It was a season of falling leaves, composition, narrative, please how to write 10

Autumn is the season of harvest for farmers, autumn is the season of falling leaves, and autumn is a ...... of purple and red with gold as the main thingLooking at the scene of falling leaves, I thought of chrysanthemums, because I love chrysanthemums that bloom in autumn.

Chrysanthemums don't seem to be liked by anyone, but I do. It was by chance that I saw a chrysanthemum and I was curious why it bloomed in autumn? My grandfather told me that it was because the chrysanthemum was popular with other flowers, but not only did no one like it, but other flowers discriminated against it.

It has low self-esteem and extends its flowering period to autumn in order not to meet other flowers. But every time the frost falls in autumn, it can't stand it, and just when it wants to give up, it thinks of the flowers that discriminate against it, and those flowers that discriminate against it can anger the courage of the chrysanthemum for some reason, and every time he thinks of it, he has a reason to live. Gradually, he became extremely strong, and in the end he even blossomed brilliantly!

Until one day he heard that someone praised it: the chrysanthemum is not only beautiful, it is also strong, and it does not give up its life even in the cold autumn. Chrysanthemum is very happy that someone praised it like this, and it is no longer inferior, and has started an optimistic life.

Every year, it blooms after being hit by frost, and it no longer feels cold, but is happy ...... heartAfter listening to my grandfather's words, I was full of emotion! My eyes were soaked with tears, and I had to be a ...... not to give up easily, even if the whole world looked down on me, and I had to smile at everything

The essay "Dancing Leaves" uses metaphor and anthropomorphism to create.

The author skillfully used different colors and shapes of fallen leaves to create this picture book about fallen leaves. The unexpectedly rich pictures and the shapes that never get tired of looking at make the text and the picture unified. Children can also learn to create their own book "Dancing in the Fallen Leaves".

Through the picture book story "Dancing Leaves", children will have a deeper understanding of "leaves", and the leaves in life can not only dance a variety of dances, but also use them to make handicrafts, make specimens, and make all kinds of leaf stickers. At the same time, children also know that they should make full use of the resources around them, and use them in learning or life, so that everything can be useful.

Introduction:

Rustling, the wind was blowing, and in the silent woods of winter, a flock of fallen leaves was dancing happily ......The fallen leaves cut and pasted with real objects have different shapes and rich expressions, like charming elves, bringing out the rich poetry in the author's heart.

About the Author:

Born in 1957 in Tokyo, Japan, Kan Ito graduated from the Faculty of Education at Waseda University. During his time at school, he joined the Children's Literature Research Society of Zaoda (known for its emergence of a large number of outstanding children's writers), met many like-minded people who loved children's literature, and began to create while researching children's books, and was favored by readers with his witty and humorous style and unique shape.

On Sunday afternoon, my brother came to my house. Soon we were happily going to school.

As soon as I entered the school, a breeze blew, and the dead leaves on the big-leaved banyan trees on the campus "swished" down, like a rain of leaves, and like leaves dancing in the air.

When the leaves had fallen, the ground was covered with golden fallen leaves, like a golden carpet spread on the ground, and like there were many gold, silver, and jewels on the ground.

I excitedly ran over and jumped on the leaves.

I came up with an idea. I whispered to Yangyang, "Yangyang, let's find two big brooms to sweep the fallen leaves together, wouldn't that be fun?" ”

Yangyang was very happy, so the two of us went to look for the broom.

We both have a big broom now. We started to sweep up like crazy, and the fallen leaves that were swept together looked like small hills, so we changed the small hill into a fallen leaf house. It's fun! However, as soon as we finished the deciduous house, we were about to leave, so we had to go home.

Ah, there are so many fallen leaves in spring in Guangzhou, like autumn, it's really interesting!

The use of metaphor and anthropomorphic rhetorical devices expresses the beauty and charm of the spring leaves, expresses the author's affection, and also contrasts sharply with the withered yellow and craggy leaves behind.

