Essay written by celebrities autumn essay about autumn written by celebrities

Autumn color Fu (Junqing).

The time sequence had just passed the autumnal equinox, and I felt a sudden increase in coolness. When I went for a walk on the beach in the morning, I felt that the blue sea was bluer than before; The sky is also a little higher than before.

Looking back at the Gumo Ridge, oh, the autumn colors are even stronger. What lovely autumn colors! I really don't understand, why did Ouyang Xiu describe autumn so solemnly and terrifyingly, bleak and gloomy when he wrote "Autumn Color Fu"?

In my opinion, the spring with flowers and trees is lovely, but the autumn colors of melons and fruits are even more delightful.

Autumn is a more prosperous scene than spring.

Autumn is more brilliant and brilliant than spring.

You see, the persimmon trees in the valley to the west are so beautifully red. It's like a piece of fire, and it's dazzlingly red. Many poets and painters in ancient and modern times have praised the color of the maple leaf, however, compared to the persimmon tree, the maple leaf is not much inferior.

And the apples, the well-known red banana apples, are also so red, so bright, so cute; The big golden apples are shining golden, shimmering with a yellow-orange-orange color; The hawthorn tree is adorned with red agate-like red fruits; The grapes are even more colorful and colorful, the kind called "crystal", which grows long, green, crystal clear, as if it was carved out of crystal and jade; The kind called red roses are bright in purple, round and lovely, like strings of purple pearls. ......

Oh! What a charming autumn color!

I love the brilliant autumn colors because it signifies maturity, prosperity and prosperity, as well as joy, joy and prosperity.

Ah, what a dazzling splendid autumn color, what an exciting and thriving scene! Here, we can't see the kind of "bleak color, smoke and clouds...... described by Ouyang XiuIt means depression, mountains and rivers are lonely", and you can't see the sad autumn mood of "those who are in the mountains are trees, and those who are black are the stars".

All you can see is the harvest scenery and the vigorous prosperity. Because here, autumn is not a symbol of easy aging, but a sign of prosperity. Writing this, I suddenly understood why Ouyang Xiu described autumn so solemnly and sadly, because he wrote not only about autumn in season, but also about the reflection of that era and that society in the author's thoughts.

I can boldly say that if Ouyang Xiu were living today, then his "Autumn Sound Fu" would definitely be another kind of content and another color.

I love autumn. I love the autumn of our time.

I hope that this beautiful autumn color will remain on earth forever.

Your sister has been twisting and pinching for a few years, and it has been fried hh, ah, to tell the truth, *johnujsjij

Famous writers of the past dynasties wrote famous sentences about autumn and autumn.

1. Famous articles: Wang Wei's "Autumn Twilight in the Mountain House", Du Fu's "Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind", Su Shi's "Red Cliff Fu", Ouyang Xiu's "Autumn Sound Fu", Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Autumn Thought", Jun Qing's "Autumn Color Fu", Zong Pu's "Autumn Report", Luo Lan's "Writing to Autumn", etc.

Qiu Shengfu (Song Ouyang Xiu).

Ouyang Zifang was reading at night, and when he heard a voice from the southwest, he listened to it in horror and said: [Strange! At the beginning, it was sassy, rushing and slamming; Like waves and night terrors, the wind and rain come suddenly.

It melts into things, and the gold and iron are all ringing; It is also like a soldier who goes to the enemy and walks quickly, not hearing the order, but hearing the sound of the people and horses.

Yu Yu Boy: [What is this sound about?] Thou shalt look at it. The boy said: [The stars and the moon are bright, the bright river is in the sky, there is no voice in the four places, and the sound is among the trees. ]

Yu said: [Oh, sad! This autumn sound is also, Hu Wei is coming?

Gefu autumn is strong: its color is bleak, and the smoke is cloudy; Its appearance is clear, the sky is high and the sun is crystalline; Its breath is cold, and it is muscular and bone-like; Its meaning is depressed, and the mountains and rivers are lonely; Therefore, it is also a voice, poignant and earnest, and the cry is angry. The abundant grass is green and vibrant, and the good wood and onion cage are pleasant; The grass changes color when it blows, and the leaves fall off when the wood is subjected to it; Therefore, the destruction of the scattered is the aftermath of its anger.

Fu Qiu, the criminal officer, was yin at the time; It is also a soldier and an elephant, and it is said that the righteousness of heaven and earth is the righteousness of heaven and earth, and it is often the heart of slaughter. The sky is to things, spring is born and autumn is fruitful. Therefore, it is in music, the voice of the business is the voice of the West, and Yi is the law of July.

business, injury also; Things are old and sad. raze, kill also; If there is too much of it, it should be killed.

Wow, the grass and trees are merciless, sometimes drifting. Man is an animal, but the spirit of things. Hundreds of people feel their hearts, and everything is in shape.

If there is movement in the middle, it will shake its essence. And think about what it can't do, and worry about what it can't do; It is advisable to use the Dan for the wood, and the black for the star. But why is it not the quality of gold and stone, and wants to compete for glory in plants and trees?

Whoever is the thief for it, why hate the autumn sound! ]

The boy is not right, he hangs his head and sleeps. But when I heard the chirping of insects on the four walls, I sighed like help.

Feng Jicai's "Autumn **".

[[Another year of bai spring grass green]]-Lu Xun "Frost Du Moon" When I first heard that there were no cicadas in the wild goose, there were 100 feet of water.

DAO Succession. The green girl Su'e is resistant to cold returns, and the frost in the moon is full of fighting Chanjuan. - Li Shangyin, "Qinyuan Spring, Changsha".

