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Write a composition about autumn 1
When I was a child, I had a vague concept of the four seasons. I only know that spring is warm, summer is hot, autumn is cool and winter is cold. With the passage of time, people grow up gradually, and I slowly fall in love with the birds and flowers in spring; Fell in love with the fun in the pool in summer and the stimulation of ice cream; I fell in love with making a snowman, having a snowball fight and watching the snow scene in winter ... Only autumn makes me feel boring. Especially in the autumn in my hometown, I only see the leaves withered and yellow all day and withered one by one. Boredom is nothing more than a few worries.
Since learning English, I have named the four seasons of the year. Spring is called warm, summer is called hot, autumn is called cool and winter is called cold. Perhaps the name of autumn is cool, and I have a little affection for it.
In high school, the Chinese teacher said that autumn in my hometown is the most beautiful season of the year. At that time, I didn't fully believe it, but I always had some doubts. But from then on, I began to observe and feel autumn.
Autumn rain is often falling, thin and dense. The wind is mixed with rain, and the rain follows the wind and falls. The rain gently washes everything on the earth, the ground is polished, and the leaves are constantly oozing raindrops with full particles. At dusk, the wind and rain slowed down. The sun climbed out of the clouds again and gave her afterglow to the earth. The yellow leaves reveal a faint reddish color under the soft sunlight, just like the beautiful cheeks of a shy girl.
Where the autumn wind floats, the leaves will make a rustling sound, which is very pleasant to hear. When the wind is strong, the yellow leaves will break free from the shackles of trees and dance with the wind, just like beautiful yellow butterflies, singing and dancing with the accompaniment of the wind. At this time, there happened to be three or two people walking through the falling yellow leaves. Isn't this a beautiful picture? But it's so fleeting, just like a flash in the pan. It disappeared before I could appreciate it carefully.
I regret this short-lived beauty, and I regret the fortitude of autumn leaves. It struggled so hard to get rid of the constraints of the big tree, but didn't it know that the leaves would eventually return to the roots? Is it worthwhile to bury yourself forever under deep roots for such a short freedom? But I thought, maybe this is the spirit of autumn leaves. Their real purpose of getting rid of the shackles of big trees may not be freedom at that moment, but to inject themselves into the roots of trees for the last time, so that big trees can have sufficient nutrients in cold winter. In the spring of next year, new and stronger leaves will grow on the branches. Aren't those new leaves exactly what they were in those years? Thinking of this, I am proud of autumn leaves. I didn't expect them to have the idea of "sustainable development". It's incredible. Perhaps it is given by mysterious nature.
The spring wind makes people sleepy; The summer wind makes people feel sultry and uncomfortable; The wind in winter makes people feel cold and biting. Only the autumn wind makes people feel refreshed, neither sultry nor cold, but also makes people awake a lot. I simply doubt that the autumn wind has a refreshing effect, and coupled with the cool autumn rain, this wonderful medicine primer, a rare "natural herb", is probably formed.
Autumn wind and autumn rain may be the most perfect couple in the world. Autumn wind blows autumn rain, which is accompanied by autumn wind. They can make everything in the world reflect the glittering and translucent luster and the elegance of autumn. Maybe they can trim a beautiful picture of autumn. Looking at their figures, I can't help feeling that autumn wind blows and autumn rain flies; The autumn wind is cool and the autumn rain is cool.
Autumn wind, autumn rain, autumn leaves. None of them can show beauty alone. What they express is a kind of overall beauty and a kind of harmonious beauty. Without wind, rain can't fly and leaves can't dance; Without rain, the wind will not be wet and the leaves will not be shy; Without leaves, the wind looks monotonous and the rain looks boring. Only when they are skillfully combined can they form a beautiful painting and a beautiful poem-autumn.
Nature has endowed spring with flowers and birds, summer with prosperity, and winter with beautiful snow scenes. Of course, we will not forget to give autumn. So, she gave autumn mystery and beauty. It seems that nature will not favor anyone.
I also understand a truth from it: people's talents are similar. If you want to surpass others and achieve extraordinary achievements, I'm afraid you have to suffer extraordinary hardships.
Autumn, let me appreciate its beauty, and let me understand some truth.
Autumn is really fruitful.
Write a composition about autumn. 2 Sunshine is dazzling white, like tin, like many glowing metals. Which wise ancient man remembered that wood is like spring and gold is like autumn? We like the greenness of wood, but how can we not admire the brilliance of metal?
By the way, you can feel it even with your eyes closed. In the clouds, on the reeds, on the bamboos all over the mountains, and in the long wind all over the valley, it was so flopped down.
In our city, if the summer is too long, the autumn scenery will inevitably appear later. But autumn will never be confused-this hard and clear metal season. Let's recognize it from the cool breeze, let's recognize it from the newly mowed grass fragrance.
It's the 25th autumn in my life, but I'm still so excited. As a poet said.
"Still superstitious about beauty."
Yes, when the fiftieth autumn comes, I am afraid I will still be so obsessed with beauty.
At that time, in Nanjing, I just began to remember some fragmentary things. A beautiful countryside often appeared in the picture. I quietly walked away from the adults and sat alone on the grass. The leaves of the phoenix tree began to fall, falling, and many mysterious aesthetic feelings fell into my heart together. I was suddenly confused, and my little heart could hardly bear the excitement. I just picked up a fallen leaf in confusion. The leaves are yellow-brown, curved, like a boat carrying dreams, and there are two beautiful phoenix trees on the side of the boat for a long time. Every time there is a gust of wind, I shuttle through the rain of fallen leaves and pick up the plane trees all over the place. There must be one or two buttonwood trees that I haven't picked up sprouting on the grass, right? Twenty years later, I seem to hear the distant west wind and the rustling leaves in the wind. I can still see those ships carrying dreams, sailing in the grassland, sailing in the hope of a seed.
