In the early morning, the field was covered with a veil-like mist, as if to give the rice the last moisture. The sun came out and it was golden in front of me. The full ears of rice bowed their heads and bent the rice stalks. Dewdrops hung on the rice grains, shining in the sun, like countless pearls. A gust of wind blew, and the rice fluttered with the wind, giving off an "autumn". The field scenery in October is so charming, just like a beautiful picture.

In the early morning, the field was covered with a veil-like mist, as if to give rice the last moisture. The sun came out and it was golden in front of me. The full ears of rice bowed their heads and bent the rice stalks. Dewdrops hung on the rice grains, shining in the sun, like countless pearls. A gust of wind blew, and the rice fluttered with the wind, making a "pleasant sound".

After lunch, it seems that someone is silently directing, old people, young people and children. They all happen to coincide, holding silver sickles, leaving home, rushing to the field and starting to grab the harvest. Sweat flowed on their faces and wet their clothes, and they didn't bother to wipe them. "Click click" rang into one piece and merged into an idyllic symphony. How wonderful and cheerful the sound is! You see, the soybean sticks out its round little head in the pod and looks out, as if enjoying a bumper harvest.

Overnight, all the standing rice slept on the floor like a carpet. This field has become very broad. After two or three days, the rice sleeping on the ground disappeared and turned green. Ah! It turned out to be green wheat leaves, much like a lush grassland. Wheat leaves are long and thin, soft and tender. They suck the crystal rain and dew, scrambling to grow, as if they were taller and faster than anyone else.

There is a hole in front of me. I looked up and saw all kinds of vegetables: red peppers, green vegetables, clustered grass heads ... I pulled out a green vegetable with roots like grandpa's beard and leaves and vegetable handles like pieces of table tennis boards.

What a charming Akita!

Hope to adopt

thank you

People praise colorful spring, but I prefer fruitful autumn.

Autumn is more prosperous than spring; Autumn is more colorful than spring.

On Sunday, I went to the fields in the suburbs to look for the footprints of autumn.

The sky is like a sapphire covering the earth, and the sun is like a pearl embedded in it, emitting soft light.

Poplars lined up neatly on both sides of the road took off their summer clothes and put on their autumn clothes, with green leaves mixed with yellow leaves.

A gust of autumn wind blew, and yellow leaves whirled off the branches, flying in the air like yellow butterflies.

Several wild chrysanthemums beside the tree are in full bloom and swaying in the autumn wind, just like a row of fairies dancing, adding a lot of color to autumn.

On both sides of the road are endless rice fields.

In the field, golden rice, full and heavy, wafted intoxicating fragrance, and rolled golden waves, pushing them to endless distances, like brilliant rosy clouds shaking off in the field.

Huang Chengcheng's millet, with its heavy ears, can't hold back, and it is still shaking hard, as if singing a hymn to the harvest field.

From a distance, the whole paddy field looks like a carpet covered with gold.

In the field, farmers are busy harvesting rice, and their cheerful laughter comes from time to time.

Near the rice field, there is a small field full of tall corn.

They are full of energy, facing the passing autumn wind and whispering, as if quietly conveying the message of harvest.

The crystal clear dew on the leaves suddenly got into the soil, which contributed to the bumper harvest in order to moisten the fertile land at the foot.

The river near the field is crystal clear, but the water is getting colder and colder.

There are a few yellow leaves floating on the water, just like a boat with a few leaves, carrying a few small ants down the river.

In the middle of the river, there are a group of fat white geese flapping their snow-white wings, playing on the water and splashing beautiful water.

The boundaries of rice fields are continuous mountains.

The color of the mountain has turned a little yellow.

The weeds on the mountain set off the golden autumn with their residual green.

Ah! In the autumn fields, under the hard work of farmers, under the nourishment of farmers' hard sweat, and under the embellishment of chrysanthemums competing to open, your tomorrow will be more beautiful and better.

Akita Composition 600 Akita's field scenery in October is so charming, like a beautiful picture. In the early morning, the fields were covered with a gauze-like white fog, as if to give the rice the last moisture. The sun came out, and the rice straw bent with its head down. Dewdrops hung on the rice grains, shining like countless pearls in the sunlight. Golden wheat waves, fragrant autumn chrysanthemums and rich fruits have merged into a natural and interesting harvest picture.

Walking into the field, there is a little bit of rice fragrance blowing on my face in the gentle autumn wind.

Sorghum held up the burning torch, and the rice made golden waves.

Every ear of wheat is a wind chime, which makes a pleasant sound. They hang heavily on the long straw in turn.

The smell of harvest is everywhere in the garden.

