Excellent composition in autumn 1 Render a magnificent picture with the simplest pigments.
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Close your eyes slightly and listen to the rustling sound in your ears. This is autumn leaves falling to the ground.
Autumn leaves, all autumn leaves. Autumn leaves under the tree are like carpets, and the autumn leaves on the tree are crumbling, which can be described as "golden autumn everywhere". Autumn is always a mixed season.
For Huang Ye, this is a grand and dull funeral, a huge funeral with thousands of leaves, but no one cares. This is the most perfect ending.
For trees that will become forests one day, this is a baptism like wind and clouds. In this world of falling leaves, it has washed away all the lead and faded the high spirits of spring and summer, and it will accumulate strength for the coming year with the deepest attitude.
For an idle bystander like me, this is a feast of visual and spiritual appreciation. In this bleak autumn wind, I flew to the first frost and performed a thrilling game. I use my eyes to appreciate this magical color and my heart to feel this unique charm!
The ancients once said, "Better die than die", but I don't think so. If you stand under an evergreen tree all the year round and enjoy the "color of Qingcheng Mountain" for a long time, let alone autumn, maybe you can't even tell Xia Dong in spring. For this charming autumn color, golden leaves and maple leaves dyed by the forest may not stand out, but the green leaves above the cold autumn wind are refreshing.
Careful observation of the surrounding green trees and a black iron tree, I found that their leaves have the same deep characteristics. All the year round, they face all the storms with a deep attitude; It is also deep, the depth of green leaves exudes a kind of vitality, and the depth of yellow leaves is mixed with a kind of sadness in the dead silence. Whether it is the breeding flame in summer or the freezing three feet in winter, they will always be "face-deadpan". In an instant, a touch of rich color suddenly jumped into the pupil and was hidden in the dense green bushes. The red flower is so enchanting that it gives people a feeling that "the frost leaves are redder than the February flowers", but in my opinion, it is better than the frost leaves in the poem!
Approaching the fine appreciation, it is even more amazing: bright red petals, as if watered with the thickest and brightest red pigment in the world, have become the only red god in the world; Her petals are more like "leaves" than "petals". Fine lines spread from the bottom of petals to the top of petals, and the shape is the same as that of ordinary leaves. If it is not bright red, it may not be recognized as a "flower"; Although it looks like a leaf, the difference is that the bottom of the petal is concave inward, outlining a beautiful and enchanting flower!
It's getting louder and louder. It's time to bid farewell to this boundless autumn scenery!
For this innocent autumn, I would like to sink forever!
Although autumn is not as delicate as spring, it is not as cool as summer and as white as winter. But I like autumn, just like the shining asteroids in the Milky Way, and the memories of autumn colors.
Accompanied by autumn, I sat alone in the unique maple leaf. The leaves are like five fingers, and their colors are: vermilion and crimson; I put the maple leaf in front of my nose, and the smell came from my nose, which made me feel happy. Looking at it, I suddenly remembered a famous sentence: "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers"!
The earth put on a golden sweater, and yellow poplar leaves and bright maple leaves fell down, as if several colorful butterflies were flying in the air. Although the frost came, Grandpa Song Qing still wore a green robe and looked greener. Chrysanthemums in the garden are in full bloom, red as fire, pink as chardonnay and white as snow, which is beautiful. All the leaves on the persimmon tree have fallen, but the persimmons in Huang Chengcheng are still hanging on their fingers, like orange lanterns of all sizes. Red begonia walking on the branches of the road. When I saw Qiuju, I thought that "Qiuju can be Ao Shuang, and the wind and frost are heavy." This performance is cold-resistant, what can I do with wind and frost? Grandpa Chen Yi wrote: "When the relentless wind and frost came, the colorful flowers in the past had withered. Chrysanthemum stands in the wind and frost, facing the autumn wind, with colorful flowers and "three friends in the cold" as companions. I like autumn chrysanthemum.
This is Qiuju, strong Qiuju, beautiful Qiuju. You taught us to be brave and persistent: you told us not to give in to difficulties. We love you forever-Qiuju!
Beautiful autumn colors, my memories impact my eyes again, ah, beautiful autumn colors, ah, autumn memories!
The mellow and crisp sound of the piano is matched with the softness of the orchestral strings, and the early autumn is slowly painted with a little gold. With the increase of the piano sound, the sound of orchestral music is also high, and autumn is here! Before long, the string mix slowly softened, and several sounds overlapped, as if hearing a slight crack when the dead branches were broken. It is very light, very light, and it is going to sink with it. The branches are covered with harvested fruits. What appears in front of you is a series of smooth tone symbols, which sounds like a stroke (a way of playing the piano, you can scrape the piano from high to low with your thumb, or you can use your index finger and middle finger). I think the peak of passion should be the happiest smile on the farmer's face!
