Write a 500 word essay about autumn. Language Prose.

Autumn when the leaves begin to fall; When the maple leaves are as red as fire; When the cool breeze blew into people's hearts, Miss Autumn came to us with light steps.

Look at! Next to the West Lake, on the path paved with golden fallen leaves, pedestrians stopped and listened to the beautiful singing of the autumn girl; Gaze at the autumn picture. The gusts of autumn wind blowing in the face are mixed with the fragrance of osmanthus, chrysanthemum and autumn from time to time.

The beauty of autumn is sensible - it is not as soothing as spring, as fiery as summer, and as subtle as winter. Whenever the autumn breeze blows across people's cheeks, the fragrance mixed in the middle spreads around, and people take a deep breath, as if trying to absorb all the essence of the years.

The beauty of autumn is ripe – it is not as shy as spring, as revealing as summer, and as introverted as winter. Autumn frost is an important representative of it, and many poets spend their pen and ink on describing autumn frost or autumn scenery to express their deep feelings of longing and loneliness.

The beauty of autumn is ripe – it is not as shy as spring, as revealing as summer, and as introverted as winter. Autumn frost is an important representative of it, and many poets spend their pen and ink on describing autumn frost or autumn scenery to express their deep feelings of longing and loneliness.

Autumn is a poem that whispers a string of touching stories. Autumn is a great artist who paints paintings that cannot be bought with money.

Autumn is beautiful, and the beauty lies in the clarity. The criss-crossed streams sang and danced and flowed slowly. Autumn is very wheat, and the beauty lies in the scenery. Piece of color is not.

1. Leaves of various shapes fall from the branches, gently patting the delicate ** of Mother Earth.

The sunset and the lonely birds fly together, and the autumn water grows together and the sky is the same color, "The autumn scenery is beautiful." The autumn scenery is not only about the beautiful scenery, but also about the scene of the busy harvest. The huge fruit hangs gorgeously on the branches, making people fall in love and salivate when they see it.

Autumn, the season of harvest, the season of gold – as lovely as spring, as passionate as summer, and as charming as winter.

I forgot myself in the autumn wind.

The autumn wind blows silently on this land.

And just like that, autumn came. Walking around the campus alone, a cool breeze blows on your cheeks, with the fragrance of flowers and plants, is it sweet? Raising my head, the leaves on the trees are also a little yellow, and the wind blows a few leaves in the air, as if dancing with the autumn wind, the charming dance makes people have infinite reverie, how many poets have been intoxicated by it, and now I am also fascinated by it.

I am not as full of literary brilliance as a poet, chanting "don't be an ordinary taste in my heart", nor am I like a ** family, so I can compose countless moving movements. I'm just an ordinary person, and I just know how to appreciate this slightly sad scenery.

Those withered yellow leaves, flying all over the sky, will eventually fall to the ground, and that moment is the end of its life, maybe no one cares about it anymore, perhaps, only until the cleaners gather them together, and finally turn them into fertilizer to nourish the green leaves of the next year. Our life is not like this, the former lays a beautiful landscape for the latter, and waits for the latter to bloom more brilliantly. Li Qingzhao once said:

Life should be a hero, and death is also a ghost". The heart-wrenching verses are most suitable for this situation, this scene and this thing!

In the autumn of previous years, walking on the path to school, there were only a few people, and that feeling was the most suitable for autumn, bleak and deep, and at that time I would always think of the various postures of autumn chanted by those literati and ink writers, giving autumn a thousand sorrows. There is the sadness of the deceased monarch Li Houzhu's "going up to the west building alone without a word, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu", and there is also the bleakness of the heroic Yi'an Jushi who laments the misery of "flowers floating and flowing artesian". No matter who you are, in the face of autumn, there will always be some feelings, which cannot be described endlessly or clearly.

Even if it is the "festive festival of Chongyang" and "Dongli wine", it will be difficult to stop the autumn "curtain sweeping the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers". Despite this, I still deeply love her persistence, her sadness and happiness.

The happiness of autumn is due to the fact that autumn is also a harvest season, a year's hard work, harvesting a harvest in autumn, for us, at that time, we can also relax ourselves and enjoy the results of a year's efforts! So I think autumn is like life, there are joys and sorrows. If it's monotonous, it's not perfect, and autumn is the perfect interpretation of all this!

In autumn, the maple leaves on the mountain are red, and the phrase "frost leaves are red in February flowers" is the best praise for autumn.