I remember the evening on the small balcony, and at the end of the line of sight was an ancient city wall. In the double desolation of dusk and autumn, I often don't know who adds a flute desolation. I like this sad beauty, inexplicably so. My little uncle took me all the way to the side of the city wall. Those mottled stones and overgrown grass made me feel indescribable.
When I grow up reading Xin Jiaxuan's words, I always feel so familiar with that gloomy and sad artistic conception. In fact, what words are I familiar with? What I am familiar with is only the autumn colors of ancient Nanjing.
Later, when I arrived in Liuzhou, all the cities were mountains and trees. Walking in the street, there is always the fragrance of orange pomelo on both sides. There is a mountain in front of the school. I always think it is a hundred thousand mountains in geography textbooks. In autumn, the mountains are clear and yellowish, and the blue sky appears higher.
"Yuanyuan," I asked my companion with great awe. "Can you teach our art teacher Gong to draw this mountain?"
"Yes, he can."
"Of course, of course," she cried eagerly. "It's a pity that he broke his hand playing basketball recently. Otherwise, he could draw all over Liuzhou and the whole world."
There was a long silence.
"Is it true?"
"Really, of course."
I looked at her, and then at the mountain, the sacred, beautiful and deep autumn mountain.
"No, it's impossible." I suddenly said with certainty, "He can't draw, certainly not."
I don't remember how the debate ended that day. And that girl Yuanyuan and I have left each other.
More than ten years. If I can see it again, I will still insist on it like that.
No one can draw a mountain like that, no one can.
Yuanyuan, what about you? Do you admit it now? The year before last, I met a girl named Yuanyuan and asked her in a hurry, but she smiled and said that she could not remember whether she had lived in Liuzhou or not. Then, she won't be you. No one can forget Liuzhou, and no one can forget the lush, heavy, golden and indescribable mountain.
And the days are exhausted by the west wind, a string of metallic days with happy jingles, beautiful autumn "Beautiful Autumn 2000 Words". Finally, when people grow up, they can read "Ode to Autumn Sounds" and ride on bicycles, imagining Lu Fangweng's feelings of "listening to the autumn wind with full ears".
Traveling in autumn, there are glowing memories in the photo album as usual. I still remember that time when I came back from a tiring swim and sat on a tour bus.
"Which season do you like best?" I asked zhi.
"Autumn." She simply replied, her eyes were full of all the beautiful Qiu Guang.
I suddenly rejoiced.
"Me too, ah, we all are."
She told me many stories about autumn, stories about Shan Ye and the countryside. She also described to me the small pond beside which she often slept and the endless fruits in the forest.
The car walked all the way, and the students got off at the station, and the carriage became more and more empty.
"Zhi," I suddenly lowered my head, "when we are old, our life companions get off one by one, and the seats are slowly loose. What will happen to you?"
"I will be very sad." She said gloomily.
What are we doing? Zhi, we just said some silly things about little girls, that kind of deep and incomprehensible.
However, in any case, the days when we hid in the bushes to study together and talked in dreams together were beautiful.
Now, you are working in the deep mountains in central China, working like a missionary, and loving those simple mountain souls from your heart. At the beginning of this year, we met again, and we were still in such a good mood. Sitting in a small ferry, the thin blue mist of the Danshui River in the morning has not been uncovered, and the sound is loud, so you continue your story of mountains and forests.
"Sometimes, I go to the mountains, and I slowly climb over many mountains by myself." You said, "Suddenly, I stopped and found mountains all around! Are majestic `, inserted into the sky of cyan! I stood in surprise, ah, how can it be so beautiful! "
I look at you, Zhi, and my heart is full of happiness. After so many years of separation, we are all safe, and our dreams are all safe-those high mountains! Dreams that don't belong on the horizon.
Now, autumn is very thick and white in our mountains. Occasionally, an autumn rain falls, and the thin cold attacks people. After the rain, there is often a cold moonlight, which makes people feel sad about autumn. What about your place? Isn't it time to put on a faint autumn scenery outside the window? How autumn is suitable for the old friend's love, and how it is suitable for the bright dream of silver!
With the wind, purple waves churned, turning the autumn coolness of a mountain into my heart. I love this season, but I feel so lonely.
It's not that I'm not obsessed with the tenderness of spring, and I'm not yearning for the heat of summer. It's just that life should be serious, mature and sacred, just like what autumn has given us-but who knows? Who knows? Who will appreciate the depth?
The distant mountains are retreating, and the distant sites are covered with calm indigo. And the woody orchids nearby are still fragrant, (fragrance is really a kind of power, which can govern a large area of land. ) Xiaoxiao rushes out from the cracks, and in the Yuan Ye, there is a running script that no one understands. It is a poem, tortuous and lively, which is used to describe pure Qiu Guang.
And my title page is empty, I don't have a poem, but I love autumn with all my piety and awe.
May my life be the same. There are not many gorgeous spring flowers, too many floating Xia Yun, no noise, no rotating colors, only a quiet and simple white, only the depth and seriousness of mature life, only dreams, as eager and rich as a red maple.
Autumn is a beautiful season, and I love you deeply!