1. Please write a composition about "The Story of Autumn"

The Story of Autumn

Among the four seasons, only the coming of autumn is the most important thing. Quietly, its footsteps are the lightest and heaviest - in the long night, in the fragrance of tea that has just overflowed, in an inexplicable meditation, it is already close.

The struggling dance of the dead leaves symbolizes not only a trace of sadness, some helplessness, and a decadence, but also a face and mood that never change.

Falling leaves are undoubtedly sad. The autumn wind ruthlessly drives them off the branches, but still gives them the opportunity to consume their last vitality and perform the most poignant and moving pantomime. Fallen leaves return to their roots and eventually become the most inconspicuous crisp sound under people's feet; they eventually turn into spring mud to protect flowers.

Once upon a time, in autumn, a boy and a girl came under a tree. The boy told the girl: The leaves fell after listening to the sound. The boy raised his hand, and there was crisp applause. Sure enough, the leaves fell one after another... The boy smiled and asked the girl to try it too, but the girl's stubbornness kept her from raising her hand...

Many years later, another autumn, the sound of soft footsteps gradually approached, it was the girl of that year.

She looked at the fallen leaves on the ground and remembered what the boy once said. She couldn't help raising her hands, once, twice, three times. The girl clapped hard like crazy, and the leaves fell like snowflakes. Unknowingly, she had tears streaming down her face...

It was another autumn, yet another endless sadness, endless, and when she wanted to speak, she shed tears first. 2. Story composition in autumn

Autumn

The four seasons are gorgeous and the autumn scenery is the most beautiful

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the cycle of four seasons, are the most beautiful scenery bestowed by nature on the world. The flowers are fragrant in spring, the sun is bright in summer, the leaves are bright in autumn, and the snow is frosty in winter; spring is prosperous, summer is green, autumn is colorful, and winter is pure; spring is vigorous, summer is noisy, autumn is high, and winter is quiet ; There are flowers in spring, moon in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter. The beautiful quotes describing the four seasons are like the changing seasons, each with its own beauty and endless charm. The descriptions of predecessors have been prepared. I think that the four seasons are gorgeous, and the autumn scenery is the most beautiful.

Everything is content when you observe it quietly. The so-called poetic and picturesque scenery is nothing more than the natural beauty of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Only those who know how to appreciate it can appreciate its beauty. Autumn scenery is the most poetic and picturesque. Lush trees, colorful flowers, and lush grass. Lush plants and gorgeous scenery are the beautiful world given to us by nature. It is really intoxicating and makes people forget to leave. The birds in the forest, the butterflies and bees in the flowers, and the dragonflies on the grass represent the joyful song of life. Listening to the chirping of cicadas in the forest, admiring the color of lotuses by the pool, and boating on the lake are the most wonderful enjoyments. A gust of cool autumn wind blows in the face, how comfortable and magical it feels. The stars in the autumn night, the bright moon shining high in the sky, the bright starry sky, and the passing breeze bring people so many thoughts and fantasies that they can't help but make people feel emotional and emotional. It has attracted many talented painters to draw many beautiful paintings, and more literati and poets have written many moving poems. The beautiful scenery is truly picturesque and mesmerizing.

The autumn scenery is beautiful, charming and colorful. Autumn is the harvest season, which brings people the joy of harvest. All things are ripe and fruitful, bringing joy to my brows and joy to my heart. Orange and round persimmons hang on the trees; golden and huge pear fruits are covered with branches. Snow-white cotton is like a sea of ??clouds, yellow corn is piled up in the courtyard, bright red peppers hang in front of the window, and crisp red dates are dotted all over the trees. The bright sunshine, the cool breeze, the mountains and forests are dyed, and the earth is full of autumn scenery. Can such a beautiful autumn not be beautiful? The beauty of autumn scenery can not only be appreciated with the eyes and listened with the ears; it can also be chewed with the mouth and felt with the heart. Otherwise, what if people say "spring flowers and autumn fruits"?

