I am anxious to write an essay of more than 600 words about the autumn of my hometown, titled Autumn

It's winter, what kind of autumn do you write, and besides, it's also divided into places, and the autumn colors are different in different places.

My hometown is a beautiful place, full of green trees, birds and flowers, and beautiful mountains and rivers. The hometown is beautiful all year round, but that golden autumn is even more charming.

In autumn, the autumn is high and crisp, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and a few white clouds wander leisurely in the sky. The geese flew in a neat line in the sky, one moment in the word "one", and the other in the word "person". The leading wild goose kept turning around, probably for fear that someone would be left behind!

Walk into the orchard, the orchard is full of fruit. I can't count the apples, persimmons, and pears. The bunches of crystal grapes are like beautiful pearls, and the persimmons hanging from the branches are like small lanterns. Maybe Grandpa Tree has something to do!

When you come to the crop field, the first thing that catches your eye is the golden rice field. The acres of rice lay on the ground, like a golden ocean. The farmer was even more happy.

Autumn is wonderful! "Yes! You can see that the leaves of the trees next to you are dancing in the air, and you may be attracted by the beauty of the rice!

As you walk along the road, you will see that several trees next to you are "old". The withered yellow leaves swirled and fell, paving a golden avenue.

Rustling. "Don't guess, it must be autumn rain. I guess the autumn rain is happy for the arrival of autumn! Listen! The autumn rain and the river water perfectly interpret a beautiful tune. Autumn breeze has also can't wait to see the excitement.

The garden is even more beautiful, and when you walk to the garden gate, a burst of fragrance comes to your nose. If you look closer, it's a chrysanthemum! Although it is not as delicate as a rose, nor as strong as a plum, as soon as I see it, I fall in love with it. Smell it, and the fragrance of dew drops is refreshing.

Yes! I love my hometown, and I love the autumn of my hometown even more!

Autumn has arrived, and in the fields, on the hillsides, there is a scene of abundant harvest: cotton is as white as snow, golden, and heavy ears of grain nod frequently; The plump sorghum is red like fire. The apples in the orchard are ripe, and from a distance, the apples are like red lanterns, how beautiful!

The autumn sky, as blue as the sea, seems to have been washed by autumn rain. The white clouds are like a light boat sailing, floating slowly, it is really autumn and refreshing!

Autumn is not as vibrant as spring when flowers are in full bloom, nor is it full of life like summer when the trees are in full bloom; However, it attracts people with its attractive autumn colors and golden fruits. I love to see the bright moon on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival; I love to see the beautiful autumn chrysanthemums in the park; I love to watch the geese lining up in a neat line go south; I like to see the grains piled up in the granary, and the heavy apples adorning the branches.

In autumn, some of the brightly colored flowers withered and withered, but the chrysanthemums bloomed in the bright sunshine. There are yellow, white, purple, some like dragons flying, some like fireworks, and some like beautiful butterflies, slim and colorful in the breeze. Although the leaves are yellow, the pines and cypresses are still so green.

The maple leaves in the mountains are red, red like the sunset, as if they are challenging the cold autumn, and it is really "frost leaves red in February." ”

In front of my grandmother's house is an orchard, with the dense branches of grapes in all directions, like a green pergola. The grape trellis was hung with a large bunch of grapes, red and green, green and bright, like pearls, shiny, five in a group, three in a group, head to head, face to face, as if whispering: "Little master, welcome back, we all thought you had forgotten us."

I smiled slightly, shook my head and said, "No, I haven't forgotten you!" "The most mouth-watering thing is the yellow and clear pear.

Next to the orchard is a rice paddy field, and a burst of aroma wafts from a yellow field. The ears of rice with full grains are pressed so that the rice stalks cannot be straightened up, as if they are thanking the earth for nurturing it.

A small clear river flows gently past my grandmother's house. The distant verdant mountains on the other side of the river took my thoughts to far, far away. (excerpt, hope that helps).

Yes! Autumn can not only bring people good news of a good harvest, but also give people the courage and strength to work hard.

