Urgent!! Lyrical prose about autumn of about 200 words

As the old saying goes: "When a leaf falls, the world knows the autumn." This sentence that has been passed down for thousands of years has made many people recognize it without thinking, but have you ever thought that the fall of a leaf can really represent the arrival of autumn?

I don't think the fall of a leaf is necessarily autumn.

The fall of a leaf can be the trampling of a bird, or the blowing of wind and rain. These reasons can unconditionally deny the reason that "a leaf falls and the world knows the autumn". "Falling" is only the surface of the leaf, and the meaning of its falling, have you ever thought about it?

I give this example mainly to show that the fall of a leaf does not actually mean anything, and we must not be blinded by the laws of the seasons and hinder our thoughts. Everything has its own particularity, and there is a side that others can't think of.

Celebrity Helen Keller. A person known globally. She has been blind and deaf since she was a child, and in a completely silent dark world, she has a strong belief in cherishing life and being happy, and does not give in to fate, and this spirit has created his brilliance.

The "falling leaves" represent blindness and deafness, but it does not enter the fall because of this - give up. Maybe that's how "people can't look good"!

That year, the sudden attack of Wenchuan ** ruthlessly took many lives and caused huge losses to China's economy. And soon, the Olympics will be held in our country. In the eyes of foreigners, I think that my country's performance in this Olympics may not be satisfactory.

At the end of the day, our country's performance was admired by people all over the world, and our outstanding achievements covered up tears of sorrow in exchange for tears of joy and tears. So, one thing doesn't mean a definite outcome.

Is it hot and summer? Ants move, is it about to rain? A flower blooms, which means that spring is coming? If you believe too much in the surface, you will only give it "unintentional" deception.

Remember, if the leaves have fallen, it's not autumn. The fall of a leaf, perhaps just the pursuit of the wind.

One late autumn morning, I walked alone along the path in the woods, and I was greeted by a patch of gold, and I felt that autumn had begun to ripen with the joy of harvest. It's like a golden fairy tale, and I've become the only visitor to autumn.

In the autumn wind, the yellow leaves on the trees fell one after another. Slowly, slowly it fell to the ground, and let out that whining"Rustle"Sound. Fallen leaves!

Are you grieving the shortness of your life? No, it's not! Fallen leaves won't be so heroic and short of breath!

Before I knew it, I had reached the end of the road. I saw a clear and clear stream in front of me, and the fallen leaves fell on the stream with the wind, like golden boats. The stream flowed incessantly, and the fallen leaves swirled with the waves, and began their long and arduous journey......

Seeing that there was no way out in front of me, I simply lay down on the luxurious velvet blanket and looked up, and there seemed to be a few green leaves left on the bare branches. Perhaps in a few days this green leaf will fall and fall into the arms of Mother Earth. "Fallen leaves are not ruthless, and turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.

Oh, yes! It is giving its life for the coming year.

Fallen leaves! Your brilliant life will not end with autumn, because the seeds of abundance have carried your hope to the next spring.

Fallen leaves! You don't have to worry about the bare branches being frozen by the frost, because the old twigs have become the most powerful man.

Floating, floating, the fallen leaves are still hovering there, scattered. It doesn't seem to be nostalgic for the branches, nor worried about fate, but just looking for its own home. It thought: since its life has had an unusual beginning, it should have an unusual ending.

Plain sailing. It doesn't mean you're driving a flat course.

In the middle of nowhere. Only the steps forward are a symbol of hope.

Excerpt from Zhang Xiaofeng's "Autumn Autumn".

At that time, in Nanjing, I had just begun to remember some fragmentary things, and a beautiful countryside often appeared in the picture, I quietly walked away from the adults, sat alone on the grass, and the sycamore leaves began to fall and fall, and many mysterious beauty fell into my heart together. I was suddenly confused, and my little mind could hardly bear the excitement. I picked up a fallen leaf in such a daze.

The leaves are yellowish-brown and curved, like a boat carrying dreams, and on the side of the boat there are two beautiful sycamores. Every gust of wind, I shuttle through the rain of fallen leaves, picking up sycamores from the ground. There must be a sycamore or two that I haven't picked up sprouting in that meadow, right?

Twenty years later, I can still hear the distant west wind, and the falling leaves in the wind. I can still see the boats carrying dreams, sailing in the grassland, sailing in the hope of a seed.

Autumn Autumn After-Reading Feelings:

This text expresses the love for the sycamore leaves with beautiful brushstrokes. The onomatopoeia of "簌簌" is vivid and expressive, allowing the reader to guess the scene as well. "Mysterious Beauty" writes the characteristics of the autumn sycamore, mysterious, graceful, sycamore leaves are full of infinite charm and beauty in the author's eyes, extremely infectious.

Using metaphors, the form of sycamore leaves is vividly described. The author described the color and shape of the leaves, and at the same time compared the leaves to a boat, and there is a boat side when you put it on, and the plane tree on the side of the boat makes everyone who reads it fascinated and wants to see this beautiful plane tree. The author has a rich imagination and expresses the beauty of autumn to the fullest.

There is bai in all seasons of rain

Color. Chundu

The rain is green, like crystal; zhi Xia Yu is a black dao, like a rage version.

the roaring lion; The autumn rain is golden, like a butterfly flying quietly in the air; The winter rain is white, like flakes of snow, exuding cold.

