On the Imitation of Qiu Si

1. How to write an imitation composition about autumn memory? Since I can tell the ages of the four seasons, I have a strange sense of eternity in autumn. Dad said, this is because I was born in autumn.

Childhood attachment to autumn is simple and naive. At that time, we often went to the wild to look for dandelion balls in small groups. Gently pick one, put it on your mouth and blow it, and immediately thousands of fairy feathers are scattered all over the floor, which is really beautiful. Sometimes I go to grandpa Zhang's yard to look for maple leaves that have fallen to the ground. At this time, they have been flushed with frost and used as bookmarks in books. They are very cute.

Autumn is the season with the most fruits and vegetables in a year, and the streets are full of apples and pears. What attracts me most is tender corn and sweet potato. No matter where I play, I always listen with my ears up, but there are shouts of selling corn. As soon as he heard this, he flew home and took a small basket, holding grandma's hand hard, ran to the farmer who sold corn and watched grandma skillfully pick some big corn to take home. Then, I sat quietly in front of the pot where the corn was cooked, listening to the sound of steam hitting the lid ... As soon as the smell of the corn dispersed, I couldn't wait to pick one out with chopsticks, throw it into a cold water basin prepared in advance to cool, and then take it out and peel it carefully.

The autumn season in a year is really short, and people haven't appreciated its rich colors, winter. .

or

Missing in autumn

Autumn, where I once lived, is the harvest season. Since I was a child, I like to sit by the lake in the park, quietly smelling the red apples in the warm sunshine and gentle autumn wind, lingering for a long time, and then savoring the sweet taste. In my memory, it seems to be the smell of autumn when I was a child.

Last night, I occasionally turned over the yellowed diary, only to remember the dusty past and the lost childhood, only to find that time flies. Unconsciously, many years have passed. I am still used to sitting by the lake in the park in autumn, but I don't know when the apple has become a vague memory. I prefer to sit quietly in the afterglow of the sunset, watching the fallen leaves in the wind, watching the ripples on the water and watching the lonely geese heading south in the sky. All this was never noticed when I was young, perhaps because I was lost and became melancholy and sad; Perhaps it is because my mind is autistic, so I feel very kind to this sad beauty, or perhaps it is because I can find the shadow of my platform in this decadent beauty. I don't want to change myself like a lost bird. I just live every day naturally. There is no happiness or sadness, happiness or pain. Life is like a glass of water, insipid and tasteless.

Time goes by little by little, and the days pass by day; I seem to forget how many autumn days have passed, perhaps because for many years, every autumn seems to be yesterday, and nothing has changed. Until this autumn, I will leave this city, go to another place and start a new life. Only when I left did I know that I was so strange to the city where I had lived for many years that I had no attachment in my heart. Just before I left, I inadvertently saw the only familiar lake, and my heart was full of crystal. I think this may be the only memory and nostalgia left by this city.

2. Write a composition based on the nostalgia for autumn. I have a lot of nostalgia for autumn. For me, there are also many topics worth talking about. How many poets at home and abroad praised it for being so wonderful! Today we should also talk about autumn.

For some people, it is sad and lonely to meet autumn since ancient times, but autumn is a season of harvest and wealth for farmers. This is a season for farmers to smile forever, and it is a beautiful festival. At the end of the frontier fortress, the yellow sunset sets little by little. Every time I see this scene, I don't feel sad and want to cry, but I am crying again. In late autumn, sitting at my desk, I occasionally look at the dark indigo trees swaying outside the window. There is no longer a sunny shadow on the earth. Looking at the children's tight clothes chains and long hair fluttering in the wind, we never put on more clothes and sweaters. Autumn! It also contains a hint of fierceness, and autumn is like a "big autumn consideration." The autumn wind blows around, and the wind blows on the face with a cool feeling. Don't say how wonderful it is. The autumn wind is invisible and intangible, which is very "awesome"! It is always naughty blowing from my side, which makes me feel embarrassed. The autumn wind messed up my hair and really made me feel at a loss!

In autumn, how can I forget moon cakes? The Mid-Autumn Festival is quietly coming to us. The moon is full, and it is full in this desolate month. During the Mid-Autumn Festival family reunion, we really sat on the balcony eating moon cakes, which seemed so helpless. The Mid-Autumn Festival is a cycle, a cycle, and another cycle has passed. Here it comes, here it goes, here it comes again. How wonderful. This undoubtedly shows a desolation. Here, delicious moon cakes are sweet in the mouth and bitter in the stomach. At that time, when my family was in Acacia, they were all eating delicious food. Mooncakes with various flavors were really enjoyable!