Miss Xia is gone, and Miss Autumn is here again. She flicked her fingers, and the grass withered and yellowed, and the petals of the flowers fell off one after another. She waved her wand and the leaves withered. At the same time, it is also telling people that "autumn is coming".

The farmland in my hometown is a joyous scene. Every corn in the field was very full, and all of them stood tall and tall, like a spirited guard; There is some mane at the tip of the corn, which again looks like an old man with a full beard.

The people in the orchard are not idle, the fruit farmers are hard at work picking kiwifruit, and the fruit farmers are smiling when they see this year's good harvest. I want to be able to sell it at a good price in the market. Don't look at these kiwis, they don't look good; A plush, but he's delicious.

When the skin is peeled off, there is green flesh inside, and there are black seeds in the middle. Sweet and sour.

Not to be outdone, Tota 8 is also well-known in the world. It starts from sowing, germinating, flowering, and bearing fruit. It withstood the test of the scorching sun and the storm to have the current Tota No. 8.

Each grape is saturated with sun and moisture. This is all due to the hard work of the growers, who water the grapes, weed and remove pests. Tota No. 8 has thin skin and meat, sweet and sour, and is very delicious.

The persimmons in my hometown are also very delicious, and in the alley of my uncle's house, every family grows persimmon trees. Autumn has arrived, the persimmons are ripe, these persimmons look like a fire from a distance, and look like small lanterns up close, very beautiful. It's not just beautiful.

It was also delicious. Sweet, with a somewhat astringent feeling.

Autumn is the harvest season, some people harvest the dealer, some people harvest success, some people harvest joy, and some people harvest knowledge.

I love autumn.

I didn't sleep when I was a neurosurgeon, so I was going to ask about napping.

In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu.

There is no such thing as a one-size-fits-all world.

No snowflakes are exactly the same, and even in the same country, they don't necessarily have the same hometown style.

In my hometown of Lujiang, I remember the most on the day before the Spring Festival - Chinese New Year's Eve.

The difference between Chinese New Year's Eve and the north is that there are no dumplings, but there is a sweet Chinese New Year's Eve dinner. On this day, there will be no homework, no tasks assigned by Mom and Dad, and the whole day will be idle.

On this day, I will wait for the arrival of Chinese New Year's Eve, but behind the quiet, I can't help but show excitement and joy.

Time no longer flies like a "white horse passing by", but makes people feel a little "like a year".

In the evening, firecrackers rang out one after another, and they heralded the coming of an activity - burning paper money for ancestors and paying homage to their ancestors.

At this time, I am always the most active one, and I don't know why, it is a serious ceremony, in my opinion, like a game, a festival of fire.

The process of dividing paper money into one after another is always impatient, but it is indispensable.

Every time the lighter comes on the field, it is the most exciting moment, the flame "rubs" from the pile of paper, the fire is red, the cheeks are burned by it, but I feel very comfortable. Under the black canopy, small piles of paper money burned happily, as if bidding farewell to the old year, and rushing impatiently towards the new year. These flames with different good wishes are very beautiful and beautiful.

Whenever the wind blows, it always brings out shredded paper burning with Mars, like a spirit of fire, hurriedly carrying people's blessings to heaven to pray.

When I went home, I was very satisfied, and I even had that restless ...... that I couldn't hold back

The Chinese New Year's Eve dinner was set up early, the candles were flickering, and the stools were neatly arranged. At this time, my grandmother would open the door to greet my ancestors and warn me not to touch the chair, because the ancestors would faint. It's a bit funny to say that this is unrealistic, but I always listen to my grandmother, and walk around the table around the stool as if I was afraid of stepping on a mine.

The strong hometown style, like a small umbrella-like dandelion petals, just touched the membrane of the heart, it took root, wrapped the whole heart, and felt warm.

Some superstitions, a little special hometown customs in my heart deeply rooted, no matter in the future, I will remember these details and those beautiful.

Autumn in the hometown.

In this season, it has no golden rape flowers, no lotus flowers that are not stained by silt, it only has bursts of osmanthus fragrance, only patches of golden rice, only fruit-bearing persimmon trees, and only the laughter of peasant uncles. That is the beautiful face of the autumn girl, the autumn girl brought laughter to the peasant uncle, and sang loudly:"A good harvest, a good harvest.

