To write a beautiful essay, 100 to 150 words are sufficient

Autumn rain - high-rise buildings want to dusk, and the sycamore leaves are rainy.

Autumn night - sleep autumn sound nowhere to find, full of sycamore leaves in the sun.

Autumn sound - the spring grass dream of the pond is not perceived, and the sycamore leaves in front of the steps have autumn sound.

Autumn leaves - the wind and bamboo knock on the autumn rhyme in the middle of the night, and the thousands of leaves and thousands of voices are hate.

Autumn color - the rain erodes the new moss green of the urn, and the leaves of the horizontal forest are red in autumn.

Autumn moon - the moonlight soaked in water and water, and the sky reverberated with emptiness.

Qiu Ju - I'd rather die with incense on the branches, how could he have blown down in the north wind.

Qiu Si - the old man had no news for thousands of miles, so he wanted to ask Jiangtou to cut Hong.

Autumn sorrow - Mo Dao is always idle, and the lonely lamp writes about sorrow every night.

Autumn Xing - the west wind blows the leaves all over the lake, and the first change of autumn clothes is unique.

Autumn Huai - Going out is inevitably a sigh of the year, and I see the leaves flying by the lake.

Autumn Dream - The first time I returned to the autumn night, there was a light in front of the bed.

Autumn memories - the anvil and pestle knock on the deep alley moon, and the sycamore shakes the autumn of the hometown.

Autumn Enlightenment - Everyone explains the sad autumn events, not as thoroughly as the poet.

Autumn flavor - crickets know that autumn is early, and plantains rain a lot.

The Rhyme of the Autumn Night Blowing a slight cool breeze, under the soft light of the silver-white jade plate moon, a voice whispered to me: It's autumn. Slightly cool, draped in a white veil as soft as moonlight, flying in the dark blue sky like agate fallen leaves leaking shed, safely falling on my hands, I lowered my head, looking at this small leaf, although a little yellow, but still born so cute, or let you return to the roots!

I blew lightly and it flew away again. I raised my head again, the moon was more beautiful, half a silver-white disk hung in the sky, the vast dome flickered a few points of drifting, I don't know if it was the stars in the sky, or the lamps in the world. Closely, the whispers of the voices of the people next door, and the occasional sound of the wind blowing the leaves, and the remnants of the birds.

When the aftermath of the hot summer footsteps has not yet dissipated, in the season, the messenger of autumn has quietly descended on the world. The moment the two goddesses of the seasons passed each other, nature attributed his spirit and his pride to the wind. After that, as the weather cools down, people are presented with a page of autumn scenery.

I walked out into the quiet Xiaoguang Huihui field, where the grass was silent and the trees were silent, but I seemed to hear them whispering again. What are you talking about? Presumably it's a dissatisfaction with the autumn god.

An airplane flew overhead, breaking the beautiful silence. The moon went crazy, and the grass and trees went crazy. The wind is not so soft, like a dragon roaring, a dragon singing.

The darkness faltered, and the stars and moon were obscured by a sprite and mischievous cloud, and soon the clouds drifted away with great reluctance. Yue'er smiled, the light was brighter, and the moment the clouds drifted away, the earth was gradually illuminated by silver light, as if after the darkness receded, she saw hope again. The light came back, and a touch of warmth poured into my heart.

The bright moon and twinkling little stars make up a beautiful night scene. Moon, moon, tell me why you are sometimes "a crescent moon", like a crooked boat; Sometimes it is a "full moon", like a crystal jade plate. When you were a small boat, how I wanted to take you to space and explore the mysteries of the universe; When you are a jade plate, I often look at you, how I wish I could go to the Moon Palace to visit Sister Chang'e and the cute little white rabbit.

Stars, stars, like that beautiful jewel scattered around the moon.

I love the stars, I love the moon, and I love the starry night sky even more.

The summer nights are beautiful. You see, by the pond in the park, the grass is falling asleep; A few fireflies fluttered in the dim light carrying small lanterns. In the pond, the water lilies closed their eyes and slept on the round lotus leaves; A small dragonfly rests on a lotus leaf like a jade plate.

In the sky, the stars twinkled and blinked to illuminate the earth.

Ah, disturb the up! The summer scene is so beautiful!

Rustling, the spring girl walked through the grass with cheerful steps, and the grass scrambled to poke its head out. The frog, which had been sleeping for a winter, got up and jumped into the river bank and paddy field, and Fa Yan quickly stretched out his tongue and swallowed the pest in one gulp. The Spring Rain girl smiled happily when she saw it!

The spring breeze makes the little swallows chirp, haha, they are busy building nests under the eaves! This year, many more babies will be hatched.

Spring brings us warmth, hope, and vitality for new life.

The mountains have the beauty of the mountains, and the water has the ethereal spirit of the water. There is a canal on the flat side of the mountainside, and the water flows into the small river in the distance, and the surface of the small river is like a mirror, clearly reflecting the blue sky, white clouds, red flowers, and green trees. The river is alive, with layers of sparkling waves rising with the wind, accompanied by the jumping sun, accompanied by my heart, chasing, playing, and occasionally small fish in the river playing freely; The river is soft, and the breeze blows, rippling like a silk fluttering in the wind; The creek is hard, like a flawless piece of emerald, shimmering with a beautiful sheen.

It is this vibrant water that creates the beautiful mountain, nourishes the flowers and trees, and nourishes my heart.

In early autumn and early autumn, the sun has become less scorching, and the sky is so blue and transparent, as if you can see the outside.

Space. There was a few traces of white hanging in the sky above.

Answer: The clouds, as if they were Van Gogh's oil paintings. The wind is no longer so hot and dry, and walking in the wind feels refreshing and comfortable, and when the wind slowly penetrates into the body, I feel that I have endless strength in my body. Although the tree has lost its former glory, it is also a great pleasure to be able to see the leaves falling one after another in the breeze blowing

The leaves are like fluttering butterflies; Like a leafy flat boat; Like a yellow warbler spreading its wings and flying. Carrying the joy, anger, sorrow and happiness of the tree, it fell suddenly. That scene is enough to make people forget "happy".