Rape flowers bear dense tender pods, and the bright sunshine makes it more golden; Red tomatoes, like a huge ruby, shine with luster, as if wrapped in a layer of Phnom Penh; Cucumber, dressed in armor, is uneven. Take a gentle bite and a cool and delicious taste will be secreted from the tip of your tongue! Corn grains are full, like glowing gold, wrapped in leaves layer by layer; Big and round pumpkins, lazily basking in the sun.

Fruits also compete with vegetables.

A bunch of grapes hung on the vine.

Crystal clear, round and lovely.

Like a string of pearls.

Pears are covered with gold powder, like fine works of art carefully carved with gold.

Persimmons hang on the branches like red lanterns, and they are like bright and dazzling gems.

The autumn fields are picturesque, and the joy of harvest is concentrated here.

I love beautiful autumn, and I love autumn fields even more!

The field composition in autumn is 600 words. Autumn field, autumn girl has arrived, autumn is crisp, geese fly south, row by row, row by row.

White clouds are flying in the blue sky.

I like this golden autumn show, and I prefer the fields in autumn.

Walking on the boulevard leading to the field, I saw that the trees on the roadside had withered and yellow leaves were falling. Yellow leaves are all over the earth, and when you step on them, there will be a "rustling" sound.

Although the grass is yellow, it is full of vitality underground, and it will flourish again next spring.

By the roadside, the leaves of poplar trees slowly fall from the trees like dancing yellow butterflies, and only the leaves of pine and cypress are still so green.

Soon, I came to the field.

Wow, Miss Qiu has already played! Look, Gao Lianghai proudly holds its head high and raises the torch. Qiu Guang is colorful, like a flower bed covered with splendid jewels. Its upright pole, huge red spikes, like drunk, blown by the breeze, huge leaves dancing with the wind, as if waving to people.

Look, a plant is taller than one person.

There is a strong corn on every tree.

Some even have "twins".

Pick any one and peel it off to reveal the golden corn kernels inside. It's really pleasing to the eye.

In the endless fields, the rice is ripe.

It is golden, and looks like a long and wide yellow carpet. At first glance, it is full of intoxicating gold. Under the sunshine, it is more and more dazzling, as if the ground is full of gold.

Wow! No wonder the farmer uncle who cut rice was so happy that he couldn't keep his mouth shut. Looking at this fruitful achievement, who is not happy to blossom! Huh? South of the rice field, what is glistening? Ah, what a big cotton field. Snow-white cotton is like a peach in a gray cotton leaf. No wonder people call them cotton peaches! Chubby cotton peaches spit out clouds of white cotton wool, as soft as cow hair.

Ah! I love this autumn, and I love the golden fields in this autumn.

One morning, I walked through the winding muddy path and saw endless fields in front of me.

From a distance, the blue sky meets the fields, and the deep soil exudes fragrance.

There are abundant grains in the fields all year round.

In spring, fresh and tender bamboo shoots emerge from the soil in droves, looking at this beautiful spring; In summer, the rape blossoms bear seeds, and the eyes of the farmer's uncle are full of joy.

The field took off its golden coat and put on new green clothes; In autumn, Zizania latifolia took a bath by the crystal clear river, accidentally revealing a white and tender little face; In winter, snowflakes fall from the sky, covering the fields with a thick, loose and soft white quilt.

One by one, the vegetables stood proudly, not bent by the snow.

The empty fields are filled with the incomparable fragrance of pods.

Underground, peanuts are densely rooted in the roots.

Beans are wrapped in tender pods, full and tidy ... When the wind blows, crops sway, like a huge undulating cotton weaving, like a green ocean rippling waves, and the movements are so gentle.

Once, I was planting peanuts in the field, and when I was panting, I suddenly saw a cherry tree. Seeing no one, I approached the tree carefully and looked around from time to time.

When I was under the tree, I quickly climbed up the tree and looked at the sweet and sour cherries on the tree. My mouth is watering.

Pick some cherries and put them in your mouth. It tastes sour and sweet.

Inadvertently, I fell from the tree and fell on my knee. I laughed and thought, this is a punishment for stealing other people's food. I will never steal other people's labor again.

Life in the countryside is full of poetry and interest, and the pastoral scenery is beautiful!

The field composition in autumn is 600 words. Autumn field, autumn girl has arrived, autumn is crisp, geese fly south, row by row, row by row.

White clouds are flying in the blue sky.

I like this golden autumn show, and I prefer the fields in autumn.

Walking on the boulevard leading to the field, I saw that the trees on the roadside had withered and yellow leaves were falling. Yellow leaves are all over the earth, and when you step on them, there will be a "rustling" sound.

Although the grass is yellow, it is full of vitality underground, and it will flourish again next spring.

By the roadside, the leaves of poplar trees slowly fall from the trees like dancing yellow butterflies, and only the leaves of pine and cypress are still so green.

Soon, I came to the field.