In the cold autumn of independence, the Xiangjiang River went north, and the head of Orange Island. Look at the mountains red all over, the forests are dyed; The river is clear and transparent, and hundreds of boats compete for the stream. The eagle strikes the sky, the fish soars to the shallow bottom, and all kinds of frost compete freely. Confused, ask the vast earth, who is the master of ups and downs?

Bring hundreds of couples to travel. Reminiscing about the past, the years are thick. Just a young classmate, in his prime; The scholar was angry and scolded Fang Xuan. Pointing to the country, inspiring words, the dung was ten thousand households. Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the stream, the waves curb the flying boat?

I walked around the edge of the garden, and a tall green banyan tree by the door quietly became a large golden umbrella that was stretched out. When the wind blows, the leaves are like golden butterflies, fluttering freely in the autumn wind, covering the earth with a golden carpet. The grass next to the banyan tree is not as green and dense as it used to be.

Under the caress of the Autumn Maiden, they were covered with a yellow coat. Some small red, white and purple flowers poke their heads out of the small grass, adding some brilliant colors to the yellow carpet.

The garden is quietly surrounded by a small river. I walked across the small bridge to the center of the bridge. Ah, a gust of autumn wind blows, and the leaves float down in the river, like a fleet of little ants carrying grain!

The flowers and plants in the middle of the grass are yellow and green, and when you look at the bridge from the bridge, it becomes a small disc that is half yellow and half green. The petals also fell, as if they were markings on the earth. The earth has become more beautiful.

I walked to the back garden, where the small trees began to shed their leaves. The trees were already bearing little fruit. The fruit is round, like a small green pom-pom.

The fruit fell to the ground, and the back garden was all over the ground. Further on, is the children's favorite slide, although the ground has more fallen leaves, but also paved with a layer of red, purple, pink, white, yellow and other colorful petals, but the children's enthusiasm for play has not diminished at all. They laughed and sang to add more joy to the autumn day.

Ah, autumn is so much fun. In the small garden, I really felt the beauty of autumn!

Autumn leaves. Autumn has arrived, and the autumn maiden has brought a precious gift of colorful fallen leaves.

The autumn wind swept and the leaves fell, some like birds spreading their wings and flying, others like butterflies fluttering, and the ground was full of fallen leaves, covering the earth with a carpet.

The ginkgo leaves are like a delicate little paper fan, and when they are turned upside down, they are like a girl's short skirt, which is extremely beautiful! It has a faint fragrance that makes you feel very refreshing when you smell it.

The plane trees are also beautiful. The Autumn Maiden came to the plane tree and turned the leaves of the plane tree into half-yellow and half-green leaves, which fell to the ground like a two-color carpet of yellow and green.

The most beautiful autumn leaves are maple leaves. The maple leaves have five horns, and when the autumn wind blows, they are like red five-star red flags fluttering in the wind. From a distance, it looks like patches of red clouds; Up close, it looks like a flaming torch.

I love falling leaves! Hope it inspires you.

Autumn impressions.

At first glance, I saw the leaves falling, the cold wind was blowing, and the leaves of the trees were red and ......

A little | walking in a wheat fieldOn the way, the phoenix blew slowly, setting off layers of wheat waves in the sea of wheat, and then pushed to the edge. Autumn in the form of a fairy secretly told me that the coming year would be a good year, and there were a few faint laughters in the wheat field, and I seemed to see the farmer waving his sickle in the wheat field, and the smile on his face was imprinted in the wheat waves pushed by the wheat field.

Before I knew it, I came to the end of the wheat field, there was a forest, and curiosity drove me to walk there, as if I had entered heaven. The sunlight passed through the gap in time, forming a speckled path of light on the ground, and a few bird chirps, cooing, cooing, and ...... came from the depths of the dense forest

There are a few persimmon trees in the forest, and the persimmons on the trees are like small red lanterns hanging between the branches and swaying in the wind. It's like many red elves, chasing each other and playing, the wind blows, dropping a few leaves, watching it sway, falling to the ground silently, don't you think it falls like life? It's like a banknote, the same status, falling one after another.

Life is a struggle, no matter how much money you have, no matter how high your status, you still have to return to the original place in the end.

A few bird cries, breaking my imagination, the sunset has almost set, I return the same way, at this time the sun is not as strong as noon, fall on the road to leave a Cotai Boulevard, put down money and status, waiting for their own is also Cotai Boulevard. I walked out of the woods, and the sun was setting.

Qiu Shi walked alone on the street, stepping on the fallen leaves all over the ground, looking at the sunset that was about to fall, and that inexplicable emotion flew to his heart again. At such a young age, why do I have so many feelings, is autumn really a sentimental season?

The ancients in the fall, homesick. But I am luckier than them, and the love of my parents has always bathed me in my growth. I just watched Zhu Ziqing's "Hurry", and when it comes to his feelings about time, Mr. Zhu Ziqing can be said to be all-encompassing and leaky.

How can I compare with him, I just feel that time goes too fast, I don't seem to really feel its existence, let alone feel its passing, I always keep comforting myself that it is a good time, and time will not abandon me like abandoning the sun. However, during this period of time, what I have done, I have no shame to mention. Time, you are really so ruthless, willing to leave behind all the people who cherish you, and walk briskly alone, leaving not even a glance back, not even a shadow.

This depressed autumn, although it is cold, can finally bring people to feel, although it is cold, but at least feel its presence, its passing. But what about you, time, why didn't you appear in front of my eyes, trying to find you, but finding your traces, nowhere to be found. There are traces of you everywhere, but I can't find it, I can't touch it, you make me really helpless, time, you are more ruthless than this autumn, and it is more sentimental.

Everyone says autumn is astringent, but what really makes people feel bitter from the bottom of their hearts is you, right? You are invisible, you are silent, you are ruthless, you let all the people run with you, you make people feel a trace of your breath, but you can't find you in **, you uninvited master.