Writing about Autumn (1)

Autumn is a fairy in a golden dress. Her light sleeves brush away the scorching heat of the sun and scatter brightness and freshness to the earth; She used her generous clothes to block the wind and cold, but she held up heavy fruits and offered them to the world to compose autumn. I love autumn, the sky is clear, the sun is bright and the clouds are light, and the orange is green.

At night, the autumn fairy sneaked into the orchard. She used a magic wand to gently touch the orchard, and immediately the fragrance was everywhere. Yellow oranges hang on the branches like yellow bells to wake up other fruits for the fairy; Red apples like lanterns illuminate people at night... The naughty fairy picked a banana like a conch on the banana tree, flew to the field, and blew the "conch" to gather crops. Suddenly, the red sorghum rose like a torch, and the golden corn also obeyed the order, and suddenly came out of the ground. By the way, the lazy rice was called up from the "ground bed". Immediately, everything in the field was alive. The Autumn Fairy flew to the forest again. She felt that the color of the leaves did not match her dress, so she turned them into gold with a magic wand. But she also felt that the leaves would not move, so she let the leaves in the forest fall freely. Some leaves think the lake is very beautiful, so they float to the lake and sail on it like a boat; Some leaves feel that the earth is very dark, so they want to decorate the earth with their own, so they fall on the earth. The dancing posture is really beautiful. The leaves are like golden butterflies.; Some leaves felt that the tree needed them, so they did not leave the tree. The autumn fairy thought: The orchards, trees and fields are very beautiful. Where else in the world do we need to dress up? After racking her brains, she finally thought: Summer is too hot. If the weather is too hot, the fruit can't stand it. In my autumn, it can't be like this. Cool is the favorite weather for people. Let's do it according to people's wishes! After thinking about it, the fairy lifted her sleeve and brushed it. The heat was gone. Then she called Brother Feng to send the cool to the earth. Who knows, the wind is too cold, and the selfless fairy can only use her clothes to block the cold. Immediately, the fruit in the orchard is bigger and rounder.

"Oh --" When it was dawn, the farmers in the fields smiled when they saw that the crops were ripe. They laughed very brightly. Everyone knew that this was the good deed done by the Autumn Fairy, so they shouted to the mountain, "Thank you! Autumn Fairy, we like autumn very much! We love autumn very much!"

Writing about Autumn (2)

Unconsciously, autumn comes to us with light steps.

The trees shake the leaves off the ground, and the grass lies lazily on the ground. Don't worry that it's the autumn wind supporting the trees. The grass tells us that the cool autumn is coming!

The autumn wind is not as gentle as the spring wind, nor as cold as the winter wind, nor as hot as the summer wind. The autumn wind is cool. Animals in nature like to pick wild fruits in the autumn wind, and farmers like to harvest in the autumn wind best!

The autumn rain is not as rare as the spring rain, nor as passionate as the summer rain. The rain in autumn is continuous. It lasts for three or two days. It looks like a thin thread like a flower needle, oh, it's also like the invisible water elves running around mischievously. They polished the gray cement floor so that people could be seen. In the evening, when the lights were on, the rain was playfully shuttling between the city's neon lights and green colors, shining silver everywhere, bringing a sense of mystery to the city.

Autumn is wonderful, is it happy, is it happy, please cherish autumn!

Writing about Autumn (3)

The autumn scenery is the best. The fruits are ripe, the apples are smiling, and the pears are like little green lanterns on the trees. The persimmons are ripe, the oranges are ripe, and their color is orange. They taste sweet and sweet. The flowers in autumn are beautiful and beautiful. The chrysanthemums are purple, white and yellow... They are colorful and beautiful.

Marigold flowers are yellow pots standing in the distance like golden carpets, dahlia flowers are red and bright, like a burning flame, its petals curl up, like dolls curly hair, dahlia flowers also have white, snow-white skin like Snow White, animals also saw the arrival of autumn, geese lined up in a herringbone line, Flying south, the little squirrel saw the geese fly away and knew that winter was coming. He hurried to climb the tree to pick pinecones and prepare food for the winter.