Wow, Miss Qiu has already played! Look, Gao Lianghai proudly holds its head high and raises the torch. Qiu Guang is colorful, like a flower bed covered with splendid jewels. Its upright pole, huge red spikes, like drunk, blown by the breeze, huge leaves dancing with the wind, as if waving to people.

Look, a plant is taller than one person.

There is a strong corn on every tree.

Some even have "twins".

Pick any one and peel it off to reveal the golden corn kernels inside. It's really pleasing to the eye.

In the endless fields, the rice is ripe.

It is golden, and looks like a long and wide yellow carpet. At first glance, it is full of intoxicating gold. Under the sunshine, it is more and more dazzling, as if the ground is full of gold.

Wow! No wonder the farmer uncle who cut rice was so happy that he couldn't keep his mouth shut. Looking at this fruitful achievement, who is not happy to blossom! Huh? South of the rice field, what is glistening? Ah, what a big cotton field. Snow-white cotton is like a peach in a gray cotton leaf. No wonder people call them cotton peaches! Chubby cotton peaches spit out clouds of white cotton wool, as soft as cow hair.

Ah! I love this autumn, and I love the golden fields in this autumn.

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Through 600 words of vilen's composition, through the fields of spring, through the cold winter, the spring March with flowers and birds is ushered in.

With a brisk pace, I came to the promising spring field.

In the fields of spring, everything comes back to life.

Castle Peak smiles, the earth spits out a new green and blue sky, occasionally a few clouds play here, and the spring water is also singing the jingling spring.

Walking by the lake, several willow trees sway in the wind, and the fluttering branches brush across the calm lake surface, as if waving to people and dancing. Pick a willow tree, weave it into a willow circle, wear it on your head, look at the sparkling lake, and blow a long whistle, which is pleasant and pleasant.

Occasionally, a few wild ducks swim to the lake, and several cruise ships swing around the lake. From time to time, there were bursts of cheerful laughter from the ship.

Spring after rain is more innovative.

The rain dyed the leaves green, making them look greener, and the wind blew, giving them a touch of earth.

Grass absorbs water from the soil and becomes greener, which makes people feel refreshed.

I don't know when, the winter jasmine has quietly bloomed, and the yellow petals exude a faint fragrance.

Grass and winter jasmine play naughtily and become stronger and greener.

There are hundreds of bees and butterflies buzzing here.

The birds on the branches also sang crisp songs, which were melodious and beautiful, and the echoes in the sky curled up.

A year's plan lies in spring, which is a season full of hope and a season of sowing hope.

Sow in spring and harvest in autumn. Farmers' uncles are working hard in the fields with their eyes closed. I seem to see their smiling faces full of harvest joy in autumn.

Spring is a vibrant season, and every family, old and young, men and women, old and young, goes out for activities.

Kites are flying in the air, children are running on the ground, and adults are full of energy and stretching their bodies in the fields in spring, making their bodies and minds free and carefree.

Walking through the fields in spring, I was intoxicated by the spring breeze.

Write an autumn composition in the form of "spring" in 600 words. Autumn has arrived, and the fields are full of harvest.

I came to Tanobe, a low field, where the rice was ripe and golden, as if someone had spread a thick layer of gold on the ground.

The autumn wave shakes the ear of rice, making the heavy ear of rice swing rhythmically, as if the golden mountain is sliding.

Wind and waves are like moving music.

There is also a cornfield next to the rice field.

Ah! Corn grows well.

One by one, the corn cob is dressed as a lively and lovely fat doll.

They took off their green coats and put on yellow cotton gowns, scrambling to lean out their small yellow heads as if they were smiling at me.

The soybeans here are ripe, too Pieces of soybeans shook their pods and gave a loud laugh.

Some pods cracked and soybeans jumped out of them.

Want to see the outside world.

The vegetable garden in autumn is another scene.

I came to the vegetable garden to have a look. This is a complete variety.

There are tomatoes, peppers, eggplant ... tomatoes are covered with red gauze, all like blushing little girls.

Yo! Look, those lovely little peppers; Red is like fire, hidden under the green branches and leaves, like a beautiful girl holding a fan to shade the sun.

Purple eggplant hung on the branches in a purple robe. From a distance, he looks like an arrogant scholar! Ah! The fields in autumn are really charming! Hope to adopt

Write a short article about Akita in about 600 words. The field scenery in October is so charming, just like a beautiful picture. In the early morning, the field was covered with a layer of gauze-like white fog, as if to give rice the last moisture. When the sun came out, it was golden, and the full ears of rice bowed their heads and bent the rice stalks. Dewdrops hung on the rice grains and sparkled in the sun.