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is followed by the annual, sacred and solemn festival-National Day, which is called the Golden Week, alas! After a month of intense and complicated study, I can always relax during the Golden Week. National Day is solemn!

I miss autumn, I like autumn, and I like naughty Qiu Si. After the Mid-Autumn Festival, I will welcome the National Day, autumn, happiness, truth and beauty!

Another autumn has come, and the weather is very cool, which seems to be similar to the previous autumn, but the scene is different! Even the autumn wind is full of faint sadness.

I remember when I was a child, I always liked to go to my uncle's house in autumn, because every time I went, he would send us rich fruits and other delicious things. Of course, the main reason is that he will play with me.

I was lonely at that time, not because I didn't want to play with others, but because I was surrounded by adults. No one e69DA5E69E79Be5Baa63133638135 was willing to talk to me, so my understanding of adults is: a group of wood, no human feelings. When I met my uncle, my idea collapsed. ...

My uncle likes children and animals very much, so he has a childlike innocence. Once, I saw my uncle's cat, so fat that four calves seemed unable to bear their own weight. I asked my uncle, "Uncle, how did you make it so fat?" "Because it misses you." My uncle looked at me with a puzzled look and said, "Well, eat if you miss, eat if you miss, and eat if you miss too much.". Speaking of it, this is also your credit! " "Ah, does it really miss me so much? Then I will come here often in the future! " Simple children, so easy to promise others. If not, there won't be so many wonderful chapters in my childhood memory!

Last autumn, it was a pity that we couldn't go to my uncle's house because of something. However, just the night before we decided to go, a phone call broke the peace of the night. The content is: My uncle died.

"How is that possible? I don't believe it. It is impossible that he is in such good health. You must have heard it wrong! " This is what I heard from my mother. My mother just patted me on the shoulder. "You stay at home, I go to the hospital, I will go to mourning at noon tomorrow. You are not allowed to go anywhere. "

At that time, I didn't listen at all, and my sadness was magnified, magnified ... When I reacted, my face was full of tears.

At the funeral, I watched my uncle's body lying in the glass called coffin, and my childhood and uncle's days were replayed in my mind over and over again. Looking at my uncle's portrait, I was thinking: Uncle, did you have a good time there? Be sure to live happily there!

Autumn, a sad and full of laughter season, a lonely and not lonely season; And those memories, branded in my heart forever. Never forget.

4. Imitate the homesickness in autumn and write a 600-word composition with fallen leaves in autumn.

I'm walking on the Golden Avenue, and it's already autumn. Everything is ready to hibernate, and Ginkgo biloba leaves are sprinkled on the earth like a thick layer.

Thick golden carpet, small light spots shooting down from the top of the head. What a beautiful autumn this autumn will be!

The paths in the park are covered with yellow leaves, and the usually dense ginkgo trees turn into golden trees. The whole world is like gold. The sun fell on the trickle of a stream, and the stream became sparkling. Lingering: describe clear water and clear stone. The waves are bright and clean. ], flashing dazzling light, is the golden soup. The low bushes are dotted with golden light, and golden leaves fall on them, as if golden spheres were placed in the forest. Ginkgo biloba and Chinese parasol trees are towering by the roadside, and many leaves are swaying on the branches. When the breeze blows, the scattered golden leaves are waltzing and ready to sleep on the road! There are faint clouds floating in the sky. The sun radiates golden light and reflects on the clouds. The clouds turn golden and the sky is golden!

Looking back on summer, the heat enveloped the earth, the scorching sun hung high in the air, and the dazzling sunshine exposed the whole park to the red sun, but the boulevard was still cool and pleasant. Dense ginkgo and phoenix tree propped up a green sunshade, and the sun could not shine in. The trees are green, cool and pleasant, which is much more comfortable than the air conditioner at home. The stream flows gently on the edge, singing refreshing [note: Qin: infiltration], which means fragrant and cool air or drink, making people feel comfortable. He also described the poems and articles as beautiful and moving, giving people a fresh and hearty feeling. 】' s song, running happily ahead. Under the bushes, countless hard-working workers are continuing to carry out magnificent projects, and the awning is above their heads, which makes them have an extremely comfortable workplace. When the tree is growing, the green leaves block the heat and the branches block the feeling of heat. They are silent [note: no sound, no smell. Metaphor has no reputation and is unknown. ] Work hard and contribute to the world.