Seeing the squirrels busy, the little frog dared not be lazy and hurried to dig the hibernating cave. People are also busy, harvesting crops in the fields. Store the winter grain well. Autumn is a beautiful season. Autumn is a harvest season.

Writing about Autumn (4)

With the empty mountain and new rain in Wang Wei's "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn Dusk", the weather came late in autumn. People's favorite autumn is coming.

Autumn is not as hot as summer and cold as winter. The colorful figure of autumn wind is floating among the maple trees. The rustling maple leaves seem to welcome us, and constantly rustle to form a wonderful song of welcome. I hope we can see it more.

In the autumn film, Feng and Ye are always the main characters, and they are constantly performing beautiful clips. The autumn wind is floating and the fallen leaves are flying, which makes me fascinated. Seeing fallen leaves, people always associate with words like sadness. In fact, the wind is the main theme of autumn. When the wind meets the West Lake, it turns into white lotus and thousand leaf flowers and makes autumn vivid.

I love this season and her brilliance. It is this golden color that makes me feel that he has the royal dignity. I love this season and its desolation. It is this desolation that makes it more beautiful. I love this season. Love his rich, it is its rich, let me realize the connotation of spring and autumn.

Walking on the path full of autumn leaves, a soft and slight sound sounded at the foot, and a wisp of desolation rose in my heart.

The four seasons are the wheels of time. Whether the spring is gorgeous or the summer is luxuriant. No matter the harvest in autumn or the holiness in winter, I still like the best autumn in the four seasons.

Writing about Autumn (5)

I love spring, which is full of vitality and flowers, and autumn, which is full of fruits. But I prefer autumn morning, which is pure, cool and exciting.

Early in the morning, I picked up my schoolbag and walked happily to school. You see, the clouds in the distance are so white, moving forward slowly, and the thin mist is like gauze enveloping the earth. The air in the autumn morning seems to be filtering, especially fresh. I took a few deep breaths, ah! It was very comfortable. Yellow leaves fell from the trees beside the road, just like yellow butterflies flying happily in the air. I picked up a leaf and used it as a bookmark and specimen. Only pine and cypress are still green. Listen, the sprinkler is singing a beautiful and beautiful "Birthday Song". There are two water pipes like faucets at both ends of the sprinkler, washing the ground clean.

Passing Chengnan Park, I saw many old people exercising in the park. Some of them were dancing happily, some were practicing swords seriously, some were playing waist drum heartily, and some were walking leisurely. Young people rode bicycles and hurried to work. Pupils in groups of three and two walked to school happily. The hardworking uncles and aunts took brooms to sweep leaves, giving people a beautiful environment.

The glow became deeper and deeper, and the pink clouds in the sky gradually became deep red, which was really eye-catching. A red sun rose slowly from the east. At this time, the Young Pioneers' team song came from the campus, and four etiquette demonstration team members in red ribbons stood on both sides of the campus gate. They met the teacher and said "Good morning" in English. Ask early when you see your classmates. When I entered the school, a fragrance came to me, ah! They are chrysanthemums. They are red like fire, white like snow, yellow like gold, and pink like rosy clouds. Some of them are like hydrangea, some are like curly hair, and some are like dragon claws, which make up a colorful autumn picture.

Ah! In the morning of autumn, you urge people to make progress and make progress, and you urge people to welcome the bright future.

Writing about Autumn (6)

When autumn comes, when we walk in this golden autumn, it is like walking into a golden kingdom; A golden world. The autumn leaves float around with the autumn wind, just like birds that can't fly yet. If they can fly to the blue sky, they will know that the blue sky has a completely different and more beautiful scene than the earth, but they are satisfied with this free "flying", because it will bring them the most happy mood.