The beauty of autumn scenery is a kind of desolate beauty. Autumn is the season when the autumn wind is bleak, thousands of trees have fallen leaves, and thousands of flowers have withered. "The sound of Wuye leaves sounds of autumn, and the sound of banana leaves makes me sad." The word "autumn" plus "heart" becomes "sorrow". So autumn always makes people nostalgic and full of melancholy. Liu Yuxi, a great writer of the Tang Dynasty, wrote in a poem: "Wherever the autumn wind comes, it sends the wild geese flying, and when the morning comes to the trees in the garden, the solitary guest is the first to hear it." There is also a line in the classic "Dream of Red Mansions" that says, "I feel that the autumn windows are full of sorrow, but the autumn rain can only help the desolation." The fruit has gone through ups and downs, shown its true character, completed its mission, brought joy to others, but sacrificed itself. The leaves turn yellow and the maple leaves turn red, which is really beautiful, but the autumn wind blows gently and the fallen leaves pile up, turning into fertilizer and nourishing the roots; the flowers also bloom brilliantly in the last moment, releasing their beauty. Those who are waiting for it will wither and wither together. For flowers, as long as they can bloom, even for a short moment, they will live up to this life. In fact, isn’t this the same in human life?

The world is not perfect. Whether it is the flowers of spring, the fruits of summer, the fruits of autumn, or the grass of winter. Their growth is not smooth sailing, and there are always shortcomings of one kind or another. But they have all worked hard, struggled, persisted, and lived brilliantly. Although it is desolate, it is beautiful. I have always liked Rabindranath Tagore’s poem, “May life be as gorgeous as summer flowers and death as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.

"I appreciate this passage even more, "Even the last ray of the setting sun at dusk will emit an extremely brilliant light. It is the last struggle to be unwilling to fall and perish, and it is also a pursuit of positive love for the supreme life. Don't care that you will eventually be blocked by the green mountains, maybe this is the true meaning of life that nature wants to tell people."

The four seasons are gorgeous, and the autumn scenery is the most beautiful. It not only brings people beautiful enjoyment, but also more It brings wonderful feelings to people. My friend, are you right? 3. An incident in autumn

An encounter in autumn

One morning during the National Day Golden Week, The autumn wind led me to the fields of this mountain city, letting go of my worries and worries.

Looking around, the fields happily fell into the arms of the mountain mother, and it seemed that the whole field was filled with happiness. It is a colorful picture, golden, dark yellow, earthy yellow, light yellow, dark green, dark green, yellow green, yellow and green intertwined, full of colors of life. The fresh air contains the fragrance of rice that smells of soil. Take a deep breath and let you experience it. The body is cold. The yellow and round rice stands upright, lowers the head and takes a deep breath, solemnly waiting for the arrival of the farmer.

There is an old farmer and a young man of 17 or 18 years old harvesting in the golden responsibility field. Rice. Behind them was a pile of neatly stacked rice. The autumn wind blew, and the rice that was waiting for the contribution rustled. For fear of being late, the young man left after a while, and his back disappeared in the golden color.

The old farmer is alone, holding a sickle and facing the loess with his back to the sky.

I don’t know why he is working hard. But it attracted my attention, and I walked towards the old farmer involuntarily. Maybe it was his skill in harvesting rice, or maybe it was his "loneliness"? The old farmer's chest and back were all wet. Traces of time remain on the dark face; the sweat of hard work often crosses the deep ditch and ridges, spilling into the air with a trace of joy, dripping on the rice, and splashing on the heart of the old farmer. There is a sickle lying on the ridge of the field. , my hands were itchy and I picked up the sickle.

"Old man, let me help you!" "

"No, your sickle belongs to my son. I let him go home and read!" "

"Is your son in high school? ”

“I’m going to college next year!” "The wrinkles of the old farmer became deeper, and the dense deep ditches were filled with infinite pride.

