In autumn, I was a makeup artist, making the world look particularly charming. In autumn, he was a magician who dyed the field golden. Autumn is a gentle woman, and the oncoming autumn wind is so light and soft. In autumn, the delicate flowers have withered, so who is the protagonist in autumn? That is the leaves.

Walking along the path with trees on both sides, my eyes are full of fallen leaves. I picked up a leaf and observed it carefully. It turned out to be a maple leaf. Look, how beautiful she is! The leaves that stretch around are mostly like the palm of my hand with five fingers open, and the edges are slightly serrated. The veins on them are clearly visible and connected in series. Her color is even more beautiful, just like the burning fire, so bright and dazzling. Sad people will be inspired to cheer up after reading it. I know that maple leaves are not only dazzling red, but also a series of charming colors such as yellow and green. I can't help but have a question: Why is only the maple leaf red among all the yellow leaves? Is it because of the influence of the autumn sun, or is it because I left my mother tree and thought about her gently in my hand and continued to think ...

Not only the maple leaves are lovely, but also many leaves are very interesting. Look, I have found a good thing now, that is, holly leaves. Although he is ugly, his skill is very "powerful". The sharp thorns on the edge are his self-defense weapons. The cold dark green leaves of holly leaves make the yellow eyes full of vitality several times. Compared with delicate flowers, it is also interesting.

In the distance, a few leaves floated down. I quickly ran over and picked them up. There were ginkgo in mini skirts, noble and elegant phoenix trees, and …

I love autumn, but I love autumn leaves more. Because of them, the world is more beautiful. Because of them, life is more colorful.

Autumn sky

Autumn is a windy season, a harvest season, a fragrant osmanthus season, and of course, a beautiful season. The sky is the most beautiful in autumn. In the morning, the sky is quiet, the color is as blue as the sea, and the sun "gets up". It rises in the east, and the sunlight is not too strong, which makes people feel very warm. At noon, the sun is extremely fierce, like an angry uncle, and it is particularly hot on people, but there are still a few birds flying freely in the air, making a "twittering, twittering" sound from time to time, as if to say, "It's hot, hot, hot!" One afternoon, the sunlight weakened a lot. Without too much sunlight, people can vaguely see the clouds in the sky. Some of them are eating like rabbits, some are running like leopards, and some are flying like a big dragon ... Although the sunlight shines on their eyes, they can't see clearly, but they are already very satisfied! In the evening, the sun is not as bright as it was at noon. The blue sky turned pale red like a drunk. The sun gradually took off its orange coat and changed into red, and everything around it was so red. It slowly returned to the embrace of Xishan, and its light was weak, like a match that was about to go out. It went down, leaving a rosy glow, like a fairy's clothes falling from the sky to the earth, and it was very quiet around. People are bathed in the sunshine, so comfortable! At night, the sky is dark, just like the jade emperor accidentally overturned the ink box when writing. There are countless stars flashing in the sky, like the eyes in the sky. The big round moon illuminates the night and illuminates the way for naughty children to go home, just like the lights in the night. And I, lying in my grandfather's arms, listened to his story about the moon ...

I love autumn, the windy weather and the changeable sky.

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In autumn, the sky is particularly blue, sapphire-like, and very high. It's like flying away. A flock of geese flew from the north, like countless wonderful black spots, lined up in' one' for a while and' people' for a while. Near, near, they are talking and laughing, frolicking and flying happily to the south.

Autumn wind, she is like a girl, dressed in gold, with light steps, quietly came to the world. You see, Miss Qiu came to the field and dyed cotton balls as white as snow. Corn was so happy when she saw Miss Qiu. She specially changed a bunch of golden tassels and grinned, showing her white teeth. Soybeans may be too excited, and some even burst into laughter; Rice is particularly polite and bends down to meet the long-lost autumn girl; Sorghum has always been afraid of meeting strangers, which means meeting Miss Qiu. I'm still embarrassed. My face is red.