Autumn is a season full of fruits: the ears of rice are ripe; The cicada that has been chirping all summer is also tired; The sunflower, who used to smile in the face of the sun, is now bent down and shy; The apple with rouge is red, which is really loved by everyone; Grapes are hung on the branches in bunches, as if they are sharing the joy of autumn harvest together, as if they are putting out the most beautiful patterns of autumn, which are beautiful; The corn held the red flower heads and happily presented a beautiful dance for this autumn; Sorghum blushed and smiled, as if she had seen so many partners. She was a little embarrassed!

The autumn wind sometimes looks like a lively doll: rolling in the fields; Running on the path; Play on the hillside; Jumping in the sky; Sometimes she looks like a gentle girl. The gentle wind rises everywhere, and the tender feeling is like water. She gently shakes the leaves and caresses the branches. Her figure is everywhere, blowing to every corner of the world.

When autumn comes, we walk in this crisp autumn, just like entering a golden kingdom, a golden world

Writing about Autumn (7)

October came quietly in the bustle of the new semester. In the golden autumn, people's earnest hopes for a bumper harvest also came quietly.

Autumn is beautiful and magical. Every second, like a fairy in a golden dress, she brushed away the scorching heat of summer with her light long sleeves, and covered the cold of winter with her wide clothes. She unknowingly came to the world, waved a magic pen, and integrated red, orange, yellow, green, green, blue, purple, and then affectionately sprinkled on the earth. When the clouds subsided and the sun rose, people were surprised to find that they were greeted by a golden yellow!

Autumn is full of osmanthus fragrance and rich fruits. In the fields, the red faced sorghum raises a torch, and the plump soybean shakes a copper bell; The yellow rice hangs heavy ears, and the white cotton peach spits out the egg sized tidbits, ah! It is not a rice field, but a sea of gold, not a cotton field, but a world of silver. The autumn girl selflessly brought out numerous fruits to comfort the farmers who had worked hard for a year, so the fragrance floated all over the country and the grain was abundant; As a result, the farmer's uncle's smile was extremely bright, and the autumn sun reflected their crystal sweat and glittered with golden light.

Autumn is more profound. Since ancient times, many scholars and writers living in foreign lands have been distressed by autumn. From "I am a stranger in a foreign land alone, and I miss my relatives every holiday. I know from a distance that my brother is climbing high, and there is one less person inserted in cornel everywhere." To "I want to write a lot of books because of the sad wind in Luoyang. I can't say enough about the fear in a hurry. Pedestrians are about to open their doors again." From "Wu Gu breaks people's walk, and a goose sounds in autumn. To" When I come to court trees in the morning, lonely guests first hear. " All the lines express the poet's deep yearning for his hometown. Autumn is sentimental and sentimental, which can always arouse our emotions and melancholy. Look at the colorful falling flowers, the dust turns to dust in a twinkling of an eye; Look at the yellow leaves all over the sky. Falling flowers and fallen leaves are like pieces of letter paper of memory, recording every bit of spring and autumn.

Although winter is clean, it is too cold; Although spring is bright and beautiful, it is too enchanting; Although the summer is bold and unrestrained, it is too hot; But autumn is magical, full and deep

So, I love autumn.

Writing about Autumn (8)

During the Mid Autumn Festival, my uncle called to say that we would have dinner together. I thought it would be too noisy if there were too many people. I would rather give up and refuse to have sex. My uncle was helpless. Finally, he said he would take some wine to drink.

I quit drinking for more than half a month. It is more to abstain from drinking than to be unable to drink because of ill health. In the afternoon, I went out of the city to buy some boxes of moon cakes and sent them to several landlords. When I returned to Nalan, I remembered my uncle's words in the morning, so I asked the two landlords to take the moon cakes to my uncle's house.

Say happy Mid Autumn Festival to my uncle, and then say we will go back first. My uncle said slowly and went to get some wine. I laughed without changing my face. Dongzi hurriedly said, "No, uncle, let's drink tomorrow.". I rudely gave him an elbow. My uncle took a big plastic pot to fill me with wine, and said, this is a new vat. After listening to your mother, he released Angelica sinensis. I think the pot is not small, and the wine is opened in front of me, so I said, Uncle, the pot is too big. My uncle said, what are you afraid of. Dongzi turned around the room half a circle, pointed to a small pot and said, "Here is a small one.". I'll pinch him this time.