As I walked on the way home, the narrow field ridges seemed to be getting wider and wider, and I seemed to see The old farmer will have a "double harvest" next year.

At this time, the sun is as bright as fire.

4. Write an essay with the title of that incident in autumn

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I can’t forget that autumn, let alone that incident.

I can put it The past events are regarded as passing by, but I can't forget that ordinary yet extraordinary event.

That past event has made me feel guilty throughout my life. The feelings of that day made me feel guilty. I bow my head in remorse.

It was the busy autumn harvest season, and the fish belly was just showing white on the horizon. I was going to a school twenty miles away from home. My father and I started from home and walked on the small road in the fields. On the road, every time I met someone harvesting wheat, my father’s frown would frown. I understood my father’s mood at that time, but because I wanted to go to school, my father didn’t say a word and just hurriedly walked in front of me. .Looking at my father's hurried back, a shadow flashed across my heart, and then I panicked.

I rushed to school before school started, just to have one more day of fun at school, so I expressed my panic to my father. Maybe my father saw something in my eyes, but he didn't say anything. After arranging everything, my father didn't even sit down. He wiped the sweat from his face and left without looking back.

I watched my father silently as his back disappeared little by little into the vast sea of ??people. I know very well the mood of a responsible farmer when harvesting crops, and I can also understand my father’s repeated care and concern for me before he left. Add it all up, and that’s what the father’s hurried back showed that day.

Father, your son deceived you that day, and it became a story that made him bitter throughout his life.

Not long after I saw my father off, the sky became dark, and I became even more uneasy. I thought about my mother’s nervous situation of harvesting wheat alone, and even more about my father who was still on his way in a hurry.

After a few gusts of wind, it began to rain heavily. The field of vision in front of me became even more blurred. A clear back figure always swayed in the blurred field of vision. Father, father, have you walked there? Have you ever been in that place during such heavy rain? Take shelter from the rain

The rain in my memory washed away all the darkness and childishness of my youth, and all the absurdity and ignorance in my heart. Then I learned that my father ran home in one breath that day, Then I learned that it was my father’s fortieth birthday.

When I was a child, few guests came to my father’s birthday. In addition, I had been studying abroad since I was twelve years old, so I never paid attention to my father’s birthday. God, I also ignored it when I lied. When my mother lowered her head and told me, I cried very sadly. p> It was that autumn that made me grow up. I will never forget that autumn when I was eighteen years old, which was also the autumn when my father turned 40.! 5. Interesting things in autumn (composition)

When you walk in autumn, you will feel the harvest, whether it is learning, friendship or family affection. The following is a sample essay for reference. Come on, you can do it!

The rustling autumn wind brings people the joy of harvest, but also brings loneliness and loneliness. I walked into the autumn season without knowing it. The leaves fall in the autumn wind, covering the entire street, and the earth becomes their final destination. It can be seen that nothing can escape the arrangement of fate. Life will come to an end.

Whenever I am in autumn, I think it should be sad, "Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times." But at this time, I don't have the pride of "I say autumn is better than spring". On days like this, I have long been accustomed to humming the sad and beautiful song "Autumn Will Not Come Back" by Wang Qiang. I often think: "This song seems to be really written for me and people who are as sad as me. It always brings me to a world full of melancholy------in many sleepless nights, I can't sleep alone, always thinking about the person I miss, and the deeper I think about it, the more I can't fall asleep. But I don't understand that a sincere and passionate heart is no longer attached to her all the time. Maybe it is really "passionate but ruthless". I really want to let this autumn wind take away my thoughts and the tears I once shed. , let me walk out of this frustrated autumn in my heart and enter a world of new hope!

