Describing Autumn Composition, Junior Two (1)

In the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, I like golden autumn best! When the continuous autumn rain brought the beautiful autumn into our arms, our family came to the countryside to play together.

The water of the river flows noisily, like a beautiful female singer singing, which is the music heard in the autumn scenery. The river reflects the mountains, the blue sky and white clouds. White clouds swim in the river like a big white whale. At this time, it seemed that I found a "pyramid" among the strange shaped stones by the river. Ah, when I looked carefully, it was a triangular stone, glittering like a small pyramid. I held it in my hand and played with it. We saw a lot of beautiful stones and put symbolic ones in our pockets.

At this time, we looked around casually. There were too many autumn scenes to describe. Colorful mountains. The mountains are linked one by one, like brothers holding hands, like colorful waves rolling in. In ancient times, it was said that "brothers are united in heart, and together we can break the gold". The big trees are one by one, holding hands like tall brothers. They look so powerful. The mountains and trees are colorful everywhere. It seems that the Queen Mother in the sky was angry, overturned her makeup box, and scattered all kinds of colors on the mountain, making the mountain look beautiful as never before. Autumn on the mountain is really beautiful. The scenery is very beautiful.

The branches of the white birch trees are bare and white all over, like a little girl in a white skirt. On the mountain, in the colorful mountain forest, the white birch trees are very conspicuous and dazzle you. This may be the charm of the birch forest, which adds sacredness to the autumn scenery.

Poplar trees are also very beautiful. Those big aspens, when viewed from a distance, are gray on the hillside. When you come to them, you will feel that although the branches are bare of leaves, they are very tall and straight. We also purposely went to see the small aspen forest. From a distance, there was a rare green. When we came near, there were green leaves fluttering on the tree, giving autumn a ray of life.

The countryside in autumn presents a beautiful scenery. Although there are no flowers blooming in spring, no trees in summer, and no snowflakes flying in winter, it has brought people a bumper harvest and bursts of laughter. Ah! Autumn, I love you!

There are so many trees with red leaves in autumn. Red leaves are a symbol of autumn and a major feature of autumn. When the autumn wind blows, the leaves of many trees turn red, including golden red, pink, bright red, dark red, etc. It's really "frost leaves are red in February flowers". There is a lot of red on the mountains. The mountain in front of us looks as if it was dyed with red dye by the gods, which is extremely beautiful.

Looking up at the sky, the white clouds in autumn are like big whales swimming happily in the blue sky sea. Under the blue sky and in the mountains, a bright lake appeared in front of us. It was a large reservoir. The sun shines on the reservoir, which is very bright. At first, it looks like a huge mirror inlaid in the mountains, like a dressing mirror of autumn scenery. Looking at the beautiful lake, the autumn scenery is more beautiful in my heart.

Describing Autumn Composition (2)

The sky does not have infinite vitality like spring, green earth like summer, and falling snowflakes like winter, but it has attractive autumn colors and countless beautiful fruits. I love the bright full moon of the Mid Autumn Festival, and I love the proudly open autumn chrysanthemum in the cool wind. I love watching the geese fly away from the north. I love watching the river shine on the blue sky. I love watching the rich fruits hang heavily on the branches, and I love watching the sorghum hold the red torch.

The rustling autumn wind bent the withered and yellow dog tail grass on the small slope, and the fiery autumn leaves fell all over the ground. It's like stepping on a secluded path, accompanied by the sound of "rustling - rustling", which is very pleasant. After the autumn wind, the lawn was dyed dry yellow, and the maple leaves beside the road were crowded on the trees, like flames burning. Although the autumn wind has passed, the willows are still immersed in the happiness just now, and the willows are still moving with the rhythm of autumn.

Chrysanthemum is gorgeous, she is graceful; Chrysanthemum is amiable, she is gentle and affectionate. Chrysanthemum may not have the glamour and arrogance of roses, but it has its own delicate and attractive beauty; Compared with peonies, chrysanthemums are less vulgar and more elegant. Heroes all over the world in history also love chrysanthemums. They often compare themselves with chrysanthemums, being arrogant and fearless. Jing Ke, who sacrificed himself to assassinate the King of Qin, set off on the "journey" in the loud and stirring sound of the zither, and saw off the immortal warrior with the chrysanthemum blooming in the cold wind. Blossoming frost. Wild chrysanthemums left the eternal light and shadow in the sky. At that time, the King of Chu and Concubine Yu parted in life and death in the midst of being besieged on all sides: Concubine Yu waved a sharp sword, brushed her long sleeves lightly, and the sword blade fluttered gracefully around her neck. The blood colored chrysanthemum suddenly bloomed. The last dance of beauty Yu, with a trace of sadness and sadness, shows the sad song of Xiang Yu's hero's end. Soon after, the overlord committed suicide in the Wujiang River, and his blood dyed the chrysanthemums on the bank red. Since then, the chrysanthemums along the river have been blooming for thousands of years.

The autumn rain is falling, look: the thin rain is flowing with the wind, and the ground is silent. Walking on the road, the cool rain hit my face, which made me feel indescribably comfortable. The autumn rain hypnotized the grass, but aroused the fruit. The rain swept over the grass and the slope, spreading the news of the harvest all over the earth.

Oh, what an autumn scene. I love autumn.

Describing Autumn Composition, Junior Two (3)

I walked on the path covered with fallen leaves. The leaves rustled under my feet. The tepid sunshine scattered light spots from the cracks of the leaves. A melodious sound of the piano shuttled through the early air. The breeze blew, blowing a golden field. The sound of the piano was like a murmur, like I told the beauty of autumn.

Autumn is not as colorful as summer, only monotonous. But it is the orange, earthy yellow and yellow brown that make up a unique charm.

A leaf finally can't bear the autumn wind, let go of its own, play and dance with the wind in the air, keep rotating, slowly fall, slide the swaying dance steps, and quietly fall on the tree roots. It still returns to the embrace of the big tree. In the lullaby of the big tree, it closes its eyes with ease and goes away with a heavy heart, waiting for the next reincarnation. Do you think the waltz of the autumn wind with withered leaves is not beautiful?

A dilapidated flower, looking at her walking companion, was filled with fear. She was afraid, afraid of losing her beautiful body and delicate face like her companion, so she could only lie on the ground decadent, and the petals fell to the ground. But it was also confused, because those fallen calyx had a smile on her face, and she did not understand.

A dead leaf butterfly flew in, flapping its dark brown wings, and approached the flower without withering. The flower looks at it beside itself, and a kind of joy rises inexplicably in the bottom of her heart. She also swayed her waist and legs with the rhythm of the dead leaf butterfly. They danced together for a long time until the last petal of the flower fell quietly. The flower could not bear the sleepiness. She looked at the petals all over the ground and closed her eyes. She understood why her companion was still smiling when she died. She smiled sweetly with the memories of her official business with the dead leaf butterfly, Be relieved to wait for the coming of the next spring. she

I don't know. In fact, she is the most beautiful now. Do you think this "butterfly loves flowers" is not beautiful?

Besides, there are also the weathered branches and warm sunshine, the golden wheat and the flying birds??? Their Cha Cha and Tango are also beautiful.

I looked up at the sky, and a leaf happened to fall. With its dream, it turned into "spring mud". Looking at the beautiful scenery, I couldn't help but recite "Since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely. I said that autumn is better than spring."