A composition describing the weather in autumn

The sultry weather quietly left with heavy steps. Autumn is coming to us. Autumn. There will be a drizzle. Autumn rain. Not as enthusiastic as summer. It is not as energetic as spring, but as thin as a needle. light ...

Autumn. Wild fruit fragrance. Ye Xiang fills the air. In the breeze. Drifting with the cool rain. It also shows the unique charm of autumn. Thin raindrops fell on me. The sudden coolness blew away the impetuousness in my heart. Bring people into the artistic conception. Walking alone on the gentle and elegant path. Deeply feel the meaning of autumn. A drop of delicate autumn rain fell on the tree. On earth. Let everything in front of us form a pure and peaceful picture. Autumn rain moistens everything and is fresh. It awakened the sleeping earth in time. Make our city look brand-new. As if spotless.

It's raining quietly, only a little bit. The rain was thick and oblique in the air. Like a mist. The grass is yellow. The leaves of buttonwood trees are falling in the street. Only a few bits and pieces of leaves are still alive. In an instant. It's a little bleak. I can't help daydreaming in my mind. Thinking; Wild geese fly through the autumn sky, and the night is in the middle. It is crazy for the wind to return to the pond. Years are like arrows. Autumn moon, autumn night and long autumn day. Every time I read this poem, I am always wrapped in a deep sadness about autumn. I wish I could get rid of the sad autumn rain. Feel the freshness and tranquility after the noisy summer. More to experience the heroic "autumn wind and autumn rain", less to lament the helplessness of "autumn wind and autumn rain".

I appreciate the autumn wind. I was intoxicated by her elegance and exquisiteness. This brilliance suddenly gave me a strong feeling.

autumn rain

Rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves a soft net and nets the whole autumn world. The sky is dark, too, like the roof of an old house covered with cobwebs. The pile of gray clouds in the sky is like white powder peeling off the roof. Under the cover of this old roof, everything looks extremely dull. The green pomegranates, mulberry trees and vines in the garden only represent the prosperity of the past summer, but now they have become the remains of ancient Roman architecture, shivering in the rustling rain and recalling the glorious past. The color of grass has turned into melancholy yellow, and fresh flowers can no longer be found underground; The delicate daffodils planted outside the dormitory wall hung their heads with tears in their eyes and lamented their bad luck there. It was only two sunny days, and it was such a moldy rainy day. Only the sweet-scented osmanthus in the corner, the branches have been decorated with several precious buds as gold, carefully hidden under the green oval leaves, revealing a little hope of new life germination.

It's raining quietly, only the thin sound of rain. The orange-red house, like an old monk in colorful robes, bowed his head and closed his eyes, accepting the baptism of rain. The wet red brick exudes irritating pig blood, which is in sharp contrast with the green laurel leaves under the wall. Gray toad, jumping in the wet and moldy mud; Under the gloomy net of autumn rain, it is the only thing full of joy and life. The mottled gray-yellow pattern on its back corresponds to the dreary sky in the distance, resulting in a harmonious tone. It jumped up with a plop, jumped into the mud from the grass nest, and splashed dark green water.

autumn rain

The hot summer has passed, and the sun is no longer burning the earth. The weather gradually turned cold, yellow leaves fell gently from the trees, and the children changed into sweaters.

When I woke up in the morning, I heard the tinkling rain, as if it were a light and lively music. The continuous autumn rain slowly fell to the ground, splashing water droplets the size of sugar balls in puddles, so I thought, maybe this autumn rain is sweet? The big trees next to the house were washed clean by the rain, and the green color and crystal rain hung on their leaves, which looked so beautiful. The road from car to car was also washed clean by rain. The car passed by it, splashing like a piece of ground glass.

It kept raining, and transparent bead curtains were woven outside the window. In the street, people are walking around like flowers with colorful umbrellas. The rain made the city more beautiful.