Listen to Autumn (1)
Each season has its own unique pace, like people's moods, moods, and moods. Only in autumn, it always keeps aloof and melancholy. When autumn comes to take over from summer, it is always silent, so that we have not found it. When winter comes, it only leaves the last leaf in the world, and its silence has been covered by the violence of summer and the cruelty of winter.
The footsteps of autumn are silent, like a lone leaf on a gurgling river, withering noiselessly, and then floating away quietly with the river, like a drop of rain falling in the sky, silently knocking on the cold window. Autumn is a solitary fox, roaming in the silent world; Autumn is the lone wolf, whining in the cold deep forest.
The pace of autumn is bleak. Walking on the yellow lonely path in the rustling autumn wind, she tasted the sadness of autumn. Suddenly, she found that her sadness seemed to be a little sad. She looked at the world silently with her deep eyes. There was love and joy, but she could not hide the slightest pity and slight sadness. Her eyes were bright, It is even more bleak.
I don't know the pace of autumn on the other side of the earth, which may be joyful or cruel. I only know the autumn in my hometown. She tells of the sadness of history and sighs with regret about the loneliness of the future. I fell in love with this sad season because of her deep and sad heart.
Autumn is a melancholy messenger. She shuttles back and forth on this land with cold and melancholy steps, silently shedding tears, and I also heard her sigh
Listen to Autumn (2)
Once, I suddenly wondered: Dad, what color is autumn?
I looked at my father with puzzled eyes. My father smiled, touched my little head and said: Autumn? It's golden.
Golden? I quickly ran to the door, looked, and ran back to my father said: Dad, there are yellow outside, then why are there red and green?
Dad said: Of course, there are other colors, but yellow is the most in autumn. Look, there is a little yellow on both red and green leaves! I nodded.
I looked up and saw that there seemed to be a little fragrance on the golden leaves. It seemed that Miss Feng was wearing a long golden hair and wearing the fragrance of autumn on her body.
I ran to ask my father: What is the sound of autumn?
What's that noise? Dad looked at the golden leaves and bare poles on the tree. What was the noise? The sound of leaves and fruits falling? The sound of the wind blowing the leaves? The sound of plucking the fruit?
No, no, it's the sound of my laughter, the sound of my running and the sound of my jumping.
Good! Dad applauded.
As a result, I asked: What is autumn like? What is autumn like? Ha ha, autumn must be a gentle lady like a sister, like a gummy lip. This is what autumn looks like.
Autumn, listen to me.
Listen to Autumn (3)
I like to read the autumn scenery and listen to the voice of autumn. As long as you listen carefully, you can hear many voices you don't know.
Listen, when the autumn wind blows, the fiery maple leaves dance with the wind, nod to each other, and make a sound of "rustling", as if the autumn wind is singing a beautiful song on the leaves, and the song spreads to far, far places with the wind.
Listen, in the orchard, carts of fruit were transported out of the village. The farmers were talking and laughing while picking fruit. How happy and joyful the laughter was!
Listen, in the forest, little squirrels are scurrying about on the branches, looking for food in winter; The frog is digging a hole to sleep in the winter.
Listen, outside the Xuan window, the autumn rain falls on the plantain trees. "Da Da Da Da" is like a big pearl falling on a jade plate. The sound is crisp and makes the autumn night more charming.
Ah, the voice of autumn, I like, I praise! It makes the golden, busy and harvest world more vibrant.
Listen to Autumn (4)
Autumn has come, I look at the trees outside the window, they have become a "torch". When I see such a situation, I not only think about it. What color is autumn? I thought of the golden fields in the countryside, and then looked at the "torch" tree outside, and concluded that the color of autumn is golden and orange. Gold is the color of wheat waves, and orange is the color of leaves on trees. The color of autumn is yellow and orange, so what is the sound of autumn? I was looking at the building in the distance when I heard a wonderful sound. It was the wind that blew, and the leaves were rustling! I got it! The sound of autumn is the rustle of leaves blown by the wind, and the leaves on the ground dance with it. This is autumn. I plan to go out for a bike ride. The cool wind outside blows on me. Looking up, it's blue sky. It's really cool in autumn! At this time, another question came into my head: What does autumn look like? This question baffled me. I pondered for a long time what autumn looks like and what it is. Is it a little boy or a girl? Finally, I got the answer. Autumn is a warm brother, showing us a bright smile every day Autumn, listen to me. Listen to Autumn (5)
Today's weather is not very good. The sky is full of clouds, and there are bursts of thunder in the distance.
