I m going to write about autumn. 15

In autumn, it is the endless waves of golden wheat, the waiting under the vast expanse of plane trees, and the ...... of musical notes pouring down from the window

The autumn wind blows the wheat all over the field, clear and yellow, hanging heavily, shaking, welcoming the industrious people to collect them.

The adults carried sickles and sang the trumpets of labor, and went to the countryside happily, bending down, little by little, carefully and patiently harvesting, and even the air was filled with a sense of abundant joy. The autumn wind blows the wheat fields, the wheat fields caress the farmers, and the farmers smile and nod. In a golden wave, the small figure was melted like this.

As a young child, I stood barefoot and watched their busy figures, and for the first time realized that the harvest was so beautiful, so I made up my mind that I could find my own golden wheat field and my own autumn ...... when I was next autumn

Autumn promise.

The leaves of the sycamore tree outside the window fell again, and large swaths of the ground fell down and flew in the air wantonly, spinning, jumping, and finally transformed into an ordinary leaf, curled up its body, and lay quietly on the ground, humming the parting tail ......

Ruri, finally left...I still remember the scene of the first encounter, surrounded by large pieces of fallen sycamore leaves, and it was also in such a season, Liuli slowly stretched out her hand, and the corners of her mouth were shallow smiles, in this inexplicable sad season, dotted with a little bright ......

Now, it is still this season, also under the plane tree, but there is no glazed figure. I held the withered sycamore leaves in my hands, and silently recited the name of the glass in my heart, and in the coming year, I will use the sycamore leaves as evidence to meet ...... again under the tree

It turned out that this year's autumn also brought a touch of sadness and astringent memories ......

Autumn note.

When the fiery maple leaves stained the sky red, a new family moved upstairs, and every day there would be intermittent harmonica sounds upstairs, or trivial, or coherent, or long, forming wonderful notes, in my exhaustion, this group of naughty notes drilled into my heart, ripples, plucked my heartstrings, and behold, this encouraged me to work hard. So, again and again, the books that were originally put down were picked up again, there was an extra pair of focused eyes in the classroom, there was one less jumping figure between classes, and there was an inextinguishable light ...... in the night

When the staccato notes finally became a song, my autumn finally flowed with the sweat of struggle and galloped ...... on the field of hope

Listen, my autumn seems to be coming again......

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 reverie.

If I were to describe each of the four seasons in four colors, I would say: spring is green; Summer is red; Autumn is golden; And in winter it is white.

The green spring symbolizes vitality and the growth of all things; The red summer represents the scorching sun and the scorching heat; The golden autumn represents the cool golden wind and pleasant autumn colors; The white winter symbolizes the year of the snow and the abundance of snow.

I love autumn. I love autumn, I love the harvest of autumn, I love the joy of harvest, I love the fruits of autumn, I love the golden breeze of autumn, and the autumn colors are pleasant.

I love autumn because of its beauty like no other. Walking gently along the quiet path covered with yellow leaves, the surroundings are very quiet, and occasionally, there will be a song or two of crickets, calling to walk on the leaves, and it will make a rustling sound. Sitting on a cold stone bench, reading a few pages of a book, and the cool wind blowing in your face, I feel so uncomfortable!

The wind will blow quietly, slowly, and will not disturb this comfortable scene. The yellow leaves, like dancing butterflies, slowly swirl and float down.

When you step on it, the sound made by the yellow leaves is like a shout, as if it is a struggle before death.

Yes, it grows buds tenaciously from the cold winter, grows hard under the nurturing of spring, and grows desperately under the hot sun of summer, but in autumn, all the tender green leaves turn into dead leaves in an instant, drifting down with the wind, being ruthlessly swept like a garbage can, and its life is over.

Looking up at the sky, autumn is crisp. The geese lined up, singing "songs", and flew south. I thought: How good it would be if I were a wild goose! Flying freely and living a carefree life is really happiness. I can't help but envy the wild geese.

Autumn, not like spring, is gentle and gentle; No more than summer, irritable and impatient; It's not like winter, it's harsh and ferocious. However, it is the happiest and the cruelest.

In my heart, autumn, a season of sentimentality, a season of joy, a season of cruelty, ......

On the way home, there will be leaves falling on my head, autumn, autumn yellow leaves, autumn reverie, autumn dreams ......

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