Autumn 600 words 1: Autumn is my favorite among the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Although autumn does not have the flowers blooming like spring, the sun is not as blazing as summer, and the snow is not as flying as winter, but I just like it.

autumn!

The arrival of autumn is really cool and comfortable!

There was a "rustling" sound in the woods, and I thought it was something calling!

It turns out that it was the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves. The leaves fell one after another, dancing like butterflies. It was so beautiful. I walked on the "carpet", and the fallen leaves on the ground dressed up the earth.

Take a closer look at the fallen leaves. They are really delicate. The various leaves make me unable to help but collect the fallen leaves. Look!

The cleaning workers are cleaning the fallen leaves all over the floor!

But the fallen leaves were so naughty that the cleaners were sweating while sweeping them. However, the cleaners did not admit defeat and continued sweeping.

The fields are golden, and many farmers and children are harvesting and sowing in the fields. The "click-click" has become a piece of music, which is so nice and cheerful.

The farmer uncle looked at the fields and smiled happily. This smile was so charming, and it contained hard work and happiness.

The fields in autumn are so beautiful!

The orchard is really colorful at first glance. There are so many apples, pears, oranges, grapes...the apples are so big and red that people can't help but want to take a bite. There are also those tempting pears hanging on the branches.

Farm women are picking pears!

Purple grapes are bunched one after another, and some children are watching, pulling the peasant women and clamoring for them. The pale yellow oranges show cute smiles.

So many fruits, this year is another good harvest.

The faces of the peasant women were full of joyful smiles, and the little girl was painting this beautiful orchard!

This must be a beautiful autumn orchard painting.

On autumn nights, the moonlight is no longer hazy, the moon is bright and clear, and the moon shines brightly.

In the suburbs, the fragrance of wild flowers and weeds exudes; the sound of nightingales in the forest is clear and sweet; the chirping of birds in the trees and flowers is pleasing to the eye and ear.

The sounds of nature that accompany autumn are so wonderful. The sparse frog sounds and the faint chirping of cicadas seem to convey the departure of summer.

The cessation of showers and the singing of birds tell people that autumn has begun. I call your name again and again to the distant clear sky, looking forward to your stay, but you still fly away, leaving me alone in the wind.

Crying alone, although you said you would come next year and told me not to be sad about your departure. Although your farewell words were so refreshing and warm, I am still sad and miss you every bit.

The love in my heart, but I still love you. Long waiting will erase my sadness, but it will not erase my missing you, so I will still wait, waiting for you to come again and appear in front of me.

, happiness begins here, and from then on, it will last forever!

Autumn composition 600 words two: The bleak autumn wind in autumn blows off a leaf. The fallen leaf floats in the most beautiful arc in mid-air, and then falls. This is autumn.

My mother-in-law once told me that her favorite season is autumn, and her love for me is as deep as autumn.

Since I came into this world, my mother-in-law has shouldered the "heavy responsibility" of taking care of me. She was already over fifty at that time, and the vicissitudes of life on her face were increasing day by day, but I felt that my mother-in-law was the most beautiful person.

I was like a child waiting for food, greedily sucking in the endless love from my mother-in-law.

In the autumn when I was five years old, I got seriously ill. I kept vomiting at home and had a fever all over my body.

Since my parents have been working outside the home, my mother-in-law is the only one at home.

My mother-in-law didn't want to bother my parents, so she carried me to the hospital on her own.

I lay on my mother-in-law's rickety back, and she kept walking with me on her back. I seemed to feel her rapid breathing. Several times she seemed to want to stop and rest for a while, but she just paused and continued walking.

My mother-in-law's skinny body turned out to be as tall as a mountain peak, which warmed my young heart.

My mother-in-law is getting older and older, and I am growing up.

In the past, I would always hold my hand and go to Zhongshan Park every autumn, but one autumn, it was I who supported my mother-in-law to the park.

We sat on a stone bench. The ground was covered with fallen leaves. There were still a few leaves floating in the air, and one fell on my shoulder.

My mother-in-law gently pushed away the leaf and said to me: "My mother-in-law has a low education. She has only learned this sentence in her life, 'The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop; the child wants to support but the relatives are not there.' You have to be obedient and don't talk to your parents."

Condemned, they all love you, you know..." I nodded in understanding.

After returning from Zhongshan Park that time, my mother-in-law's health became worse and worse, but she insisted not to seek treatment and wanted to return to her hometown. She said, "That's where I belong." Her mother-in-law passed away in the autumn.

, she finally returned to her longed-for hometown.

It was already late autumn when we went to the funeral. The wind in my hometown was mixed with some dust, and I couldn't help but shed tears.

My mother told me that my mother-in-law’s life was full of ups and downs and hardships.

I didn't see the last side of my mother-in-law, and I don't know if she passed away peacefully.

The fallen leaves flew into the air like yellow butterflies. The wind was still waiting, and the branches swayed randomly, as if they were struggling feebly.

There seems to be a voice singing hysterically in my ears, whispering a requiem for this autumn: "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, the child wants to be raised but the mother is not there.