She brings the fruits of her labor to people, and she is my favorite season.

With a swish, people went from wearing short sleeves and short skirts to wearing long sleeves and jackets. In the fields, there are always people, they are busy harvesting the ripe rice, they are laughing, the harvester is squeaking and squeaking"Eat, eat.

It's serious about working for its master. In the fields, the grass on the ground has gradually withered, and the leaves on the trees are becoming less and less. Autumn girl probably doesn't know that there is a plant that lives for her, and most of the other plants have almost fallen off in autumn, but the more she grows in autumn, the redder she becomes, she is the maple leaf, she is the darling of autumn.

As soon as autumn arrives, the most famous chrysanthemum exhibition in my hometown is held one after another, and I am dazzled by the different chrysanthemums. There are all kinds of colors, red like fire, white like snow, and yellow like gold. The shape of chrysanthemums is also varied, some are like the hands of a mother who cares for a child, and some are like small rockets.

Speaking of chrysanthemums, let's talk about osmanthus again. In the early morning, the air is filled with the fragrance of osmanthus flowers. As soon as the osmanthus blooms, ten miles are fragrant.

If someone planted an osmanthus tree in front of their house, in early autumn, the family would be intoxicated by the fragrance of flowers all day long. When the osmanthus blooms, the flowers are not as big as the chrysanthemums, and the varieties are not as many as the chrysanthemums, but its weak and small body blooms when autumn comes.

I'm sure you've all eaten persimmons, but have you ever eaten a wild persimmon picked by yourself on the mountain? Persimmons can't be eaten in early autumn, if you don't know to pick one to eat, he will regret his greed, because the persimmon is not fully ripe to eat, your mouth will be difficult to open, you suddenly feel that your tongue is bitter and numb, you can't open it even if you want to. It's an interesting fact that can only be found in autumn.

However, you have to compete with the birds for the red persimmons, because when the persimmon is ripe, not only people love to eat, but the bird is no exception, and its movements are much faster than people. When you find that the persimmons on your mountain are ripe, and you are excited to go up the mountain with tools to pick them, your joy will immediately disappear, because most of the delicious persimmons have been eaten by the birds.

Autumn in my hometown is so interesting, he brings you too many surprises, too many surprises.

Yes! I love you, autumn in my hometown.

Away from the hustle and bustle, walking alone on the side of the road, walking forward without a clue. Suddenly, I felt something on my head, and when I touched it with my hand, it was a dead leaf! I suddenly remembered that it was autumn.

Delighted, I hurried up to the rooftop, hoping to see a more beautiful autumn scenery there. But it backfired, and I didn't see anything on the rooftop, except for a few trees beside the road, there was no trace of autumn, only towering buildings. I realized that this is not my beautiful hometown, but a busy street market.

I can't help but think of the autumn in my hometown.

Autumn in my hometown is beautiful, but the fields are enough to be intoxicating. The breeze blows, the full ears of grass sway, but swaying out of the fragrant rice, which is mixed with the taste of infinite happiness, smelling the fragrance of rice, you will learn a lot, feel a lot. You can say that I am a person who does not like to be clean, because I like to lie on the edge of the ridge, smell the rice, and watch the geese fly south in the sky.

I don't want to do anything, let the time pass, I enjoy the beauty of tranquility, the beauty of nature.

There is nothing more beautiful than the autumn night. There is an intoxicating beauty in the autumn night of my hometown. I love to walk alone on the country road, not for anything else, just to be able to enjoy this autumn night better.

It's autumn, and naturally there are only a few sparse stars in the sky plus a bright moon. However, this does not feel desolate, on the contrary, it adds a touch of sophistication. Came to the river and squatted, picked up a stone, threw it into the river, suddenly, there was a ripple on the surface of the water, and the jade plate reflected in the water turned into broken silver in an instant, but it fell all over the river brilliantly.

The big trees by the river seemed to be fascinated by this beautiful scene, swaying their leaves, but swaying with infinite warmth.

When I come back to my senses from my recollection, I not only have infinite nostalgia for my hometown, but also my beautiful hometown! When will I be able to come back to you again!