Thank you for coming out. Have fun. My little wine bug is scratching me. Dongzi said that since you went out, you have never shut your mouth. I continued with a few beeps. The wine is really heavy. No matter how heavy it is, I can carry it myself. I said, I have to hide it for myself.

After a short walk, I think it's lonely to enjoy alone. Just say, Dongzi, don't go back to the yard. Let's go back to Nalan and have a drink first. Dongzi cried and said, I don't like this. I didn't hear it, and I didn't ask. It's better not to drink. I can drink more. Anyway, Xiaoman will definitely not be able to drink this time. I'm going to put a bowl of stewed chicken soup in a while, and then take it to my room to hide.

Back in the yard, he poured a bowl of wine for chicken soup. Suddenly, it was fragrant. Clean the wine bottle and carry it back to the room, then go down to the study to find something to drink. White porcelain and blue and white porcelain can't imitate Ru kiln, so we had to take an ordinary glass. Where's my mug? I don't know where I moved when I moved. You should buy a crystal cup. If you want to take a bottle with you when you go out, it should be made of crystal. In fact, some perfume bottles are not bad. If they are used to hold our wine, they must be great.

I can't drink too much these days. I poured a third of it into a water glass. It is light amber, with a little lees left, but it is also six or seven times clear. Sweet in the mouth, turn around, sweet and bitter, bitter in the sour, sweet after bitter. The bitter taste is mixed with the fragrance of angelica, which ripples between the mouth and nose. The wine has a light taste. After you drink it, you will feel a bit of strength. The breath is flowing but continuous. But compared with my little yellow rice wine, it is seven colors less and three clear. More medicine gas but less sweet, more enchanting. But it is always much better than the old rice wine Huadiao you can buy.

Family members who are far away from home, friends who like wine and small friends, I hope they will live a long time. Happy Mid Autumn Festival!

Writing about Autumn (9)

Autumn is a lonely and sentimental season.

The leaves are falling and we are taking a shower. This is the second year I came to this school. Today's life is like a ball of water with ripples. I can't help thinking of you and me in primary school.

Do you remember the Maple Leaf Forest behind the school? Autumn has come. Maple leaves are yellow, trees are full of gold, the ground is full of gold, and the world is also full of gold. The two young people shuttling back and forth in the maple forest form a sharp contrast with the quiet environment. At that time, we were still young, and we liked the golden maple leaves and the quiet feeling of maple trees. We are looking for the most beautiful maple leaves in the maple forest. We will become good friends after we make an appointment. However, after graduating from high school, although we are still studying in the same school, we are not in the same class. Our friendship is as fragile as boiled water.

I picked up a fallen leaf and stroked the clear grain with my hands. Is the maple forest in the distance still golden, and are there friends like us looking for the most beautiful maple leaves?

Autumn is a season full of harvest and joy.

Autumn is cool and fresh fruit is fragrant. Seeing the market as an orange, I thought of you and me in the field.

Do you remember the orange tree we stole? The little girl who is busy picking at the edge of the orange and the little girl who has been looking at the distance not far from the orange are you and me. But when the master came home and shouted, we started to run away. When you leave, don't forget to hold onto the stolen fruit. We lay in the fields, tasting the fruits of our "labor". You said, "The stolen goods are better than the ones you bought." I smiled and nodded, and our laughter floated from time to time in the fields. When we don't understand, we enjoy stealing.

We gradually grew up and stopped stealing others' hard work, but the laughter still reverberated in our ears for a long time.

Autumn lotus, the beautiful memory of love.

Writing about Autumn (10)

In the golden autumn, osmanthus is fragrant, and the beautiful autumn has finally arrived.

In this season, fruits and fruits are fragrant, crops and vegetables are ripe, and the scenery is like a fairyland, giving people a new world, full of joy and happiness of harvest.