Miss Qiu came to the courtyard. You see, chrysanthemums compete for beauty, red as fire, yellow as gold, pink as chardonnay and white as snow. Walk into the orchard. I saw a pear with a variety of nutrients; A string of pearl-like grapes changed from green to dark red, and they were long, round and big, crystal clear, like agate. After picking the grapes, I picked a big one and put it in my mouth. It was sweet and sour, and there was a lot of juice. It was delicious. Jujube trees are covered with shiny and red dates. It is so sweet and crisp to take a bite.

Autumn is a season to turn ideals into reality, and autumn is a sacred angel that gives people life. Autumn is a harvest season. Autumn is the time when all the ripe food falls. Autumn is a harvest season.

Therefore, people love autumn, love her crisp autumn, love her beautiful clouds, love her fragrance floating in the fields. Autumn makes farmers smile especially brightly.

Autumn Leaves

Autumn is coming, and the weather makes me feel chilly. I look at the fields. It's golden yellow. Where are the leaves? Autumn leaves are colorful and unique.

In the afternoon, I came to the small park, climbed to the hillside and saw ginkgo trees at a glance. The leaves of ginkgo tree are like a small fan. When the autumn wind blows, Ginkgo biloba leaves sway with the wind, like fanning the wind for us. At this time, a strange idea came into my head: Could it be that autumn is so cold that it is fanned by them? I looked at the ginkgo tree, and it seemed to nod to me. Ginkgo leaves are pale yellow, shaking hard, and the leaves are dancing like yellow butterflies.

There is also a bamboo forest in the small park, and its leaves are still so green now. From a distance, it looks like a green soldier standing erect, protecting the castle of "Nature". No wonder poets often express their aloof character with "three friends who are old and cold". exist

Among many leaves, I like maple leaf best. In autumn, it takes off its red shirt and puts on a red cotton-padded jacket, like a beautiful girl in gorgeous clothes, shining brightly and standing out among many leaves. Close up, the fiery red maple leaves are flying around me like beautiful red butterflies, and they are like a small red flag cheering for China. From a distance, there is another scenery. Maple leaves are like a fire, which ignites our enthusiasm for learning, and they are like the blood of soldiers dyeing the banner of victory. Unconsciously, as the sun sets, maple leaves remind me of an ancient poem, "Stop and sit in love with the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers."

The leaves in the evening are like a quiet and beautiful Chinese painting against the setting sun, which makes people feel pity.

Autumn call

Autumn, like a fairy tale with a tragic ending, is told by a writer with a slightly sad tone. I always like to use blue to describe autumn, and I always feel that this is a season with melancholy, just like. . . . . . That pot of bluegrass, which has been put on hold on the windowsill for a long time but still stubbornly grows, and the ice cream that is slowly melting away like the past in the scorching sun.

I don't know what I am stubborn about, and I always like such sad things. I don't admit that I am a pessimist, but I just like to treat one thing from a pessimistic perspective. I like to predict an unfinished thing, so I find that as long as I predict it from an optimistic perspective, it will often be a pessimistic ending; If the result of my prediction is ominous, it will often have a happy ending. Therefore, I often treat a thing with a pessimistic perspective, and I keep a flickering light of hope in my heart, like stars blinking. Just like walking in the autumn field, I occasionally see a grass that is still green.

I always like to write in the dead of night in autumn. Light a candle, or gently close your eyes on the table through the moonlight. I can't hear anything, I can't see anything, and there is only a slightly sad black under my eyes. I like this feeling. There is nothing, but there is more space for thinking. Emotion is like a clear spring, which gurgles outward, and the pen tip will involuntarily paddle on the paper. Occasionally, a cry of crickets will be slightly sad and sad.

Mermaid bubbles and bluebirds that constantly appear in dreams can also tell autumn fairy tales over and over again. However, it is not for reading, but for listening with your eyes closed.

Autumn fields

One afternoon, I had supper and went for a walk in the field. It was already evening, and the sun, which had been running around all day, was red and big, like a big fireball, and seemed to be a red lantern hanging on the horizon.