I accidentally saw a white line and walked quickly forward. It was a small piece of paper that was torn off, and several big letters were clearly written on it. These leaves provide shade for people in summer, these fallen leaves cover the earth in autumn, and these dead leaves also wrap the trees with a new coat in winter. But don't go back, don't be famous, as long as you are on the avenue. This handwriting seems familiar, but I don't know who it is. After reading the content, I am thoughtful [note: if: it seems. As if thinking about something. ]……

5. Imitate Qiu Si and write a composition of about 500 words. Autumn is the harvest season where I once lived. Since I was a child, I like to sit by the lake in the park, quietly smelling the red apples in the warm sunshine and gentle autumn wind, lingering for a long time, and then savoring the sweet taste. In my memory, it seems to be the smell of autumn when I was a child.

Last night, I occasionally turned over the yellowed diary, only to remember the dusty past and the lost childhood, only to find that time flies. Unconsciously, many years have passed. I am still used to sitting by the lake in the park in autumn, but I don't know when the apple has become a vague memory. I prefer to sit quietly in the afterglow of the sunset, watching the fallen leaves in the wind, watching the ripples on the water and watching the lonely geese heading south in the sky. All this was never noticed when I was young, perhaps because I was lost and became melancholy and sad; Perhaps it is because my mind is autistic, so I feel very kind to this sad beauty, or perhaps it is because I can find the shadow of my platform in this decadent beauty. I don't want to change myself like a lost bird. I just live every day naturally. There is no happiness or sadness, happiness or pain. Life is like a glass of water, insipid and tasteless.

Time goes by little by little, and the days pass by day; I seem to forget how many autumn days have passed, perhaps because for many years, every autumn seems to be yesterday, and nothing has changed. Until this autumn, I will leave this city, go to another place and start a new life. Only when I left did I know that I was so strange to the city where I had lived for many years that I had no attachment in my heart. Just before I left, I inadvertently saw the only familiar lake, and my heart was full of crystal. I think this may be the only memory and nostalgia left by this city.

6. Imitate the homesickness in autumn and write a composition. I have a lot of nostalgia for autumn. For me, there are also many topics worth talking about. How many poets at home and abroad praised it for being so wonderful! Today we should also talk about autumn.

For some people, it is sad and lonely to meet autumn since ancient times, but autumn is a season of harvest and wealth for farmers. This is a season for farmers to smile forever, and it is a beautiful festival. At the end of the frontier fortress, the yellow sunset sets little by little. Every time I see this scene, I don't feel sad and want to cry, but I am crying again. In late autumn, sitting at my desk, I occasionally look at the dark indigo trees swaying outside the window. There is no longer a sunny shadow on the earth. Looking at the children's tight clothes chains and long hair fluttering in the wind, we never put on more clothes and sweaters. Autumn! It also contains a hint of fierceness, and autumn is like a "big autumn consideration." The autumn wind blows around, and the wind blows on the face with a cool feeling. Don't say how wonderful it is. The autumn wind is invisible and intangible, which is very "awesome"! It is always naughty blowing from my side, which makes me feel embarrassed. The autumn wind messed up my hair and really made me feel at a loss!

In autumn, how can I forget moon cakes? The Mid-Autumn Festival is quietly coming to us. The moon is full, and it is full in this desolate month. During the Mid-Autumn Festival family reunion, we really sat on the balcony eating moon cakes, which seemed so helpless. The Mid-Autumn Festival is a cycle, a cycle, and another cycle has passed. Here it comes, here it goes, here it comes again. How wonderful. This undoubtedly shows a desolation. Here, delicious moon cakes are sweet in the mouth and bitter in the stomach. At that time, my family was eating delicious food when I was in Acacia, and moon cakes of various flavors were really enjoyable!

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is followed by the annual, sacred and solemn festival-National Day, which is called the Golden Week, alas! After a month of intense and complicated study, I can always relax during the Golden Week. National Day is solemn!

I miss autumn, I like autumn, and I like naughty Qiu Si. After the Mid-Autumn Festival, I will welcome the National Day, autumn, happiness, truth and beauty!

7. Write a composition imitating autumn thoughts, imitating autumn thoughts (grassland thoughts). During my days in Inner Mongolia Grassland Summer Camp, it can be exaggerated to say that Qian Duoduo and I were almost inseparable except sleeping at night.