During the National Day in the past, I always wanted to go to the empty countryside to feel the autumn, but this time, I had a big day today! I had arrived at the Daguan Tower early. Looking at the willow bank and the beautiful scenery at dawn, my heart was almost completely frozen. I was suddenly struck by the strong impact of "let your heart be in the world and be angry in the mountains and rivers". Looking at the cheerful tourists! , looking at my own depression, the vicissitudes of life were already written on my young face, I could only hold back the tears and climbed up to the Grand View Tower. Looking around, the vast Dianchi Lake, five hundred miles away, was really rushing in front of my eyes. This boundless blue wave is so delightful, with water plants all over the sky, mist still lingering on the pond, water birds spreading their wings on the water, a few brilliant morning glows on the horizon, and small boats rippling on the pond.

How could we live up to all this beauty! It also made me really realize that "people are really just a drop in the ocean, why not live happily in a short period of time and create a world of our own? The withering of a flower cannot make the entire spring desolate. And a withered heart will waste the whole life! Why bother to pursue the wrong things to make yourself miserable?"

Thanks for this trip to the Grand View Tower in autumn, from now on, in the next autumn, There will be one less indifferent soul and one more upward person! 6. Write an essay based on "The Story of Autumn"

The Story of Autumn

Autumn is here again, and the drizzle covers the whole sky again. I stretched out my hand, and the raindrops It fell on my hand and felt so comfortable. Suddenly, I saw the flower umbrella, and I remembered that beautiful story that happened in autumn.

That day, the rain came and went erratically, sometimes it was pouring, and sometimes it was drizzling. When I was about to step out of the kindergarten gate, it started to rain again. I had no choice but to wait patiently. One minute, two minutes, three minutes¨¨¨The rain fell as if it were playing a joke on me. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore, and just when I was about to pick up my schoolbag and "rush", she appeared and handed me a flower umbrella. I looked up and saw that it was her, so I said to her, "You lent me your umbrella. What are you going to do?" "It's okay, my home is close to the school." She said. At that time, I held up the umbrella and went home without thinking too much.

The next day, I took the flower umbrella and was about to return it to her. But she wasn't there. The teacher said to us during class: "A classmate is sick today and cannot come to school. Please ask the classmate who lives in Yangshashan to bring her homework!" "Yangshashan!" Her family actually lives in Yangshashan. , this place takes half an hour by car! Besides, her family has to walk a long way, so it would be strange if she doesn’t get sick! At that time, I regretted it very much, because if I had not taken her umbrella, she would not have gotten sick. If she had not gotten sick, she could come to school happily today. Sigh, this is all my fault, I really shouldn’t have taken this umbrella! In the afternoon, she came to class, and I immediately picked up the flower umbrella and gave it back to her. She took the flower umbrella and said to me, "How are you? You're not wet, are you?" I blushed and said, "No, I I'm sorry." "It's okay, it's just an illness. Why bother?" After saying that, we both laughed happily.

Kindergarten is over, and we are about to say goodbye. On that day, I gave her a pencil case, and she gave me an umbrella, the flower umbrella, which established the friendship between us. flower umbrella.

I touched the flower umbrella, and the classmate’s voice and smile appeared in front of me again. Ah, that flower umbrella that I love so much, when will I be able to share it with your master?