Today, I went on an autumn outing with my friends. When we arrived at the site, we saw the color of autumn.

I looked up and saw the high blue sky. White clouds in the blue sky, like open white cotton, soft, white, I really want to pick it off. Ah, autumn is white.

Under Chen Zhen's autumn wind, yellow leaves slowly fell down, some like birds flying freely in the air, some like butterflies dancing in the air. Ah, autumn is yellow.

The water in autumn is blue and crystal clear. The fish and shrimp in the water are chubby and cute! Ah, autumn is blue.

In the autumn orchard, red apples, watery pears, fragrant walnuts... In the autumn paddy fields, yellow orange corn, dark red sorghum, and golden yellow rice were harvested. Ah, the original autumn is colorful, is a beautiful, harvest season, I love beautiful autumn.

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Quietly, quietly, she came, she lifted her long skirt and tiptoed to the world. Her light gauze skirt waved away the scorching heat of the sun, giving people a feeling of cool autumn.

Look, Miss Qiu is in the orchard. Apples put on fiery red cotton padded jackets, pears also put on golden coats, oranges with green flowers on their heads, wearing orange red coats, pomegranates burst their mouths with laughter, revealing red agate like pomegranates, jujube also came, it was red, like a miniature apple, and many fruits were ripe, so let's eat it quickly.

Look, Miss Qiu is in the field. The autumn wind caresses the boundless fields, the sorghum looks like a red faced man drunk with wine, the golden ears of rice sit on their shoulders and bite their ears and crowd together, the blooming cotton peaches are like a sea of snow, the leaves are like lightly plated with brass, the heavy ears of grain frequently nod, and the uncles of farmers gather autumn fruits in groups.

Look, Miss Qiu is in the park. Walking into the park, a smell came to us, leading us to the flower bed. The flower bed is in full bloom with colorful flowers: Dali chrysanthemum, the number one red flower bed is behind a river, and several small fish swim in the water, which is very lovely. Going forward, I saw several maple trees. The maple leaves were like small claws. They were red and I liked them very much.

Look, Miss Qiu has arrived at the campus. The gingko trees on the playground are golden, like a pile of shiny gold. A gust of wind blows, and ginkgo leaves fall down, like butterflies flying up and down, like lovely little fans. It's so cute. I really love this picturesque scene.

Everyone, let's find beauty and enjoy beauty together.

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In autumn, I am a makeup artist, who makes the world more charming; Autumn is a magician, turning the fields into a golden ocean; Autumn is a gentle lady, and the coming autumn wind is so light and soft.

Miss Qiu came to the small garden. Many afraid of cold flowers have closed their petals, but chrysanthemums are competing to open. Some of the colorful chrysanthemums are as red as fire, some as white as snow, some as yellow as gold, with various shapes, some like curly hair of beautiful aunts, some like graceful girls, and some like little pompons.

Autumn girl came to the orchard, and the orchard was full of harvest. Apples smiled at us, golden pears were holding meetings, and yellow oranges were dreaming sweet dreams

When she came to the fields, she looked like a golden ocean and a red carpet from afar. Come closer and see, wow, the golden rice bent over with a smile, and the fiery sorghum greeted us with a smile, as if greeting us. We walked and walked, but we couldn't get to the end. I think this "long dragon" is really long, wide and big!

Autumn girl came to the forest, and the leaves in the forest began to dance. Some are like skydivers falling down slowly, some are like divers falling down while turning somersaults, and others are like talented dancers dancing.

Miss Qiu came to the sky and the earth again, bringing many beautiful memories to the world and seeing people's lives in peace and contentment.

