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Beautiful park.

XX Park is a beautiful park that has many wonderful changes throughout the year.

The bird makes a melodious voice and sings a beautiful song. The whole park has become a stage for the birds, and their singing is better than the other, which is really intoxicating!

In summer, the trees are dressed in lush and dense layers, butterflies fly in mid-air, tadpoles swim freely and leisurely in the lake, and dragonflies tell stories and play games with tadpoles on the lake. Bees frolic and play in the flowers while collecting nectar. Zhizhi shouted in the tree at the top of his voice, "Got it, got it."

In autumn, the leaves fall from the branches like butterflies, and the leaves of the pines and cypresses become even greener. It's like a sea of green soaked in fascinating colors.

In winter, the trees are bare, standing on the ground like a child who has been criticized, and the pines, like a soldier in green, stand there, defending the Motherland. The birds are gone, the tadpoles are nowhere to be found, and the insects and animals have begun to sleep for a long time.

The scene of XX Park is very charming all year round, it is really a lovely "Garden of Everything".

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As a child, I traveled to the countryside in the south, and it was autumn. The endless plain, all golden, is not an exaggeration at all, and as far as I can see, large fields of rapeseed reach the distant sky, and the rapeseed fields and the sky are connected into a line. Golden rape, dazzling, blue sky, high sky and light clouds, two perfect oil paintings are perfectly combined.

The rapeseed fields are regular, separated by ridges between them. The creek beside the ridge meanders and flows, and from a distance, it looks like a jade belt tied to a rapeseed field. In the vast field, there are a few large trees that stand sparsely on the ground, they have experienced the vitality of spring and the flourishing of summer, and after passing the cold winter, they can carve a new ring of annual rings.

It symbolizes maturity and self-confidence. The leaves are also the same as rapeseeds, take off their green clothes, put on a golden suit, look more stable, the wind blows, the leaves whirl, slowly turning, like a butterfly, you wrap around me, I wrap around you, flying in the sky. This is the stage that belongs to autumn, and it sways itself to the fullest.

In the huge place, I was the only one lying on the high haystack. Autumn did not hesitate to give me the whole world. At this moment, I feel the fraternity of autumn, which gives us a deeper connotation in life.

It said to me: "Life is a cycle, the ups and downs of life will eventually pass, and emotions must also change, just like the vitality of spring and the noise of summer, and finally it will end." A person who loves life will not be lost at the end of his life.

Everything will come one day, and the fallen leaves should return to the roots. Everything will also return to the earth, with a lifetime of happiness and bitterness. Successes and failures are buried in the deep and rich land.

It's better to sing before disappearing, singing about the hardships of a lifetime; Go and write poems, write a glorious chapter of truth. ”

In fact, life is very simple, and the repetition of every day and night is happiness. As long as you can live, every moment is new. ”

Rape, leaves, streams, and me, finally found a good home in the arms of autumn. It's better to stop time and cast eternal life into the arms of Qiu!

The autumn wind blows silently on this land.

And just like that, autumn came. Walking around the campus alone, a cool breeze blows on your cheeks, with the fragrance of flowers and plants, is it sweet? Raising my head, the leaves on the trees are also a little yellow, and the wind blows a few leaves in the air, as if dancing with the autumn wind, the charming dance makes people have infinite reverie, how many poets have been intoxicated by it, and now I am also fascinated by it.

I am not as full of literary brilliance as a poet, chanting "don't be an ordinary taste in my heart", nor am I like a ** family, so I can compose countless moving movements. I'm just an ordinary person, and I just know how to appreciate this slightly sad scenery.

Those withered yellow leaves, flying all over the sky, will eventually fall to the ground, and that moment is the end of its life, maybe no one cares about it anymore, perhaps, only until the cleaners gather them together, and finally turn them into fertilizer to nourish the green leaves of the next year. Our life is not like this, the former lays a beautiful landscape for the latter, and waits for the latter to bloom more brilliantly. Li Qingzhao once said:

Life should be a hero, and death is also a ghost". The heart-wrenching verses are most suitable for this situation, this scene and this thing!

In the autumn of previous years, walking on the path to school, there were only a few people, and that feeling was the most suitable for autumn, bleak and deep, and at that time I would always think of the various postures of autumn chanted by those literati and ink writers, giving autumn a thousand sorrows. There is the sadness of the deceased monarch Li Houzhu's "going up to the west building alone without a word, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu", and there is also the bleakness of the heroic Yi'an Jushi who laments the misery of "flowers floating and flowing artesian". No matter who you are, in the face of autumn, there will always be some feelings, which cannot be described endlessly or clearly.

Even if it is the "festive festival of Chongyang" and "Dongli wine", it will be difficult to stop the autumn "curtain sweeping the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers". Despite this, I still deeply love her persistence, her sadness and happiness.

The happiness of autumn is due to the fact that autumn is also a harvest season, a year's hard work, harvesting a harvest in autumn, for us, at that time, we can also relax ourselves and enjoy the results of a year's efforts! So I think autumn is like life, there are joys and sorrows. If it's monotonous, it's not perfect, and autumn is the perfect interpretation of all this!

In autumn, the maple leaves on the mountain are red, and the phrase "frost leaves are red in February flowers" is the best praise for autumn.

I felt autumn in the autumn breeze!

Autumn colorsWhen the autumn wind drove away the scorching heat of summer and quietly arrived with a hint of coolness, autumn used her brushes of that period to paint a gorgeous and colorful picture for us. Don't believe it, you see-

The leaves on both sides of the road gradually turned yellow, and under the blowing of the autumn wind, they danced like beautiful yellow butterflies, falling to the ground and covering the earth. The emerald green grass also withered and turned yellow, intertwined with the fallen leaves, forming a huge yellow carpet. Oh, and autumn is yellow.

There are many maple leaves on the mountains, and these green hills have been dyed red by the maple forest. The clusters of red leaves looked like the sunset on the horizon, reflecting the whole sky red, and they were like a fierce flame, blooming red. Oh, and autumn is fiery red too.

The autumn rain accompanied by gusts of autumn wind dripping down, moistening the earth, and the air was filled with the fragrance of earth. The rain gradually stopped, and when I looked up, the sky was so blue, and a few thin clouds were slowly drifting, and the clouds looked very light, like a girl's white gauze dress. How alluring and beautiful this blue sky is.

Oh, and autumn is still blue.

White chrysanthemums bloom along country roads and can be seen everywhere. Although she is not as rich as a peony, not as delicate as a dahlias, or as elegant as an orchid, she is so simple, immaculate, and graceful as a white Hada. Oh, and autumn is white.

In the field, heavy ears of wheat bent over. The autumn wind blows in gusts of time, and the wheat waves roll and stretch as far as the eye can see. The sun shines on the earth, and when you raise your eyes, you can see a golden yellow, as if it is a thousand golden rays of light sprinkled on the world.

There is also the pleasant fragrance of osmanthus flowers, which are my favorite flowers, golden osmanthus in clusters, clumps, they are fairies wearing golden clothes and blonde hairpins. Oh, and autumn is golden.

How beautiful autumn is, it is woven of colorful colors, yellow, red, blue, white, and golden, like a rainbow after rain.

I love the beautiful autumn colors and the cool autumn breeze.