Autumn composition 600 words

In autumn, I am a makeup artist, making the world look particularly charming. In autumn, he is a magician, dyeing the fields golden. Autumn is a gentle woman, and the oncoming autumn wind is so light and soft. In autumn, the delicate and charming flowers wither, so who is the protagonist of autumn? That's a leaf.

Walking on 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 extend around are mostly like palms with five fingers open, and the edges are slightly serrated. The veins on them are clearly visible and connected in series. Her color is more beautiful, just like a 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 wondering why only the maple leaf is red among all the yellow leaves. Is it because of the influence of autumn sunshine, or because I left my mother tree, held her gently in my hand and continued to think? ...

Not only the maple leaves are lovely, but also many leaves are interesting. Look, I have found a good thing now, which is Hollyleaf. Although he is ugly, his skill is very powerful. Sharp-edged thorns are his self-defense weapon. Hollyleaf's cold dark green leaves make yellow eyes full of vitality several times. Compared with delicate flowers, it is also interesting.

In the distance, a few leaves fell. I ran to pick them up. There are ginkgo in miniskirts, noble and elegant phoenix trees, and …

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

Autumn sky

Autumn is the season of wind, the season of harvest, the season of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance and, of course, the season of beauty. 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 is "up". It rises from the east, and the sunshine 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 "twittering, twittering" sounds from time to time, as if to say "hot, hot, hot!" One afternoon, the sun weakened a lot. Without much sunshine, people can vaguely see the clouds in the sky. Some of them eat like rabbits, some run like leopards, and some fly like dragons ... Although the sun shines on their eyes, they can't see clearly, but they are already satisfied! At night, the sun is not as bright as at noon. The blue sky turned pale red like a drunk. The sun gradually took off its orange coat and turned red. Everything around it was so red. It slowly returned to the embrace of the western hills, 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 ground, and it was quiet around. People are bathed in sunshine, so comfortable! At night, the sky is dark, just like the jade emperor accidentally knocked over the ink bottle when writing. There are countless stars shining in the sky, like eyes in the sky. The big round moon illuminates the night and the naughty children's way home, just like the lights in the dark. And I, lying in grandpa's arms, listened to his story about the moon. ...

I like autumn, windy weather and changeable sky.

autumn

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

In the autumn wind, she came to the world quietly like a girl, dressed in golden clothes and with light steps. You see, Miss Qiu came to the field and dyed the cotton ball as white as snow. Corn was very happy when she saw Miss Qiu. She deliberately changed a bunch of golden tassels and grinned, revealing white teeth. Soybean may be too excited, and some even burst into laughter; The meal was especially polite, and I bent down to meet the long-lost autumn girl; Sorghum has always been afraid of meeting strangers, that is, afraid of meeting Miss Qiu. I'm still embarrassed. My face turned red.

Miss Qiu came to the yard. You see, chrysanthemums are gorgeous, red as fire, yellow as gold, pink as chardonnay and white as snow. Walk into the orchard. I saw a pear with rich nutrition; A string of pearl-like grapes changed from green to dark red, long, round and big, crystal clear, like agate. After picking grapes, I picked a big one and put it in my mouth. Sweet and sour, and a lot of juice. It's delicious. Jujube trees are covered with shiny red dates. A bite is sweet and crisp.

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

autumn leave

Autumn is coming and the weather makes me feel cold. I looked at the fields. It is 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. Ginkgo leaves are like a small fan. When the autumn wind blows, Ginkgo biloba leaves sway with the wind, like fanning us. At this time, a strange idea came into my mind: could it be that autumn is so cold that they fanned me? I looked at the ginkgo tree, and it seemed to nod to me. Ginkgo biloba 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 upright, protecting the "natural" castle. No wonder poets often use "three friends and old coldness" to express their aloof character. 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, shining like a beautiful girl in gorgeous clothes, standing out among the many leaves. Close up, the flaming maple leaves are flying around me like beautiful red butterflies, and they are like a little red flag cheering for China. Looking from a distance, it is another scenery. Maple leaf is like a fire, which ignites our enthusiasm for learning, and it is like the flag of victory dyed red by the blood of soldiers. Unconsciously, the sun sets, and the maple leaves remind me of an ancient poem, "Stop and sit and love the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are redder than the February flowers."