I only like autumn rain, and there is a reason.

In autumn, walking along the streets, the sky is drizzling, and the autumn rain is mixed with gusts of autumn wind, gently and softly falling on me, like a mother's hand caressing me.

The autumn rain is like a road cleaner, with a simple and calm smile, tirelessly sweeping the streets and alleys, washing the dust on the road and roof; Wash away the summer heat and worries. The autumn after the rain is even more refreshing.

Qiu Yu is like a diligent painter, wielding a golden brush, tirelessly running around. The autumn rain drifted across the fields, and the golden rice covered the fields; The autumn rain flew over the orange orchard, and the yellow-orange oranges dotted the treetops; When the autumn rain passes through the garden, golden chrysanthemums bloom on the branches.

The autumn rain is more like a pistachio, and the farmer's uncle eats it, and his face blooms with joy.

Oh, autumn rain!

Liang Shiqiu's "Autumn in the Old Capital" is very classic.

"A crane in the clear sky is on the clouds, and it will lead poetry to the blue sky" Liu Yuxi sighed at the poetry and painting of autumn, "break through the incense array through Chang'an, and the city is full of ** armor" Huangchao is intoxicated with the chrysanthemum fragrance in autumn. Indeed, autumn is not only a season of harvest, but also a release of inspiration and sorrow. Who said autumn was the bleakness of parting?

Who said autumn is the sorrow of homesickness? It seems to me that he is a witness to the reunion in the coming days, and the breeze of blessings is carried away. He does not have the scorching heat of summer, nor the ruthlessness of winter, he is the same as spring, it is a transition between the two extremes, allowing people to experience a different kind of sunshine and happiness.

Concentrate; I don't know how to write if you suddenly want two hundred words.,But it's definitely original.,Let's take a look.。。。

It's autumn again, and the weather is starting to get cooler.

Autumn at home starts with clothing. The weather became cooler, and I put on long-sleeved clothes and trousers again. My home has become even more lovely in this autumn!

In the morning, the morning breeze blew into my home. Sleep, ho! Why am I wearing only such a little bit of clothing?

Oh, I was blown "delirious" by the wind. After getting dressed, I went to the balcony, only to see that some of the flowers on the balcony were withered. Only the tenacious cactus still has a glimmer of life.

Looking at the cactus carefully, it may not be long before the green cactus will leave me. In the morning, I go to school with a lot of confidence.

At noon, I can occasionally see that beautiful ray of sunshine again. Looking at the dead leaves, although the dead leaves that had left me in autumn reflected the bright light, all of a sudden, the room became bright. Noon is short, although short, but it leaves people with a good nostalgia for life.

The afternoon, which was as long as the morning, came again. The north wind was blowing, and from time to time you could hear the leaves being blown by the wind. "Huhuhu" is like the sky has been cut by an airplane, and the blue disappears from the sky.

Autumn at home seems to have been changed by someone and immediately warms up. Who can't be happy in the warmth and coolness of autumn?

Night, the silence of the night makes people feel terrifying. Night, gently waving a glow stick, night, finally became colorful. Standing on the balcony in the dark of night, what can you see?

I think you must only see some shadows of light and some trees. What else can you see? There is so little night at home.

Late at night, I had to turn off the lights, cover myself with a thick quilt, and go on my dream journey.

.Autumn is the harvest season. Soybeans, corn, and sorghum are all ripe, and they are so tired that they bend over.

The autumn sky is very high, as if Pangu is still holding the sky and the earth; The sky was so blue, it was as if a painter had painted blue paint in the sky.

The leaves of the poplar tree are a little yellow, and when the autumn wind blows, the poplar staggers as if it is old and unsteady.

The crops were happy, because they were all bearing fruit, and they were all talking, "Look, how big my fruit is, I can be the first among the crops!" "You see, my fruit is no worse than yours.

The crops bore abundant fruit and left the sweetness to the people, but gradually they turned yellow and senile.

In the lawn of the campus, the grass sneaked out, like a green uniform for the earth; The beautiful school building whispered to me, "I'll shelter you from the wind and rain, you have to study hard." "The scenery around me seemed to say to me

We've got the results, do you have them? Let's race! ”

Only the willow girl bowed her head and was silent, very sad and sad. The crops comforted her: "Although you have no fruit, you have a beautiful figure, and you bring beauty to people." The Willow Girl finally smiled.

Autumn is so beautiful, I love it!

In the lawn of the campus, the grass sneaked out, like a green uniform for the earth; The beautiful school building whispered to me, "I'll shelter you from the wind and rain, you have to study hard." "The scenery around me seemed to say to me

We've got the results, do you have them? Let's race! ”

Walking aimlessly on the street today, a dead leaf falls from the side, quietly, as if it doesn't want to disturb the busy crowd. I suddenly found that autumn is not just the season of life sleeping, and now I know why the ancients once said that "since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring". Autumn is a poetic season, everything is so light, with a yellowish melancholy temperament.

Walking under the trees, listening to the autumn breeze and the whispers between the branches, sharing the air with the unique smell of fallen leaves, watching the naughty autumn equinox and the fallen leaves like fluttering butterflies chasing and frolicking around you, shining like gold.