I felt autumn in the autumn breeze!

The autumn of the Great Khing'an Mountains is golden everywhere, and the fallen leaves are all over the earth; And the autumn of Mohe is cold and biting, which makes people's ** dry and cracked. But if you think about it, isn't it amazing that there is a place where the mountains are still green in autumn? Isn't it ideal for the sun to shine gently on you, but you don't feel the glare?

The wind is gentle and soft, like a mother's slender hand caressing you, isn't it comfortable? This place is the autumn of my hometown - Xiamen.

The autumn in Xiamen is to come cautiously with light steps, it is for fear of waking people up, so that people unconsciously change the short sleeves on their bodies into long clothes. Looking out the window at the other side of the mountain, from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, the whole body is tightly wrapped in a turquoise coat. Even though it's green all year round, it's never boring.

The green leaves of Xiamen in autumn are not as bright as in spring and summer, it is dark and dark green, like a graceful girl, with a hint of melancholy in her deep eyes like autumn water. If there is an occasional withered tree in this green, it is a miracle. If you just look at the fallen leaves, the dark yellow leaves have no life, pick up a piece and put it in the palm of your hand, gently pinch it and break it in your hand, drift away with the wind, and feel silent sadness in your heart.

I took a step back unintentionally, and I was surprised to find that next to the dead leaves, there was a vibrant green, green energy, and the withered yellow was the embellishment of this green, and my heart became joy, it was the fallen leaves that made the green fluffy!

When you look at the mountains opposite, you always think of the sea behind you. Xiamen is an island surrounded by the sea, and the island is like a pearl on the sea, shining brightly. The sea is tranquil in autumn, with waves gently crashing against the sand, with a "whoosh......The tone plays a song of sea and land, so that people's irritable mood of the day settles down, and only by closing their eyes can they feel the sea breeze with the smell of the sea, so that they can understand that "the autumn wind is bleak and the waves are surging".

In front of many children, God prefers Xiamen, and he feels sorry for the snow in Xiamen, afraid that he will freeze and be cold, and always let the sun shine warmly on Xiamen, so that autumn is as warm as spring. But Xiamen was really a naughty child at the beginning of autumn, ignoring his grandfather's love and always running outside to cause trouble. At this time, the "grandfather" was ruthless, and whipped his beloved child with a strong wind, and the typhoon was blowing, and the painful Xiamen screamed.

After late autumn, the doll behaved, and the whole autumn was quiet, peaceful.

Although the autumn in Xiamen is not full of fruits, there are no golden leaves everywhere, but I love the autumn of my hometown, love its warm sunshine sprinkled on people, love its dark green leaves gently swaying with the wind graceful dancing, love its whispered cordial conversation in the sound of the waves, I love the autumn of my hometown!

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Autumn fields.

One afternoon, I had dinner and went for a walk in the fields. At this time, it was already evening, and the sun, which had been running all day, was red and big, like a big ball of fire, and like a big red lantern hanging in the sky.

A field stream flowed merrily in the field, meandering into the distance, and some leaves fell on it, turning into small golden sailboats, sailing with the stream into the distance. The afterglow was sprinkled on the stream, and the brook lacked golden light, like a thin veil of gold, and there were many spots of various colors, like jewels sprinkled in the stream, embellishing the news with colorful colors. I threw a pebble into the creek, and the pebble splashed like a pearl, forming layers of illusions in the sun, and half of the sun had sunk below the horizon.

This is the creek that is half red and half green. Bai Juyi's "Song of the Twilight River" said it well: "A remnant sun spreads in the water, half of the river is sorrowful and half of the river is red."

Although the creek does not resemble a big river, it has a flavor that is difficult for even a skilled painter to paint.

In the fields, there is a scene of abundant harvest: the endless rice fields are like gold paved with gold. One by one, the ears of rice were broken and their bellies were broken, as if they were about to burst, and a gust of wind blew, setting off bursts of golden waves.

The cotton lined up, the sorghum smiled and bent over, the apple trees were covered with red apples with blushing faces, the yellow pears were bent on the branches, and the oranges were like small lanterns hanging on the trees. Not far away, several farmers were harvesting their crops, with sweet smiles on their faces.

The setting sun closed the last rays of light. It was completely dark, and only the moonlight fell silently on the pavement, and silence reigned over the field, and only the full moon accompanied the brook that still flowed tirelessly, flowing ......

The autumn fields are not only beautiful, but also abundant.