A field stream flows happily in the field, winding to the distance, and some leaves fall on it, turning into small golden sailboats, sailing with the stream to the distance. The afterglow was sprinkled on the stream, which lacked golden light, like a thin layer of gold gauze, and there were many various spots, like gems sprinkled on the stream, which decorated the news with colorful colors. I threw a stone into the stream, and the stone splashed like pearls, forming layers of illusions in the sun, and half of the sun had sunk below the horizon. This is a stream, half red and half green. Bai Juyi's "Ode to the Mujiang River" puts it well: "A setting sun is spreading in the water, and half a river is rustling and half a river is red." Although the stream is not like a big river, it has a flavor, and even a skilled painter can hardly draw such a landscape.

The field is full of harvest: the endless rice fields are like gold all over the floor. One by one, the ears of rice are broken and their bellies are bursting. When a gust of wind blows, it sets off waves of gold. Cotton column mouth, sorghum smile bent, the apple tree is covered with red apples with red face, Huang Chengcheng pear bent branches, oranges with green leaves, like small lanterns hanging on the tree. Not far away, several farmers are harvesting crops, with sweet smiles on their faces.

The setting sun stopped the last ray of light. It was all dark, only the moonlight quietly spilled on the road, and silence ruled the field. Only the full moon accompanied the stream and flowed tirelessly ...

The fields in autumn are not only beautiful, but also rich.

Campus autumn scenery

It's late autumn, and when I walk into the empty campus, a cold wind blows, which makes people feel chilly.

The campus in autumn is still glorious and pleasant, and the trees are still so green; Flowers don't seem to know that late autumn has come, but they are still fragrant and open, still attracting bees with their fragrance; Butterflies are still dancing in the campus, still attracting students' attention with its beautiful figure.

There are several yellow leaves falling from trees in the flower beds on campus, and people's breath condenses into milky hot air in the fresh air.

Although it is already late autumn, the sun still goes to work every day, giving plants enough light and heat so that they can still grow well in the cold late autumn.

The trees on campus sometimes sway with the wind; Sometimes standing still; Sometimes a few poor leaves fall from the branches. However, these do not affect the charm of green trees in late autumn. The flowers on campus are still open, the bees are still busy collecting honey, and there are many bees flying around the flowers, looking for which one is better.

The sky in late autumn is unusually solemn and bright. After self-study, the sky is dark, which makes people feel very mysterious. There are several stars in the high sky to embellish, which makes people wonder: Where have all the other stars gone?

I love late autumn, the bright sky and the cool season!

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You came quietly, silently, and in a blink of an eye, the earth was covered with golden clothes.

You came quietly into the field, and the smell of wheat wafted, and the acres of crops looked like rolling waves from a distance; Looking closely, wheat bent over with laughter, sorghum blushed, corn blossomed with joy, and people in the field were busy. "Sing a song about harvesting, harvesting wheat, sorghum, corn and soybeans, and send it to the country after harvesting." Youyang's singing voice tells the joy of farmers' autumn harvest.

You came quietly, brought a yellow dress, a red dress, and looked at the mountain on the side, as if you had crossed a layer of gold. Flying leisurely, countless yellow butterflies flew down from above, and a group circled in mid-air. I don't know how long it took for the dark yellow clothes to turn into light yellow; Pale yellow has turned into a stone. You see, it looks like a naughty kid. Look at the mountain over there. Sorghum is drunk. It is simply a piece of red sea, covering half the sky, and it is connected with Xiaguang, burning like a flame. This combination of yellow and red gives people an indescribable warmth, even forgetting that in a few days, the winter is coming.

You came quietly, bringing beautiful Qiu Guang scenery and rich fruits. Listen, gongs and drums are loud and lively. People who have been busy for a year have an overwhelming joy on their faces: "Another bumper harvest year is coming."

I am infatuated with autumn! Autumn-colorful season, fruit harvest season, thriving season.