After a while, it began to rain. It was the first rain since autumn. Although it did not rain much, it was not as wild and passionate as the rainstorm, but it still had the beauty of softness and delicacy. The sound of rain hitting the ground is very beautiful. Countless raindrops are like light and soft fingers, rocks, ground, grass, flowers, leaves... All are black and white keys. The fingers fall on the keys, playing the harmonious, beautiful and natural sound. The rhythm of this sound is like a drum beat. It beats in my heart, making me feel extremely beautiful and relaxed.
The shape of rain beating underground is round. Although it is not so perfect and incomplete, it still has a wonderful and special beauty. The rain fell on the ground and broke into pieces, but they were not afraid to use their own lives to nourish others and enhance the value of their own lives.
Rain is the tears of angels when they are suffering, missing, sad, and excited. Although it is small and ugly, it has no color of life, and is always colorless and transparent. In my eyes, rain is colorful, it can always bring people cool pleasure, it has the beauty of selfless dedication.
The rain falls drop by drop, moistening my soul again and again, and the beautiful autumn rain.
Listen to Autumn (6)
Composition on autumn in the first day of the junior high school: Listen to the wind chimes by lying on the porch
The wind talked softly with the wind chimes, and the sand swirled gently on the ground. But I just leaned against the tree quietly and simply enjoyed the beauty of autumn.
The sky is very blue, the water is very clear. In this world, all the troubles and pains seem to be left behind, leaving only happiness and sweetness. Throw a stone and the autumn water ripples. Looking carefully at the flat mirror like water surface, you can vaguely see the shadow of that autumn - the full ears of wheat, the neat rows of trees, the wild chrysanthemums in full bloom... I stood up and picked up a fallen leaf on my shoulder - it was a very common leaf. The slightly withered and yellow leaves are as insignificant as a feather. However, if such ordinary withered leaves are missing, the big tree will not be so perfect, and it also seems to be less beautiful.
When I was young, I liked listening to my mother tell me the story of Snow White and the seven dwarfs. I don't know why. After hearing this story, I can't help dreaming that I also have a gorgeous and elegant castle. At this moment, I found that I had already owned my own castle - a quiet pond, wild chrysanthemums in full bloom, golden withered leaves, soft white clouds and melodious wind bells... Isn't this quiet and elegant autumn just a castle only in fairy tales?
"Moonlight soaks in water, and sky and sky echo each other." What a beautiful poem! The night comes silently. At this time, it is really a beautiful thing to recite beautiful poems, enjoy the best autumn night, and listen to the wind bell!
Autumn is emitting its infinite charm - it is like a graceful girl, with youthful vitality but fresh and elegant; It is like a talented artist, with middle-aged elegance and nobility but rich imagination. Its existence is to prove that there are not only false ugliness in the world, but also truth, goodness and beauty.
Listen - the wind chimes are whispering.
This is the end of the composition about autumn in the first day of the junior high. Rich knowledge will bring you rich life. I hope
Listen to Autumn (7)
Write the voice of autumn in the second day of the junior year Composition: Listen to the footsteps of autumn
Each season has its own unique pace, like people's moods, moods, and moods. Only in autumn, it always keeps aloof and melancholy. When autumn comes to take over from summer, it is always silent, so that we have not found it. When winter comes, it only leaves the last leaf in the world, and its silence has been covered by the violence of summer and the cruelty of winter.
The footsteps of autumn are silent, like a lone leaf on a gurgling river, withering noiselessly, and then floating away quietly with the river, like a drop of rain falling in the sky, silently knocking on the cold window. Autumn is a solitary fox, roaming in the silent world; Autumn is the lone wolf, whining in the cold deep forest.
The pace of autumn is bleak. Walking on the yellow lonely path in the rustling autumn wind, she tasted the sadness of autumn. Suddenly, she found that her sadness seemed to be a little sad. She looked at the world silently with her deep eyes. There was love and joy, but she could not hide the slightest pity and slight sadness. Her eyes were bright, It is even more bleak.
I don't know the pace of autumn on the other side of the earth, which may be joyful or cruel. I only know the autumn of my hometown. She tells of the sadness of history and sighs with sadness of the future. I fell in love with this sad season because of her deep and sad heart.
Autumn is a melancholy messenger. She shuttles back and forth on this land with cold and melancholy steps, silently shedding tears, and I also heard her sigh
