by step and reluctantly fall to the ground.

This rustling autumn wind blew off leaves, turned yellow grass and chilled my heart.

That autumn was the darkest autumn for me-the autumn wind silently took away my old grandmother, my father's grandmother, who loved me very much. "Zhen Zhen, don't be sad. Death is not the end, but the beginning of another life cycle. I will exist in another way. Don't be sad, my child ... "The old grandmother lay in bed, smiling, her eyes filled with peace, as if death was just a game, a trip, a farewell, and she would meet again tomorrow. ...

In the small courtyard outside the window, the yellow leaves on the pomegranate tree are falling like my tears, while the pomegranate covered with branches is getting bigger and redder. Flowers fall, leaves fall, but fruits are growing. The leaves will sprout again next year ... this is what the old grandmother called "the cycle of life"!

Grandma, do you remember? That autumn, we went to pick pomegranates together. Your wrinkled face smiled like a child, sitting on a big stone in the pomegranate forest, and you told me many legendary stories about pomegranate. Your wrinkled hand stroked my hair, and the temperature was warmer than the sun.

Grandma, do you remember? That autumn, we went to see chrysanthemums, colorful, yellow elegant, white noble, purple warm and deep, and splashing.

Gently swaying in the autumn wind. At that time, you promised me that you would come to see chrysanthemums with me every year, remember? Why did you leave without us?

The autumn wind blowing outside the window silently took away my old grandmother, but it couldn't take away my wonderful experience with her, nor could it take away the happy memories that belong to me now.

Late autumn excellent composition 9 Late autumn, a cool breeze blew, blowing up the leaves scattered on the ground.

Autumn, fruitful, the earth seems to be covered with a golden quilt, and the leaves on the trees slowly turn yellow. Finally, they all fell from the tree. The crops planted by farmers are also mature. In this harvest season, farmers are particularly busy.

This morning, my friend asked me to pick apples together. When we came to this place, we saw all the apple trees. The apples on the tree are red, some are exposed, some are hidden under the leaves, and the leaves are dark green. After we went in, each of us took a basket and an apple-picking tool. It has a long rod with an iron hook at the top. It is silver and is used to pick apples.

After several of us went in, everyone had an idea. I picked all the apples I could at a fast speed, and those apples that grew on the treetops let them fall by themselves. Suddenly, someone shouted, which was deafening. By the time I saw him, he had run for a long time. He felt shivering and his face would sweat from time to time. Let's ask what's going on quickly. It turns out that there is a fat bug in the apple. We laughed and said, "Even bugs are afraid." He was sweating with fear. It took him a while to recover, and we started picking again.

It was suggested that after we picked two apples, everyone should choose the sweetest one, and we all agreed. After picking, we came to the platform, cut it with a knife and tasted it one by one. After tasting, we decided to win or lose. Everyone picked a sweet one, so we all won and we all laughed. A happy day ended in laughter.

The wind in late autumn is very cool, and the brilliance of the sunset fills the whole sky, as if the world were dyed red.

Excellent composition in late autumn 10 Autumn is the harvest season, and fruits are everywhere. What impressed me the most was picking pomegranate in late autumn last year.

After the final exam last year, my mother decided to take me to Jinniu Mountain to pick pomegranates. In the morning, the first ray of sunshine shone on the earth, and white clouds floated in the blue sky. My mother drove me to Jinniu Mountain. Looking at the blue sky and white clouds in the distance, I am very excited, as if I have been in the pomegranate forest.

After several hours of bumps, we finally reached Jinniu Mountain. As soon as I got out of the car door, a fresh pomegranate fragrance came to my nose, which was refreshing. Looking around, two rows of neat farmhouses extend all the way to the mountain. The pomegranate trees in the pomegranate garden are covered with red pomegranates, like lanterns and onions, all smiling and showing full fruits, as if to say, "Pick me, pick me!" "

After playing outside enough, go to the pomegranate garden to pick pomegranates. The farmer gave me and my mother a basket and a tool like pliers. I excitedly ran under a pomegranate tree and pounded the pomegranate with tools. Pomegranate just tilted down a little, even without a trace. I pulled it with my hand, but it seemed to stay here, showing only a trace of folding. I'm anxious to do everything I can to make it indifferent. Just when I lost my confidence, I remembered a sentence in The Analects: In a threesome, there must be a teacher. I thought: yes, I want to learn how others choose, don't I? So, I calmed down and observed how the farmer picked it: I saw him holding a basket in one hand, pressing the tool with the other hand, the blade on the tool bounced off, and then gently cut it to the root, and a pomegranate entered the basket. I suddenly realized that I should do it like a farmer, and sure enough, with a bang, I cut it off. I mastered the method, cut pomegranates when I saw them, and soon picked a basket. My mother gave me a thumbs-up when she saw how many I had picked. I'm so happy!

The cool autumn wind came at me, the pomegranate on the pomegranate tree trembled slightly and the sun shone warmly. I am very happy.