Writing about Autumn (13)

Autumn has come and lasted for a long time. Since September, the leaves have turned yellow and fallen, and the autumn wind is blowing. This autumn is very long

Today, when I walked on the path strewn with fallen leaves, I was surprised: the leaves here were much redder, and the maple forest near our school suddenly became colorful: red, orange, yellow, green, and purplish red Whenever the autumn wind blows, colorful waves appear in the maple forest. Layer upon layer, piece by piece, full of color, as if endless The small maple tree on the lawn of our school turned red a month ago, and its leaves fell half. On the lawn, we can pick up many maple leaves. On the way to school, we can see the maple leaves spread all over the ground like a carpet. You can see the beautiful ones when you pick them up. Every time I see maple leaves spread all over the ground, I can't help picking up red leaves, and then carry a bunch home. Maple leaves are so attractive!

It's late autumn now, and the weather is getting cooler. Wild geese fly south. This long autumn is still going on

Writing about Autumn (14)

The autumn wind is blowing and the sky is cool. The shrunken leaves reluctantly left the branches, struggling and fluttering, giving a final sigh, recalling the glory of the past.

In the fields, the rice has been harvested, the wheat and rape have been planted, and the tender buds are green and trembling in the autumn wind.

The insect is no longer yelling recklessly. It has gone to somewhere early. Maybe it has already frozen to death. What's its name? Except for a few sparrows that rise and fall, other birds have disappeared.

Autumn is merciless, so is the climate.

I walk alone on the country road, unable to hear the leaves' wailing. I am roaming in a silent world. Looking at the scene of depression in front of us, and recalling the beauty of the sound world, grief arises spontaneously.

I am not an extroverted person. I love quietness. I love to wander in the world of books silently. But I love music and dancing. Music relaxes my mood and dancing makes me make more friends. I also love to be lively. My friends get together, sing and dance, and often stay drunk. Those scenes gradually became beautiful memories as I walked into the silent world.

When people reach middle age, they will have a troubled time. The old people have lost their ability to work. They need your help and your company. There are some young people who are going to school and facing employment after graduation. They need your advice and encouragement. But now, you can't hear what they say. You can only guess from their expressions. The difficulty of communication makes us all uncomfortable. Many times we have to use words to communicate with each other, but there are still many difficulties. Parents can't read big characters, and how to communicate smoothly can only add some pain. Unexpectedly, when people reach middle age, old people still worry about it.

I am not in good health, and my nerves are very fragile. Now the disaster almost makes me collapse. In the face of adversity, I can only accept and adapt slowly. I don't pay attention to the sad eyes of my family; I ignored my friend's sympathetic eyes. I only walk in my world and have something to say to myself in my heart that I am not depressed. Although in lonely time, my heart is colorful. I just can't hear. I can still see the outside world. Based on past experience, I know what kind of situation it is. I can also say, say my world, say my heart. I can write more and share my feelings with my friends and family.

I walked alone on the road in the countryside, watching the autumn wind blowing and leaves falling one after another. I like the scenery and people here. I can't stay in the city. There are too many cars and it's too messy. My family doesn't trust me to go out. In fact, I don't want to stay there. There is no freedom in the countryside. Such good air, such good water, such a good world, maybe one day, I really left, here will be my best destination.

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The spring when flowers bloom is beautiful, but the autumn when fruits are plentiful is more beautiful!

When Miss Qiu came to the orchard, she made the apple red, like a little girl's face. She also put yellow coats on oranges, mangoes, bananas and pineapples. She painted peaches and made their green faces white and pink.

When Miss Qiu came to the vegetable garden, she turned tomatoes and carrots red. She puts green clothes on spinach, leeks, lettuce, water spinach, green vegetables and cabbage, and puts green coats on winter melon, green melon and cucumber.

Autumn girl came to the garden again, and many thousands of wild flowers were greeting her! Dujinxiang emits a strong fragrance to attract the little bees. Chrysanthemum does not rely on sending out fragrance, it will pose a strange appearance to attract small bees.

Autumn is really a colorful and fruity season. I love you, autumn!

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In front of my house, there are several rows of vigorous and straight poplar trees. What a tall poplar tree! If you lift it to see the top of the tree, the hat will fall off. What a luxuriant poplar! You can't even find the shadow of a bird among the dense leaves.

