How to continue writing Autumn in Grade 7 Chinese

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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

1.Writing crickets is to capture the characteristics of autumn. The stream catches the quiet. Write about autumn with a combination of movement and stillness. It's very vivid. It's unforgettable!

2.is from the visual. Hearing. Touch. Hallucinations and other writing!

1.Writing about crickets is a characteristic of a typical movement that captures autumn. The stream catches the quiet. Write about autumn with a combination of movement and stillness.

2.Hearing, sight, smell, hallucinations.

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.

Use your senses of sight, hearing, and smell to try writing for yourself.

Looking forward to, looking forward to, the scorching heat has finally passed, and the footsteps of autumn are approaching.

Everything is autumn and cool, the sky is high, and the clouds are light. The fruit was ripe, the crickets were crying, and the weather was cooler.

The grass has not completely disappeared from the earth, it is still green. In the garden, in the field. Look, piece by piece.

Full. The children ran, jumped, flipped a few buckets, picked up a few fallen fruits, and threw each other, competing to see who could throw farther and more accurately. The wind is cool and silky, and the grass is green.

Laurel, maple, and evergreen trees, with a lush and deep style and distinctive temperament, show their style, gold-like yellow, agate-like red, and jade-like green, just like a painter's meticulous painting. Birds are busy migrating, and ants are collecting winter rations. Daisies, a bunch of red, petunias, all over the place at a glance:

Orange, purple, violet, spread in the flower bed, like a carpet, but also smiling in the autumn wind!

Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers! "Yes, it will be turned into spring mud to nourish the earth, and it will not be attached to the prosperity of the branches. Autumn rain falls on the red and yellow leaves, as well as the green and yellow colored leaves.

Luxurious maple leaves, delicate evergreen leaves, ordinary sycamore leaves, ......They become more showy under the baptism of autumn rains.

The fruit on the trees is ripening, and the farmers in the fields are busier. In the city and countryside, workers, students, children and the elderly all came out to enjoy the beautiful scenery, relax and relax, watch the autumn colors, collect and collect specimens, and each did their own thing. "A hard work, a harvest", hard work, in exchange for a harvest, full of joy.

Autumn is like the god of color, making the colors of plants gradually thicker.

Autumn is like a god of harvest, bringing people a lot of fruits.

Autumn is like a god of joy and brings the joy of a good harvest to people.

If you copy someone else's during the exam, you won't have to get it.

The wild geese flying south tell the people: autumn is coming.

Chrysanthemums bloom proudly in autumn. Some are red, some are yellow, and some are white. The red is as red as fire, the yellow is as yellow as gold, and the white is as white as jade.

They vary in shape, some are mischievous and cute, while others have a dignified look. It's amazing. In winter, only plum blossoms bloom alone, and in autumn, only chrysanthemums bloom proudly.

Autumn is the harvest season, and behold, on the apple tree in the orchard, dense clusters of large, red apples hang high on the tree. The grapes on that vine are purple and big, and they look like they are really saliva. The two pomegranate trees were full of red pomegranates, and their bellies were bulging, and some of them were so full that they cracked, as if they had heard some funny joke, and they grinned and laughed.

Thin open skin, white and red pomegranate seeds, like pearls shiny. When you put it in your mouth, it's sweet and delicious.

In the field, there is a scene of abundant harvest everywhere: the cotton is as white as snow, the cotton branches are full of peach-like cotton, there are dozens on one tree, and the pressed cotton branches are bent over; Rice is as thick as chopsticks; The heavy ears of grain nodded frequently; The plump sorghum is as red as ......

Autumn brings a burst of coolness and a hint of breeze, making people feel that winter is approaching step by step. Autumn is also the time when the leaves show their charm, when a gust of autumn wind blows, and the leaves on the trees change into golden evening dresses and dance in pairs. In the last moments of their lives, they left ...... with fond memories

Autumn can not only bring people good news of a good harvest, but also give people the courage and strength to work hard.

The golden leaves are blown off, a lovely carpet is laid in the quiet forest, the harmonica is put down, and the beautiful moment is sketched with a golden brush, and the autumn is secluded in the forest.

Close your eyes and enjoy the autumn and look up at the blue of the sky after the rain washes away.

The heart is carried by a flock of geese to the warm south.

Listen to the cheerful laughter of silver bells coming from the fruit groves and fields.

Autumn brews in the slightly cool air.

The morning mist grew thick in the forest.

The river is flowing more and more slowly.

The birds sang to a light rhythm and went away.

The north wind was blowing.

Autumn roams in nature.