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

The call of autumn

Autumn, like a fairy tale with a tragic ending, is told by a writer in 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. . . . . . The pot of bluegrass that has been on the windowsill for a long time but is still growing tenaciously, and the ice cream that melts slowly in the hot sun as in the past.

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 like to look at one thing with a pessimistic eye. I like to predict an unfinished thing, so I find that as long as I predict from an optimistic perspective, it will often be a pessimistic ending; If the result I predict is ominous, there will often be a happy ending. Therefore, I often look at one thing with a pessimistic eye. I always keep a flashing light of hope in my heart, like a star flashing. It's like walking in a field in autumn and occasionally seeing a piece of 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 by 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 room for thinking. Emotion is like a clear spring, gurgling outward, and the pen tip will involuntarily paddle on the paper. Occasionally, a cricket cry 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 eyes closed.

Autumn fields

One afternoon, I had dinner and went for a walk in the field. It's already evening, and the sun that has been running all day is red and big, like a big fireball and a red lantern hanging on the horizon.

A field stream flows happily in the field, meandering to the distance, and some leaves fall on it, turning into a golden sailboat and sailing with the stream to the distance. Afterglow is sprinkled on the stream, which lacks golden light, like a thin layer of gold gauze, and there are many kinds of spots, like gems sprinkled on the stream, which make the news colorful. I threw a stone into the stream, and the stone splashed like a pearl, 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 Mujiang is well said: "A setting sun is sprinkled in the water, half of the river is rustling, and half of the river is red." Although the stream is not like a big river, it has a unique flavor, and it is difficult for even a skilled painter to draw such a landscape.

The fields are full of harvest: endless rice fields are like gold everywhere. One by one, the ears of rice are broken and their stomachs are bursting. When a gust of wind blows, it will set off golden waves. At the mouth of the cotton column, sorghum smiled and bent, the apple tree was covered with red apples and red faces, Huang Chengcheng pears bent their branches, and oranges had green leaves, like small lanterns hanging on the tree. Not far away, several farmers are harvesting crops, with sweet smiles on their faces.

The sunset blocked the last ray of light. It was dark, only the moonlight sprinkled on the road quietly, and silence ruled the fields. Only the full moon is accompanied by the stream, flowing tirelessly. ...

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

Campus autumn scenery

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

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

There are some yellow leaves falling from trees in the flower beds on campus, and people's breath condenses into milky heat 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.

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 blooming, 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 the self-study, it was already dark, which made people feel very mysterious. There are several stars in the high sky, which makes people wonder: where have all the other stars gone?

I like late autumn, bright sky and cool season!

Autumn scenery

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

You came to the field quietly, and the wheat fragrance drifted away, and the fields of crops looked like rolling waves from a distance; A closer look shows that wheat is bent with laughter, sorghum is flushed, corn is blooming with joy, and people in the field are very busy. "Sing a song about harvesting, harvest wheat, sorghum, corn and soybeans, and send them to the country after harvesting." Melodious songs tell the joy of farmers' autumn harvest.

You came quietly, brought a yellow dress and 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, and the dark yellow clothes turned into light yellow; Pale yellow has turned to stone. You see, it looks like a naughty child. Look at the mountain over there. Sorghum is drunk. It is simply a piece of Red Sea, covering half the sky. It is connected with Xia Guang and burning like a flame. This combination of yellow and red gives people an indescribable warmth, and even forgets that in a few days, 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 are filled with overwhelming joy: "Another bumper harvest year has come."

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