Find a continuation of Lesson 14 Autumn in 600 words and get extra points in 10 minutes

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In the early morning of autumn, the sound of Ding Ding's logging came from the deep valley, shaking down the crystal dew of the early morning People put down their sickles and began to use baskets to decorate the bamboo fence The ripe melons and fruits in the fields are all over the mountains, a harmonious and warm scenery In autumn, inhabit the farmer's house

The fishermen glided slowly on the surface of the river, constantly casting round nets into the cold mist on the river, but each time it was empty and happy, putting away the shadow of a black tree leaf The busy day was finally over, rocking the small oars that had returned to the moor, carrying a boat full of hoarfrost In autumn, the game was on the fishing boat

On the grass, the crickets are more expansive, the flowing water in the past has dried up, you can see all kinds of small stones, hold a little water, it seems to be clearer The grassland has become quieter, and the flute on weekdays has gone to **? The flute hole full of the fragrance and heat of the summer night? It's quiet!

In autumn, dreams are in the eyes of the shepherdess

Walking into autumn, a gust of wind blew, the grass was dyed with a trace of "blonde", and the sunflowers also bent down, like one.

Edition a shy kid right.

He was bowing his head and fiddling with the corners of his clothes. The orchard was full of the aroma of fruits, apples shouted to wear red jackets when it was cold, and grapes shouted to wear purple robes when it was cold. The corn was holding the red tassel happily, and Gao Lianghong also smiled.

Walking into autumn, on the sheep intestine path in the field, wild chrysanthemums compete with each other, clumps and clusters, white like snow, pink like xia, red like fire ......Decorate the fields with extra beauty.

Walking into autumn, it is no longer like a fire. The bright warm sun and cool autumn breeze will make you have the urge to go outing, with the joy of harvest, bathed in the fragrance of flowers and fruits, quietly pick up a fallen leaf, and treasure the autumn.

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The morning is full of dewdrops. Gradually, the sound of Ding Zhiding's logging drifted out of the valley. He put down the sickle that was as fragrant as the silver moon that had been emitted by the rice that had been eaten by the patches of rice, and used the back basket that had been prepared on his back to hold the fat melons and fruits that had already grown between the bamboo hedges.

Autumn came silently, and I inhabited the farmhouse quietly.

In the distance, the river was covered with a layer of cold mist. Sail a small boat into the middle of the river, cast round fishing nets into the cold mist on the river, and collect the shadows of black tree leaves that gradually turn red like blue bream. The canopy of the reed boat was covered with a full layer of hoarfrost.

Gently swinging the small oars that return to the moor, autumn is like a child, playing happily in the small fishing boat on the river.

The weedy ground was cleared up and down by the crickets, and the stream was so dry that you could see the stones. Where is the crisp sound of the shepherd's flute on the back of the ox, the flute hole that fills the whole summer, the flute hole that is full of the fragrance and heat of the summer night? Autumn, tired, is sleeping quietly in the clear eyes of the shepherdess.

Behold, in front of you, in that valley, in that farmhouse, in that fishing boat, in the clear eyes of the shepherdess, the cool autumn beckons to the hot summer.

Thanks for telling me this is my homework (* hee hee......

Farmer's harvest map: In the early morning, when the morning dew was not sighing, a farmer came to the valley, and the sound of Ding Ding's logging ** valley; The smell of rice fragrance emanated from the field, the golden waves rose and fell, and there was a figure in the rice field cutting the rice with a sickle, and the crystal sweat beads soaked through the clothes; There are also people who pick melons and fruits, melons and fruits are fragrant, refreshing people's hearts, pick these heavy autumn gifts, put them in the basket, this joy to share with relatives and friends ......

Frosty morning return to fishing: In the early morning, the river is still filled with cold mist, and you can feel a little cool. In the distance, a fisherman came to shore with his oars.

Faintly visible, the canopy of the boat hung with a layer of hoarfrost, and the fisherman skillfully cast the nets, and the blue bream on the net was like black tree leaves, shining with a silver sheen. When I sailed home, there were moving fishing songs and hearty laughter on the river......

Girl's love picture: The chirping of crickets in the field, and the clear water of the stream. The bleating of the sheep is heard, and the autumn scenery is pleasing to the eye, but the shepherdess has lost her former liveliness.