"Dancing with Fallen Leaves" is a picture book about Lao Cha falling leaves, the whole book has very little text, most of them are beautiful pictures composed of fallen leaves, the picture has no brilliant colors, but it is full of a variety of characters of nature, there are cloud, owls, cooing cats, little snowmen, red cherries, chestnuts and ......The most beautiful thing is that the images of animals and insects composed of various leaves have the richest expressions among the world's spine eggplants, or surprised, or calm, or confused, or intoxicated, or expectant, or enjoyed, or proud, or melancholy, or ambitious......These autumn elves, in the autumn wind, arm in arm, shoulder to shoulder, laughing at the autumn and dancing with the wind.

The fallen leaves with the afterglow of the fallen leaves, with gratitude for the sun, friendship for the roots and attachment to the soil, quietly walked .....

It is thrown into the bosom of the roots.

The fallen leaves are silent, the earth is sound, and it takes away a season of mountain flowers.

It has gone through a cycle of life, and it is a poignant ending.

Maybe it's in a hurry, maybe it's just in time.

The fallen leaves leave the memory of the wind, and the fallen leaves have experienced the baptism of rain, and it sways in many ways.

It has also decorated the beauty of spring.

With a smile on the fallen leaves, safely on the ground, looking at its poignant, demure back of departure, who can understand the feelings of the fallen leaves?

Can anyone read the background carved on the back of a fallen leaf?

I was born in autumn, I love autumn leaves even more, I love watching autumn leaves spin in the air and then fall one after another, and at that moment, my heart is filled with joy ......

When I was a child, I used to live at my grandmother's house in the countryside, and my grandmother would play with me every day after work, while my grandfather would go to the fields every day to clean up the crops. As soon as my grandfather came back, I would call him at the window, and he would give me the happiest smile of the day.

Gradually, I grew up. The big tree in the courtyard of my grandfather's house dropped its leaves once.

When I entered primary school, I had a lot less time to go back to my hometown, and I could only go back once or twice during the winter and summer vacations and the Spring Festival. I spend less time in my hometown, while my grandfather spends more and more time working outside. Grandpa wanted to work more, cultivate more fields, and earn more money.

Dad also persuaded my grandfather to go to the city with us, but my grandfather said that he liked the countryside and the country life, because it was his homeland after all. When grandpa harvested in the autumn, he went to "apply", helped other people's families to collect dates and hoe the ground, and then comprehended the "salary" of dozens of yuan. Every time I come back, I always buy some inconspicuous snacks, although it is just a sugar gourd or a packet of popcorn, but my heart is still warm.

Every Chinese New Year, my grandfather would take out the same small box from the same cabinet, open the same lock, and then pull out a red renminbi from it and give it to me. But I found that my grandparents never used the money in the box on weekdays, and every time they bought something, they would take some of the change from the tea tray. Once I whispered to my grandmother, why don't you use the money in the box and use the broken change every time?

Grandma said that my grandfather had saved it for me. My grandfather's family planted a lot of fruit trees, including apple trees, pear trees, ......My grandfather would pick them back every time, carefully select them, give me the reddest and biggest apples first, and then carefully select them and put them in cardboard boxes for me to take home to eat. But he always picks up the bad and the small ones to eat.

The water is rushing, time is rushing, and the big tree in the courtyard of my grandfather's house quietly drops its leaves again.

During my junior high school semester, I hardly ever went back to my hometown. It's just that I have time to go back and take a look at it in a hurry on the weekend, and then leave in a hurry. From the beginning of the second year of junior high school to now, I haven't been to my grandfather's house, and I have only been through a few times.

In **, my grandfather said to me: "Come back, the apples of the autumn harvest have been packed in boxes, come back and taste them!" I miss you......"When I said this, my eyes were red and tears were rolling in my eyes.

I cut off my grandfather's words and said, "Grandpa, I will definitely go back to see you when I have time." Then he handed the ** to his father.

Grandpa, I am like a big tree, you are like a leaf, you have paid too much for me, the leaves are yellow, you are old, but you are still paying for me, just like the autumn leaves fall to provide nutrition for the tree. Although it is no longer shiny and green, it is still the most beautiful scenery in my heart. It is also because of you that I fell in love with autumn and autumn leaves.

It's another year when the leaves fall, grandpa, are you okay?