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I failed, completely failed; I cried, tears flowed from the bottom of my heart... I have always only seen the harvest of autumn, but forgotten the hard work. The fields are cultivated; I have always only known how to appreciate the maturity of autumn, but have forgotten the pain of growing up. In my eyes, the fallen leaves and severe cold add to the charm of autumn. I always think that autumn is so beautiful. But now, I feel the loneliness of autumn, the sadness of autumn, and the desolation of autumn... ; ; ; The test papers are flying to the ground like fallen leaves. I thought that the fallen leaves that belong to me together are a picture. However, I never imagined that the beautiful autumn scenery was just a piece of decaying leaves, and my picture could only be filled with decay. ; ; ; Others' paintings are more exciting than mine! In the autumn evening, I walked alone on the road. Putting aside the noise of vehicles and the noise of human voices, I let my heart become cold and silent. In the autumn, I enjoyed this loneliness alone... My parents' incomprehension, my teachers' regrets, and my classmates' disdainful looks were all imposed on me. My friends don’t have the same enthusiasm as before, and I can’t confide in anyone. In autumn, I tasted the misery alone... ; ; ; The leaves turned yellow and fell, drifting down from the tall trees and into the embrace of the earth. I gently picked up a piece and stroked it carefully. I seemed to have found a soulmate. I let my heart calm down and lay on the earth with it. In autumn, I caressed the desolation... ; ; ; In the early morning of autumn, I rode my bike to school. Although it was early autumn, it was cold enough to make me shiver. I was shaking, and I didn’t know who hit me hard behind me, causing me to fall to the ground. Autumn makes me understand pain... 7. Write an essay around the scenery, interesting things, ending and summary of autumn

Autumn is a season of high winds and refreshing air, a bumper harvest and the fragrance of osmanthus. Season, of course, is also a beautiful season.

The autumn sky is the most beautiful. In the morning, the sky is quiet, as blue as the sea, and the sun just "gets up" and rises from the east. The sun's light is not too strong, and it shines on people, making people feel very warm.

At noon, the sun is extremely strong, like an angry uncle, and it is particularly hot when it shines on people. There are birds flying freely in the sky, making "chirping, chirping, chirping, chirping, chirping" sounds from time to time. Said: "It's so hot, so hot." One afternoon, the sunlight weakened a lot. Without too much sunlight, people could vaguely see the clouds in the sky. Some of them looked like rabbits eating, and some looked like leopards. They are running, and some are like a big dragon taking off... In the evening, the sun is no longer as bright as at noon, the sky turns light red, the sun slowly returns to the embrace of the Western Mountains, the light is faint, as if it is about to The extinguished match left a patch of red clouds after sunset, like a fairy's clothes falling from the sky to the world. The surroundings were very quiet.

At night, the sky was dark, just like the Jade Emperor accidentally turned over while writing. After pouring the ink cartridge, countless stars were shining in the sky, like eyes in the sky, and I was lying in my grandfather's arms, listening to my grandfather telling stories about the moon... I love autumn, its windy weather, and it. The ever-changing sky has entered autumn, the sky is particularly blue, like sapphire, and also very high.

The autumn wind, like a girl, dressed in gold, comes quietly with light steps. The world. You see, Miss Qiu came to the field and dyed the cotton balls as white as snow. The corn was very happy to see Miss Qiu. Teeth; Doudou may be too excited, some even burst into laughter; Rice is particularly polite, bending down to greet the long-awaited Miss Qiu; Sorghum has always been afraid of meeting strangers, no, meeting Miss Qiu; Sorry, my face is all red.

Autumn is a season that turns ideals into reality. Autumn is a sacred angel that gives people life. Autumn is a season of harvest.

Autumn is the time when all the ripe food is harvested.

People love autumn, its clear air and clear clouds. Beautiful, her fragrance spreads all over the field. Autumn makes farmers’ smiles particularly bright. 8. Write an essay based on the story of autumn

Autumn is the season when flowers wither and leaves fall to the ground. , I met you in the crowd.

You were wearing blue plaid clothes, and a silver necklace and pocket watch became so dazzling against your clothes. You lowered your head and the sunset stretched. I can't see your figure, my feet under my casual pants are square, looking so quiet in the sunset, as quiet as an oil painting. I quietly approach you, and look from behind you little by little. It's a kitten, or maybe you are in your selfless reverie, I dare not disturb you. Looking at your dim eyes, the pupils are blurred. I looked away and turned to the kitten, which was always white and cute. Cat, but it has left, lifeless like a rose leaving the branches and falling to the ground, blooming the brightest red. You pursed your lips, and your eyes were filled with bright light. You wanted to cry. ? So why endure it?