The sound of the flute in the summer is enthusiastic and long, why is the boy playing the flute missing? Who can guess what is going on in the girl's mind? Summary:

The poet shows the characteristics of autumn to the reader through three sets of paintings, and entrusts the author's understanding of autumn: and goes beyond the inertial definition of autumn by ordinary people, and creates the quiet artistic conception of autumn.

The cold mist on the surface of the river blurred my eyes. I gently brushed the water with a long penny to remove a faint layer of mist. I was making a splash in the cold mist when I suddenly caught a glimpse of a large school of blue bream writhing their tails and swimming slowly in the opposite direction of the boat.

What a big bunch of fish! I screamed excitedly. I hurriedly picked up the round net and threw it hard against the cold mist on the surface of the river.

The mouth of the net made a graceful arc in the air, and landed lightly on the water, covering the large group of blue bream.

I pulled the net hard, and hey, why didn't I catch anything? If you look closely, what kind of blue bream is this? This is clearly the shadow of the black tree!

The waves shook and distorted the shadows, and I saw them as fish wagging their tails and swimming into the distance. I reached out and plucked a crimson leaf and smiled.

A thick layer of hoarfrost forms on the reeds, which slightly refract the sun's rays, as if thousands of brilliant diamonds were set on the reeds. I shook the oars slightly, and the day's fishing life was about to end with the gentle sound of the row.

In the fall, I see you! Are you the kid playing on a fishing boat?

The autumn breeze brings coolness; The autumn wind has brought heavy fruits; The autumn wind makes the leaves dance. And the autumn woods are even more beautiful and intoxicating!

The autumn girl came to the world unconsciously, she walked in the wheat field, and the wheat was ripe; Walking through the orchard, the fruit is ripe; She flew into the woods again, and the leaves were like thousands of butterflies dancing in the woods. Attracted to me and a group of friends, we came to the forest, looking at the tall trees, the trees have become our close friends, we play in the forest, frolic to the fullest, shout to the fullest, forget everything, we dance and sing with the wind and leaves, as if we have become an ordinary leaf and the autumn girl cheers - the arrival of autumn!

There are a variety of leaves in the forest, such as maple leaves, willow leaves, ......There are also a lot of fruit leaves, I took my notebook and found many leaves in the forest, made a leaf book, when I was fine, I opened the notebook, and looked at the leaves as if I had returned to the woods, and autumn ......came again

Autumn makes people feel refreshed, the arrival of autumn makes farmers harvest fruits, I love autumn and love autumn woods even more!

Autumn's footsteps are as silent as Spring's, and she comes to us quietly without giving you any hint.

Walking alone in the aisles of the campus, a cool breeze blows, mixed with the smell of flowers and plants, which is sweet, oh no, fragrant. When I looked up, I noticed that the leaves on the tree were yellow, and the metasequoia was dancing with the wind.

The flying leaves in mid-air are very beautiful, and people have infinite reverie. The poet is intoxicated by it, and I am fascinated by it. I am not a poet, I don't have the words of a poet.

I'm not a writer either, I don't have the words of a writer. I'm just an ordinary person. When the wind rolls the leaves to the ground, it can't help but feel a sense of sadness.

There is always a moment when the leaves flying in the sky fall to the ground, and that moment is the end of their lives, and no one cares about them anymore. Perhaps, only sanitation workers, sweep them up and take them to another world. Perhaps, they will be buried deep in the earth forever and reduced to ashes.

I'm as ordinary and inconspicuous as the leaves that have fallen to the ground.

At night, a man lies on the roof of a building, looking at the stars in the sky. They are also so ordinary. Twinkle and twinkle, although ordinary, they always have their own light.

It's small, but you always have your own wealth. I love this starry sky, so clean, so pure, just like our hearts.

Time flies minute by minute, and the breath of autumn is thick.

The rain was crackling, and I hid under the covers in the morning, and the warm, comfortable, soft bed gave me spiritual comfort. Because sleep is one of life's great pleasures. Helplessly, after the alarm clock rang three times, I habitually turned it off, got up again, and went to class.

A walk in the rain is romantic and a treat.

When the sky cleared, I went up to the top of the building to look at the starry sky, but found that the night sky was not as bright as before, with a hint of sadness.

Autumn, perhaps "frost leaves red in February flowers" is the most beautiful tribute to her.

The fishermen cast their nets on the river, put away the bream like the shadow of a cypress tree, the reed-made canopy seemed to be covered with hoarfrost, and the fishermen shook their oars, giving people a light and lovely feeling when autumn came.

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