With Autumn Colors as the background and Homesickness as the theme, expand the paragraph. 40

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the cycle of the four seasons, standing between the vast world and the world, feeling the ruthlessness of the hurried years, if the spring brings vitality, the summer brings restlessness, the winter brings depression, then the autumn brings helplessness. I like to wander alone in the trail of the deciduous man dance, or the empty alley covered with moss, let my thoughts be blown away by the autumn wind, until I am occupied by the melancholy of imminent departure, and I have to sigh with Song Yutong, "Sad, autumn is angry!" bleak, the grass and trees shook off and decayed".

In autumn, the autumn wind is blowing, and the leaves are falling. Every time I read the poems of the ancients, I will always be tightly wrapped in a strong sad autumn mood, but I don't want to break free, I sip the slowly expanding melancholy and loss alone, and I don't know if this is "falling in love with the floor, saying sorrow for the new words", or "I want to say goodbye, but the weather is cool and autumn"?! Anyway, the love of sad autumn has existed since ancient times, and there is not one more of me, and look at how many sensitive and amorous poets have left poems that are comfortable with autumn.

In the Book of Songs, "the autumn is bleak, the flowers are full of flowers", "the leaves are pale, the white dew is frost", "the mulberry falls, its yellow and falls" are all sighs for autumn. Fan Zhongyan's "blue clouds, yellow leaves, autumn waves, cold smoke and green on the waves", the scenery painted is faint and distant, and the love and scenery are blended, which makes people deeply sad. Later, Wang Shifu slightly triggered this word in the "Farewell to the Long Pavilion" in "The Legend of the West Chamber" and changed it to "blue clouds, yellow flowers, the west wind is tight, and the northern geese fly south."

Who is drunk with frost in Xiaolai? is always away from people's tears", which is even more confusing and awe-studied. "Affectionate parting since ancient times, how can it be snubbed the Qingqiu Festival" is Liu Yong's sigh, under the sad willows, there will be no time again, and all that can be taken away seems to be the autumn wind.

Zhou Bangyan's "Autumn clouds gradually turn to twilight, change into a bleak court, listen to the cold sound", writes about the loneliness and helplessness of the bleak journey. Wei Yingwu's "Wen Yan": "Where is the old garden?

Returning to the side of the mind is leisurely. On the rainy night in the autumn of Huainan, Gao Zhai heard the wild goose coming" wrote about the loneliness of homesickness. Compared with the above helplessness about autumn, Li Bai also showed the true character of a bold poet in addition to emotion:

Whoever forsakes me will not remain on the day of yesterday, and whoever disturbs my heart will be troubled on the day of today. The long wind sends autumn geese thousands of miles, and you can be a tall building for this."

In short, most of the autumn scenery is bleak, bleak wind and bitter rain, withered grass and flowers, rain and residual lotus, geese singing in the sky ......However, with a different state of mind, the verses will be very different. Liu Yuxi found sustenance in the autumn wind and was freed from the sadness of the time: "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring."

As soon as the cranes line the clouds in the clear sky, it will lead poetry to the blue sky. Du Mu also looked at the autumn wind and clouds in "Chang'an Autumn Look", and there was no cave: "The building leans against the frost tree, and there is nothing in the mirror."

Nanshan and autumn colors are both imposing."

The fiery red maple leaves announce to people the arrival of this autumn, the autumn in a foreign land, reminds me of the warmth of home. My orange color is as tempting as a delicious meal cooked by my mother. Looking up, the blue sky did not have a single cloud, and it seemed empty, like my heart could not find home.

The autumn wind blows, and the withered yellow leaves are blowing and falling, maybe I am the withered yellow leaves, which are blown by the wind and fall far away from the roots, but who knows, my endless thoughts about the "roots"?

1. Key Points of Writing:

The key to this type of expansion lies in the capture and mining of the hidden information contained in the expansion requirements, and the clear information in the title is:

1. "Autumn Homesickness" determines the lyrical atmosphere of the paragraph;

2. "Color" clarifies the characteristics of the specific object described;

3. The expression used should be mainly descriptive.

2. Fan Wen: 1. The fiery red maple leaves announce the arrival of autumn to people. Autumn in a foreign land reminds me of the warmth of home. The orange color is as mellow as a delicious meal cooked by my mother.

The blue sky did not have a single white cloud, it seemed empty, just like my wandering heart could not find the warmth of home.

An autumn wind blows, and the yellow leaves fall one after another. Maybe I'm the yellow leaves that were blown away by the wind and fell far from the roots. But who knows how long I miss my "roots"?

2. Autumn is coming, and in the autumn season, flowers and trees take off their thick green clothes and put on dark yellow coats. On the side of the road, leaves are mercilessly swept off by the autumn wind, and the fallen leaves cover the earth with a yellow carpet.

At this time, I feel a little melancholy, this melancholy expresses a wanderer's longing for his hometown, this melancholy expresses a wanderer's longing for his relatives, I can't help but sing the ballad of my hometown, the song is accompanied by the fallen leaves fluttering in the wind.

Objectives: 1 Recognize the main characteristics of autumn scenes, and learn to use reasonable warm colors and painting or cutting methods to express the overall characteristics of autumn colors in orange towns buried in the sheds of the family. 2. Through the memory and appreciation of the beautiful autumn colors of the hometown, understand the basic characteristics of warm colors, and learn to analyze the various colors of the surrounding scenery with artistic eye liquid wax light.

3. By feeling the colors of autumn and the unique beauty of autumn colors in your hometown, you can stimulate the enthusiasm for different messages conveyed by different colors.

I love the deep, blue skies of autumn. As far as the eye can see, it seems that there is no sky overhead, but a blue curtain. The array of geese flying south cleverly adds a touch of agility to this simple background, and the eunuch office is a violent color, a little homesickness, and suddenly, I think of a team of fishing boats sailing out to sea on the blue sea of my hometown.

Just make sense).

The water falls out, the heart is relaxed and happy to welcome autumn, and the leaves fall and dance with the wind. Golden autumn leaves, a yellow earth, the color of the withered yellow, the elegant spotted yellow rhyme, the autumn rain is flowing all over the sky, the autumn wind is boiling and hanging a piece of autumn leaves, the world is golden! Ascending September 9, isn't it a kind of lonely heart song?

is another poem of homesickness, Wang Wei's "Memories of Shandong Brothers on September 9th" is just the helplessness of "thinking of relatives every festival"? Yellow dance, autumn charm, homesickness! A yellow-based color!

The land of China, the picture scroll of nature, and the calling of the native sound--- aren't they the harmony of family affection?

Withered vines, old trees, faint crows.

Who is that, leading a thin horse, accompanied by the remnant sun, stepping on the ancient road, all the way to the dust.

I don't know how much dust has fallen on your green shirt, and how many homesick tears have been touched on your placket. After so many years outside, my mood has already precipitated, and the only thing I miss is my relatives. You don't want dignitaries, you don't want gold, silver and jewelry.

All you need is a bowl of wine and a piece of soil in your hometown. You just want your hometown to give you the most tender embrace and comfort.

The dried rattan shivers in the wind, and eventually returns to nature; The old tree that has lost its leaves stands lonely in the vast wind and sand, but after all, it is still rooted in the earth; The crows at dusk finally melted into the gray sky, and finally had their own warm home. After all, you couldn't hold back the tears and quietly fell.

I love the deep, blue skies of autumn. As far as the eye can see, it seems that there is no sky overhead, but a blue curtain. The array of geese flying south cleverly adds a touch of smart color to this simple background, a little homesickness, and suddenly, I think of a team of fishing boats sailing out on the blue sea of my hometown.