I stretched out my arms and hugged you, and you cried so loudly when you said to me, "Sister, the cat is dead." I smiled and said to you, "It's okay, he has gone to heaven and will live a good life." You pouted, I know you don't believe me, and how can I believe that there is such a thing as heaven in this world. You kept crying, and I hugged you tightly, trying to make you feel better.

You told me that your mother failed to be rescued and has passed away, just like this cat. You cried and said to me, ‘Will they be cold? Are you afraid? I'm so sad. I want to stay with my mother. I don't want my mother to be lonely. I don't want my mother to leave me. "I started to lie again. I smiled and said, "Heaven is a good place. It is full of love and care. It is not as sinister as the people in this world. You will be very happy where you go. Your mother will be happy. Your mother will be happy." I also hope you are happy. "I used the most old-fashioned method and said, 'Your mother will be watching you in heaven. Look, if she sees you crying, you are not good.' I don't know if this is good or bad. Sooner or later you will grow up." , you will know sooner or later that there is no paradise in this world.

But, child, time is not forgiving, and everyone will die sooner or later. Dust will return to dust, dust will return to dust, everything will pass. The only thing I can do is laugh and watch the flowers bloom and fade. I think so, so I tell you that. But you pushed me away, you said you hated me, you said I was a liar, you said there was no paradise in the world, the cat couldn’t come back, the mother couldn’t come back, and you scolded me very loudly. I am devastated, what can I do? When I was very young, adults told me the same thing. Is it better to face the facts or give her a beautiful fantasy?

I don’t understand, my heart hurts so much, your injury reminds me, child, do you think your sister is feeling better now? No, not at all. This autumn is very cold. As long as there is a gust of wind, the leaves on the trees will fall. Our lives are the same, so fragile, so fragile, so fragile that they will break at the touch of a touch. 9. Essay on One Thing in Autumn 600

Even if the distance is far away, the distance between our hearts will not change, because every autumn... - Inscription It is another autumn, and the sky is still blue. , clear and clean, occasionally passing by a few floating clouds, but the original color is restored.

A few fallen leaves drifted down in a trance and fell to the ground, leaving only loneliness and silence. "Look, the falling leaves are flying.

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My sister held my hand and looked up at a tall sycamore tree. At the same time, we noticed the fallen leaves making circles in the air and floating down leisurely. This situation seemed to be another Back to the autumn two years ago... It was also a day like this, but there was less melancholy and uneasiness in the air, replaced by a happy atmosphere.

It was under this tree that I found myself. I got to know the lovely Xiaoyu, a child who also loves fallen leaves. The fallen leaves in early autumn always fall quietly in our happiness.

Playing, playing, running... This strong tree in autumn, It was our world, and we were once a beautiful landscape under the tree. When we were resting, Xiaoyu and I talked about our ideals.

Xiaoyu often said that he wanted to go to Nanjing to study. The sunshine was very warm~~~ The following days were calm, and we were all working hard for the graduation exam.

When the submission bell for the last graduation exam rang, I immediately ran out of the classroom and held my hand. Xiaoyu held her hand and said happily, "Where are we going to play during the summer vacation?" But Xiaoyu broke away from my hand and held back the tears that burst out of her eyes.

After being silent for a long time, she told me. , she was going to Nanjing to study. In an instant, the bitter tears drifted away in the wind... When Xiaoyu left, I hugged her tightly and told her in a commanding tone, remember to miss me and take good care of yourself.

Got it. Xiaoyu rubbed her nose and looked at me as happily as possible.

The moment she turned around, I saw fallen leaves falling around Xiaoyu in a daze. ,what's on your mind? "My sister pulled at the corner of my clothes.

"My sister was recalling a beautiful story. "I raised my head, took a deep breath, raised the corners of my lips slightly, closed my eyes, and looked forward to the fall of the warm autumn sun coming again.