Write an essay based on a scene from Autumn. Purely self created, thank you

From the age when I could tell the four seasons, I had a strange eternal affection for autumn. Dad said it was because I was born in the fall.

The childhood attachment to autumn is simple and childish. At that time, we often went out into the field in groups to look for dandelion poms. Gently pick one, put it on the side of your mouth and blow it, and immediately release tens of thousands of fairy feathers, which is very beautiful.

Sometimes I also go to Grandpa Zhang's yard to look for the maple leaves that fall on the ground. At this time, they have been beaten red by frost, and they are used as bookmarks in books, which is very cute.

Autumn is the most fruitful season of the year, and the streets are full of apples and pears. The ones that appeal to me the most are the tender corn and sweet potatoes. Wherever I played, I always listened with my ears pricked up to the shouts of corn sellers.

As soon as he heard it, he ran home to get a small basket, took his grandmother's hand and ran to the farmer's house selling corn, and watched his grandmother skillfully pick some big corn and bring it home. Then I sat quietly in front of the pot in which the corn was boiling, listening to the sound of the steam hitting the lid ,......As soon as the aroma of corn spread, I couldn't wait to pick one out with my chopsticks, throw it into a basin of cold water prepared in advance to cool it down, and then take it out and carefully peel it off one by one to eat.

Autumn is a short time of year, and before people can enjoy its rich and rich colors, winter is coming.

The golden leaves were blown off, a lovely carpet of excitement was laid in the quiet forest, the harmonica of the magnificent oak was put down, and this beautiful moment was sketched with a golden brush.

As follows:

In the days of participating in the grassland summer camp in Inner Mongolia, it is an exaggeration to say that in addition to sleeping at night, Qian Duoduo and I are almost "inseparable". Open the same row, eat at the same table, sit in the car, and move together. I don't know what we talked about when we were together, I was imaginative, and the sky was beautiful and northern; Sometimes we don't talk about anything, we just look at each other and giggle.

I know that we are so different, different ages, different genders, different regions, different occupations, it is impossible to be so close. But the fate between people is so wonderful, because of literature, because of words, she changed from Hunan to Chengdu to Ningxia, and I transferred from Shanxi to Hunan to Tianjin, a western line, an eastern line, after going around most of China, they met in Hohhot every second.

Maybe just because I took a look at the crowd more, and since then, the hot, cheerful and generous Qian Duoduo has entered my heart, and it has become inseparable. I can't forget standing on the podium together in the magazine, watching the ** fountain together in the municipal square, participating in the bonfire party hand in hand on the grassland, and walking down the stone stairs side by side in the Huanghuagou Scenic Area ......

(Autumn Rain) is an essay in which the author grasps the characteristics of autumn and writes about the arrival of autumn, writing about autumn (colorful colors), autumn (harvest scenes), and late autumn.

You came quietly, silently, and in the blink of an eye, the earth was clothed in gold.

You came quietly and walked into the field, the fragrance of wheat wafted around, and the acres of crops looked like rolling waves from a distance; Look closely, the wheat is smiling and bending, the sorghum is red, the corn is happy, and the people in the field are busy"Sing a song about the harvest, harvest wheat, harvest sorghum, harvest corn, harvest soybeans, and send it to the country after harvesting. "The song of Yoyo expresses the joy of the autumn harvest of the farmer.

You came quietly, brought a yellow robe, a red robe, and looked at the mountain on the side, as if you had crossed a layer of gold. Countless yellow butterflies flew down from above, and a group circled in mid-air, and I don't know how long it took for the dark yellow clothes to turn light yellow; The light yellow turned into a heshi again, you see, it looks like a naughty little ghost, look at the mountain over there, the sorghum is drunk, it is simply a red sea, covering half of the sky, and the glow is connected together, and the red is burning like a flame. This yellow and red are connected, giving people an indescribable warmth, and they even forget that in a few days, the cold winter is coming.

Autumn is in the golden leaves, in the harvest season, autumn comes quietly, leaving us not the slightest longing.

Autumn also went quietly like this, leaving us with no reverie.

1.Autumn birds.

Akitori is a good companion of the golden voice.

Early in the morning every day.

Wake me up from my dreams.

Mom said that the spring bird was calling me.

She asked me to go with her into the great forest.

Listen to nature's moving chorus.

I'm also going to ask you a question, is this article about the nostalgia of autumn about moving?