Meet in the same row, eat at the same table, ride in the same car, and walk together. I don't know what we talked about when we were together. Sometimes we just look at each other and giggle and say nothing.

I know we have too many differences, such as age, gender, region and occupation. It's impossible to get so close. But the fate between people is so wonderful. Because of literary writing, she transferred from Hunan to Chengdu to Ningxia, and I transferred from Shanxi to Hunan to Tianjin, with a western line and an eastern line. I traveled halfway around China and met in Hohhot in minutes.

Maybe it's just because I took one more look in the crowd. Since then, Qian Duoduo, who is cheerful and generous, has walked into my heart and become inseparable. I can't forget standing on the podium together in the magazine, watching the music fountain together in the municipal square, attending the bonfire party together on the grassland, and walking down the Baizhang stone ladder side by side in Huanghuagou Scenic Area ... When I went to Xiangshawan Desert, our team was divided into two factions because there was a self-funded amusement project of 180 besides the big ticket of 120.

Qian Duoduo, who likes to watch the excitement, went with the "rich". The remaining eight of us entertained ourselves and chose our own project to climb the sand mountain to challenge our perseverance. I even took everyone's shoes and carried a bag for an old man.

When I finally climbed to the top of the mountain, I really felt a little tired, so I lay in the shade of Shashan service station to rest and chat. I was so thirsty.

I asked the waiter how much a bottle of ice water cost, and they said ten dollars, and I didn't want to buy it. I asked the mung bean sorbet and said five dollars. I don't usually eat that kind of food, but when I was in the desert mountains, I thought it was really the best thing in the world.

I can't bear to eat it all at once, suck it slowly, feel the coolness and comfort from the bottom of my heart, and even when there are only great things left, I don't want to throw them away. I also know that in fact, everyone wants to eat and needs it.

So when I saw them coming up, I bought eight more. The sweet one they smoked was covered with green juice.

Everyone's spirit is much better at once. They even put the words "Wen Yuan" on the empty beverage bottles, which was particularly creative.

Besides them, I also reserved one specially for money. I think she will be in a particularly good mood when she comes back for a sorbet after playing "Hi".

8. In the second day of junior high school, I imitated the composition of Missing in Autumn, with 500 words.

The bleak autumn wind blows a fallen leaf. After the intense harvest, everything withered in a blink of an eye, and the vast land was yellow.

My grandparents and I were sitting in the car, looking at the autumn outside, and there was a bleak feeling.

Grandma is in poor health After a long walk, she felt very tired, so she had to sit on a stone and have a rest.

Looking at the cheerful and lively me in front of me, grandma cheered up again and stood up with the help of grandpa.

Grandma used to be a teacher and a strong woman. There is no one in the village who doesn't know her. It is not too much to describe her as "walking like the wind and sitting like a clock". She is a good teacher at school. She is a good mother in her father's eyes; In my eyes, she is a good grandmother.

I was weak when I was a child. Father is very busy and has no time to accompany me. So the burden fell on my grandmother. Grandma is the pillar of the school and has a heavy teaching task. She runs at both ends of the school alone, cooking and cleaning up the housework. I am weak, and I have been in hospital for almost a year. She runs around the school and hospital, panting all day long, and sometimes doing needlework at night. Once strong grandma was knocked down by a disease.

Now grandma's body is greatly discounted and has become a medicine jar, just like autumn leaves, which gradually turn yellow and pale.

I ran behind my grandmother and picked up my cell phone to take a photo with them. But that scene shocked me, and then I burst into tears-

Grandma weakly deviated from grandpa a little closer, and her steps were a little hard. Gray hair drifted in the wind, and there was a pale face below. How straight grandma's back used to be! Now look at some slightly hunched back on grandpa, the figure of two people and autumn scenery, see people feel a little sad.

Autumn is here, can vibrant spring be far behind?

9. Imitating the memory of autumn 600 words I walked on the golden avenue, and it was already autumn. Everything is ready to hibernate, and Ginkgo biloba leaves are sprinkled on the earth like a thick layer.

Thick golden carpet, small light spots shooting down from the top of the head. What a beautiful autumn this autumn will be!