In spring, poplar trees sprout. A new green appears. After a rain, there are crystal clear dewdrops rolling on the leaves, as if countless lives are shaking! The leaves in the sunlight, like water washed general, green shiny!

Summer is the heyday of poplar growth. At this time, poplar branches are luxuriant and luxuriant. It blocks the strong sunlight with its dense branches and leaves, bringing us cool summer wind.

In autumn, the leaves grow yellow, like a small tree with golden leaves. A gust of wind blew, the gold leaf "brushed" down, and soon the ground was covered with a golden carpet.

In winter, the leaves have fallen off. When it snows, the snow falls on the branches. When I gently shake, the snow on the branches falls on me. I'm almost a snowman.

Although poplar is an ordinary poplar tree, it stands tall, extremely strong and indomitable. I love poplar trees!

They are brave trees. Whether rain, snow, wind and frost, heat and cold all year round, they are standing there, and their spirit is admirable.

In spring, poplar trees sprout new green shoots; A new green, more energetic than usual! After a misty spring rain, the leaves with crystal clear dewdrops, as if there are countless lives shaking. The leaves are green. Under the sunshine, they look like washed with water. They are green and shiny. They are very beautiful!

Summer. It is the vigorous period of poplar growth. At this time, poplar branches are luxuriant and more lush. It uses its dense leaves to block the sun, so that we can read and play under the shade of the tree

The golden autumn has arrived, and the leaves of poplar trees have changed from dark green to yellow green, and then to light yellow. Finally, it became dark yellow. When it was blown by the wind, it turned over and flew down like yellow butterflies and landed on the path, as if covered with a layer of yellow carpet.

When the cold winter comes, poplar trees are not afraid of the cold. The goose feather snow was flying in the air, and the cold wind was blowing, violently shaking her branches. Its scorched leaves have fallen off, and its bare trunk is wrapped with a layer of blackened bark, just like a black coat of imagination. However, they showed no sign of weakness, held their heads high and fought bravely against the snowstorm. Poplar has won over wind and snow again and again with its tenacious perseverance.

Ah, poplar on campus, I admire your spirit; I appreciate your character. You let me know what "perseverance" is from you; What is "courage"; What is "tenacity".

I love the poplar in the four seasons on campus!

In front of our teaching building, there is a tall, sturdy poplar tree. It stretches luxuriant branches and leaves, with the top more than three floors of the teaching building, pointing straight to the blue sky, full of vitality. We several children can hold it hand in hand. The leaves of poplar trees are big and small, some are like small peaches, and some are like the center of a circle. One by one, layer after layer, like a good friend, shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, never separate.

In spring, the misty spring rain moistens everything like milk. Poplar trees also drink enough nectar under the spring rain. In the face of the spring wind, young green buds grow quietly from the exposed branches. Some buds are covered with a layer of light white, which is as disturbing as a girl in green with white gauze; Some small yellow leaves grow on the branches and flash against the warm spring wind

In the early summer, small leaves are tossed and swayed in the breeze, playing a lively tune. The green leaves are refreshing in the hot sun. In midsummer, the sun is scorching. They were born into the arms of nature, smiling one by one. It opens a large green umbrella to let people enjoy the cool.

In autumn, the leaves of aspen trees fall down and fall all over the ground, especially soft, just like a carpet on beads. We are jumping on the leaves

When the cold winter comes, the snow is flying in the air. The cold wind whistles and shakes the poplar trees violently. Its scorched leaves are gone, and the bare branches are covered with a layer of scorched bark, just like a black fur robe. However, they showed no sign of weakness, held their heads high and fought bravely against the snowstorm. Poplar has defeated wind and snow again and again with its tenacious perseverance. I remember once, it was very cold. Teacher Wu led several children to clean the campus. So several of our children swept the leaves of the poplar tree into a pile and lit it. The smoke curled up and the red flame rose. The dancing smoke and dancing flame are reflected on our smiling faces.

Poplar, I love you, love your selfless dedication in summer, love your spirit not afraid of cold in winter, love your tenacious vitality.