2, then, and came to the playground, I lie in the autumn grass, look up at the sky, the sky seems extraordinarily high, to say how? Autumn high? It! The grasses caressed my arms and my face. We recited the poem of autumn: ? Since ancient times, autumn has been a sad and lonely time, I say that autumn is better than spring. while enjoying the cozy, cool feeling of the grass caressing us.
3. After the autumn rain, the fruits in the orchard all put on a pearl necklace. Use your hand to shake the branches, that a pearl necklace are coincidentally fall down. It dripped on the stone and made a ticking sound.
4. Autumn is not as delicate as spring; not as charming as summer; not as cold as winter. But it has its own unique splendor. Autumn has just arrived, the earth but early autumn, the eye-catching green color some yellow, eye-catching green light some faded. Until late fall, the golden waves of wheat rolling, the whole earth seems to be dazzling yellow, eye-catching yellow, glorious yellow. Standing in a hazy golden yellow, gently close your eyes and listen to the melody of autumn, it is so melodious, can not help but make people intoxicated.
5. The persimmon tree on the right is full of heavy persimmons, which are so yellow that they look like a lovely little lantern. In the dense and verdant holly trees look more bright and lovely. Autumn wind blew, a ? little lantern? gently swayed and flickered. The dead leaves of the sycamore tree fluttered down in the autumn wind, as if the yard was full of fluttering colorful butterflies.
6, after a drizzle, the earth changed a mold. Early in the morning, a burst of fresh air came to the face. The birds in the trees were all ready to fly to the south, and the laughter of the birds could not be seen. From the woods came a rustling sound, it was the falling leaves, they fluttered and fluttered in the air, dancing gracefully and falling to the ground.
7, unconsciously, out of the forest, the shore is born dense reeds, far away, and near the water, the distant trees into one, the color from light to dark, like a painting, is the best painter can not adjust this kind of matching colors. I can't help but think of a poem: ? Since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely, I say that autumn is born in spring!
8, sycamore tree in the autumn trees look very tall, there are many trees are grown in the spring, and in the fall, the leaves are mostly buried under the tree; and sycamore tree, the autumn is the time when he is in full bloom, his leaves such as maple leaves, the stripes of each leaf are hardly the same, and the color of the leaves, from the edge of the yellowing inward. Every tree here seems to have been painted.
9, the beautiful wisteria withered, it can not add color to the campus, but it is very clever, it gave this heavy responsibility to as just grown up butterfly orchid, so that spring, summer by the wisteria for the school to add color, autumn, winter by the butterfly orchid for the school to add color, so that the campus will be beautiful all year round.
10, mid-November, but there is no sign of winter to come, look up, sparse tree branches cross each other, sometimes occasionally leak a ray of sunshine, sunlight in the leaves flickering, has been following me, it is a fine silhouette in the pool of water and the real scene, with a seven-point similarity, and for a time can not be distinguished from the real.
11, those grass on the playground, no longer as green as in spring, but are yellow, deaf to pull the head, look up from afar there is a kind of beauty.
12, the park, a cluster of flowers, white, red, large and small, colorful. I bent down and sniffed at the flowers, and a fresh scent immediately penetrated my heart.
13, the autumn wind, the harvest season has come, autumn is thick, the yellow leaves are floating. Early in the morning, the dawn of autumn has come, the sunshine spread to the earth, cool wind, so that we will be all the annoying brain are thrown into the clouds. Cool wind, clear water, high mountains, blue sky, light smoke, dense forests, yellow leaves, high sun, white clouds, the autumn scenery is very beautiful, really call people praise. Autumn is a picturesque poem. Autumn is the chapter of Xu Xu like life.
14, look over there, as if the sky's white clouds fell on the, oh, that is the cotton field ah. I went close to see, see some of the cotton all open up, showing the snow like white cotton wool; some or peach bones, looks bloated to rupture like; some buds, like a girl shy like hesitant to show their faces. Farmers are tied in the waist of a cotton bag, chatting while busy collecting flowers.
15, look at this side of the rice paddies, golden yellow rice ripe, heavy rice bounty pressure of rice poles are bent, a wind blew, set off layers of rice waves. The front of the waves did not run far, the back of the rice waves and catch up, the back waves to catch up with the front waves, layer after layer, and finally connected into a piece, that is how beautiful ah!
16, looking out over the endless corridor from middle school to elementary school. Like being in a forest. We looked closely at each tree, some had yellow and green leaves on them, while others were still green, and some had become all yellow. There were other trees where the yellow leaves on each branch blended with the green leaves in a way that made it look extraordinarily well-proportioned. Slowly I became mesmerized by the autumn scenery in this promenade.
17. At the end of the forest, the harvest scene in the distance jumped into my eyes. In the field, the rice is golden, as if the ground is full of golden treasure, rice has been bent by the crown of the head, but it is not satisfied with the current situation, but also to continue to grow as if they seem to create a Guinness Book of World Records! With a joyful smile on its face and the wind blowing, it even beckoned to us, inviting me to visit the place where it was lodged.
18. Autumn is full of leaves, like butterflies fluttering in the sky. Fallen leaves slowly fall, as if the breath of autumn shear, scattered to all corners of the world, the warmth of the share to everyone, the happiness left to everyone, the blessing to everyone. In the fall, the top of the mountain has been surrounded by thick fog, as if the mountain grandfather wearing a big white straw hat.
19. The sky is so high! A piece of gauze-like white clouds are slowly floating, as if staying on the earth's beautiful autumn colors, unwilling to leave. At this time, Linlin said to me: ? Look, how pretty the pine trees are there! I looked in the direction he pointed, and sure enough, I saw a few pines against the fence, in the sunlight, more lush and vibrant.