The paths in the park are covered with yellow leaves, and the usually dense ginkgo trees turn into golden trees. The whole world is like gold. The sun shines on the trickle of the stream, and the stream becomes sparkling and dazzling, and golden soup flows. The low bushes are dotted with golden light, and golden leaves fall on them, as if golden spheres were placed in the forest. Ginkgo biloba and Chinese parasol trees are towering by the roadside, and many leaves are swaying on the branches. When the breeze blows, the scattered golden leaves are waltzing and ready to sleep on the road! There are faint clouds floating in the sky. The sun radiates golden light and reflects on the clouds. The clouds turn golden and the sky is golden!

Looking back on summer, the heat enveloped the earth, the scorching sun hung high in the air, and the dazzling sunshine exposed the whole park to the red sun, but the boulevard was still cool and pleasant. Dense ginkgo and phoenix tree propped up a green sunshade, and the sun could not shine in. The shade of trees is green, cool and pleasant, which is much more comfortable than the air conditioner at home. The stream flows gently on the edge, singing refreshing [note: Qin: infiltration], which means fragrant and cool air or drink, making people feel comfortable. He also described the poems and articles as beautiful and moving, giving people a fresh and hearty feeling. 】' s song, running happily ahead. Under the bushes, countless hard-working workers are continuing to carry out magnificent projects, and the awning is above their heads, which makes them have an extremely comfortable workplace. When the tree is growing, the green leaves block the heat and the branches block the feeling of heat. They are silent [note: no sound, no smell. Metaphor has no reputation and is unknown. ] Work hard and contribute to the world.

I accidentally saw a white line and walked quickly forward. It was a small piece of paper that was torn off, and several big letters were clearly written on it. These leaves provide shade for people in summer, these fallen leaves cover the earth in autumn, and these dead leaves also wrap the trees with a new coat in winter. But never come back, never be famous, just stay on the boulevard.

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Answer: Since I can tell the ages of the four seasons, I have a strange sense of eternity about autumn. Dad said, this is because I was born in autumn.

Childhood attachment to autumn is simple and naive. At that time, we often went to the wild to look for dandelion balls in small groups. Gently pick one, put it on your mouth and blow it, and immediately thousands of fairy feathers are scattered all over the floor, which is really beautiful. Sometimes I go to grandpa Zhang's yard to look for maple leaves that have fallen to the ground. At this time, they have been flushed with frost and used as bookmarks in books. They are very cute.

Autumn is the season with the most fruits and vegetables in a year, and the streets are full of apples and pears. What attracts me most is tender corn and sweet potato. No matter where I play, I always listen with my ears up, but there are shouts of selling corn. As soon as he heard this, he flew home and took a small basket, holding grandma's hand hard, ran to the farmer who sold corn and watched grandma skillfully pick some big corn to take home. Then, I sat quietly in front of the pot where the corn was cooked, listening to the sound of steam hitting the lid ... As soon as the smell of the corn dispersed, I couldn't wait to pick one out with chopsticks, throw it into a cold water basin prepared in advance to cool, and then take it out and peel it carefully.

The autumn season in a year is really short, and people haven't appreciated its rich colors, winter. .

or

Missing in autumn

Autumn, where I once lived, is the harvest season. Since I was a child, I like to sit by the lake in the park, quietly smelling the red apples in the warm sunshine and gentle autumn wind, lingering for a long time, and then savoring the sweet taste. In my memory, it seems to be the smell of autumn when I was a child.

Last night, I occasionally turned over the yellowed diary, only to remember the dusty past and the lost childhood, only to find that time flies. Unconsciously, many years have passed. I am still used to sitting by the lake in the park in autumn, but I don't know when the apple has become a vague memory. I prefer to sit quietly in the afterglow of the sunset, watching the fallen leaves in the wind, watching the ripples on the water and watching the lonely geese heading south in the sky. All this was never noticed when I was young, perhaps because I was lost and became melancholy and sad; Perhaps it is because my mind is autistic, so I feel very kind to this sad beauty, or perhaps it is because I can find the shadow of my platform in this decadent beauty. I don't want to change myself like a lost bird. I just live every day naturally. There is no happiness or sadness, happiness or pain. Life is like a glass of water, insipid and tasteless.

Time goes by little by little, and the days pass by day; I seem to forget how many autumn days have passed, perhaps because for many years, every autumn seems to be yesterday, and nothing has changed. Until this autumn, I will leave this city, go to another place and start a new life. Only when I left did I know that I was so strange to the city where I had lived for many years that I had no attachment in my heart. Just before I left, I inadvertently saw the only familiar lake, and my heart was full of crystal. I think this may be the only memory and nostalgia left by this city.