The field scenery in October is so charming, just like a beautiful picture. In the early morning, it was white and foggy, like a layer of gauze fog hanging over the field, as if to give the rice the last moisture. The sun came out, and the rice straw bent with its head down. Dewdrops hung on the rice grains, shining in the sun, shining like countless pearls. A gust of wind blows, rice

After lunch, it seems that someone is silently directing, old people, young people and children. They all happen to coincide, holding silver sickles, leaving home, rushing to the field and starting to grab the harvest. Sweat flowed on their faces and wet their clothes, and they didn't bother to wipe them. "Click click" rang into one piece and merged into an idyllic symphony. How wonderful and cheerful the sound is! You see, the soybean sticks out its round little head from the pod and looks out, as if enjoying a bumper harvest. All the standing meals slept on the ground all night, like laying a carpet. This field has become very broad. After two or three days, the rice sleeping on the ground disappeared and turned green. Ah! It turned out to be green wheat leaves, much like a lush grassland. Wheat leaves are long and thin, soft and tender. They suck the crystal rain and dew, scrambling to grow as if they were the tallest and fastest. There is a hole in front of me. I went up and saw all kinds of vegetables there: red peppers, green vegetables, grass heads surrounded by others ... I pulled out a green vegetable and hoped it would be adopted by him. Thank you. ...

Colour a 600-word composition for the field where the cold wind and frost whizzed past the horizon; When the earth slowly fades its colorful colors; When the bird's joyful voice turns into a broken whine! I heard that the footsteps of winter are creeping through Yuan Ye! In winter, when the field is the most desolate and lonely, I want to hug it! Even in the season when the cold wind is raging and the cold rain is oblique! Look! That big tree in the field is so independent! Although the strong wind has bent the branches to one side, its strong branches are still tall and straight and refuse to yield! The curved trunk is announcing its weather-beaten sorrow! And those red leaves that struggle to hang on the branches, but still can't change the fate of falling, are beautiful enough to talk about the ruthlessness of wind and rain! Although I can't see the churning of the wheat waves, although I can't hear the laughter and laughter during harvesting, the small crowded wheat stubble can still clearly remember the songs during harvesting! The smell of haystacks in the field is like the smell of ears of grain! When we are busy, how can we take a walk in this winter field? Although Xinrong's spring flowers and autumn fruits are gone, the biting cold wind and rain also make people cringe! But who can say that it is not the most appropriate artistic conception to quietly experience the joy of harvest in the headwind and deeply understand the pursuit of tomorrow in the predicament? In fact, winter will not be all withered colors!

Autumn is a door, which Miss Autumn quietly opened when people were not paying attention.

Miss Qiu is a magician sent by heaven. Every season, she will show people her magical power.

In order to show her magic, she changed the color of the earth in one breath: the fields turned golden, look! Golden ears of wheat dance with the wind, just like a golden ocean.

The farmer's uncle wiped the sweat on his face and showed a happy smile.

Ginkgo trees turn yellow, and yellow leaves are like handfuls of small fans, helping us drive away the summer heat! Red is given to the maple tree, look! The red maple leaves are like bright five-pointed stars.

How lovely orange and red are! This is for the fruit trees.

Oranges are covered with branches, like little golden suns.

Apple blushed with joy, just like our smiling face. These delicious fruits make our mouths water.

I really want to thank Miss Qiu. She adds so many rich colors to autumn that I really want to keep her.

Because as long as we keep her, we can keep this beautiful autumn picture! As long as we keep her, we can keep the happy smiling face of the peasant uncle.

As long as we keep her, we can keep the happiness and satisfaction of these greedy cats.

Miss magic autumn, will you stop going? ! Autumn is not as beautiful and fragrant as spring; There are not so many small creatures singing in summer; Not as beautiful as winter.

However, it is the most beautiful in my heart.

Although autumn is not as gorgeous as spring, it has a unique color-red.

Maple leaves only blush in autumn. Seen from a distance, they are as red as the morning glow, and all the mountains are dyed red.

When the wind blows, maple leaves float down like red snow.

So people can enjoy it.

Although there are not so many small creatures in autumn as in summer, the scenery of fallen leaves in autumn is much better than them.

When the wind blows, the leaves fall with the wind, and there is always a sound, as if to tell everyone loudly: "Who said there are no butterflies in autumn?" Am I not? How about it? Beautiful! "Although there is no white clothes in winter in autumn, its orange clothes are also good! And it's much warmer than that white skirt in winter.

Autumn also has many unique features.

In autumn, plants seem to be rushing to the barber shop.

Some people may ask, "Why do they go to the barber shop?" Dye your hair, of course. They should also follow the fashion! In autumn, osmanthus trees are in full bloom, so that people far away can smell the intoxicating fragrance.

In autumn, it will make the farmers' uncles very happy, because the grain and fruit they have worked so hard to grow have been harvested.

Wow, the thought of my favorite green orange makes my mouth water.

Autumn is a season that I miss. The fallen leaves in the yard and my thoughts piled up in a thick pile, but the full rice made the world in my heart happier.

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