I like the memories of autumn, and I love the pictures of those memories.
The strings of the orchestra quietly left the scene, the sound of the piano returned to the original melody, and the fingers touched the keys gently, just at the end. Memories of autumn.
Autumn has come and the leaves are yellow; There are many fallen leaves, and swallows come; The weather is getting cold and the fruit is ripe! Cicada also retired from the tree.
The most beautiful autumn girl in the four seasons, inadvertently quietly flew to the earth. She brought the fruits of the harvest to hardworking farmers and changed clothes for the earth. Let chrysanthemum take over lotus's class. Her arrival once again gave our mother, the earth, new clothes and new atmosphere, and also brought coolness to the earth.
I left home and went out for a walk, looking for Miss Qiu's footsteps.
I came to the park first. Miss Qiu came here. She replaced the blooming lotus flowers in the pond with chrysanthemums in the flower beds. Chrysanthemum is the messenger of autumn. Look! Chrysanthemums are really colorful, including yellow, white, purple, blue and pink ... some are full of flowers, some are in bud, some are in full bloom, so beautiful! They seem to be competing in the draft! They are all scrambling to shake their bodies with the wind, for fear that I won't see them!
I came to the orchard again, and Miss Qiu was there. She turned the small flowers on the tree into numerous fruits. On the persimmon tree, the big red persimmon is coated with a thick layer of lipstick, like a red lantern hanging on the persimmon tree. On the orange tree, oranges are very attractive! Standing in the distance, you can smell the fragrance of oranges; On the apple tree, there are big red apples. In the tree, you squeeze me, I touch you and shake it, which makes people want to take a bite. On the vine, clusters of purple-green grapes are full of fruits, and each one is crystal clear! Huh? What is that smell? Smells so good? Following the fragrance, I came to a pear forest. There are so many pear trees that there are naturally many pears on them. They are all from Huang Chengcheng, just like little bells! I think the pears harvested this year must be very sweet!
Out of the orchard, I came to the field again. Miss Qiu must have been here too. She turned the green field into a golden ocean. Everything is golden. Huh? What is that? Take a closer look! Oh! It turns out that this is a piece of corn in Huang Chengcheng, and the lines on the corn skewers are very full and delicate! Wow! There is golden rice, it has heavy rice, and they all bend down like grandpa!
Ah! Autumn is so beautiful! In fact, Miss Qiu has been to many places! As long as you pay attention to observation, you can also find her footprints!
What fascinates me most in the countryside is the charming autumn.
In the morning, under the fresh air and blue sky, birds sing sweet songs to announce to people: It's another crisp autumn day! The warm sunshine sprinkled on the fields, and the endless wheat fields were changed into dazzling golden yellow new clothes. Every rice stalk is covered with full ears, and several crystal dewdrops are hung on it. Occasionally, a few people walk in the field and see full ears of rice, all smiling faces.
At noon, many farmers ate a few mouthfuls in a hurry, shouldered sickles and bamboo baskets, and rushed to harvest in the scorching sun. The weather is not as cool as in the morning, and the birds are listless. In the afternoon, the children ran out of the house. Under the maple and ginkgo trees, the girls picked up fiery red maple leaves and golden ginkgo leaves and treasured them in books. The boys jumped into the cold water to play. The joyful laughter melted in the air and floated across the village.
In the evening, the golden red sunset is bright and slowly setting. A magnificent sunset appeared on the horizon. The color is getting stronger and stronger, and the red light of the fire cloud hits my face, and other dreamy colors are mixed in. The colors of sky blue, fiery red and light purple are getting stronger and stronger. Clouds are changeable in color and shape, and light and floating are intertwined. Looking up, the glow reflected the colorful sunset glow and suddenly disappeared on the horizon. Smoke rose from the kitchen in the village.
After dinner, the adults chatted in groups of three and five and took a walk in the field path. The children sneaked out and got together again. The boys shouted and went to the grass to pounce on some crickets. A robot, the cricket fainted on the ground, and when they woke up, they happily fought with the cricket. The girls proudly took out their collected leaves and chatted aside. Some shared their own melon seeds, some carefully pinned a beautiful leaf on their heads, and some smiled and cheered for the boys.
At night. The pale yellow moon floated and gave off a soft light. It's foggy. The moonlight becomes hazy, and there is also a hazy moon in the clear stream. The scene is really touching. The village was silent. In the grass, the music played by crickets slowly sounded. Gently, sweetly, gently, this is the most sincere blessing from crickets.
In the countryside, what fascinates me most is autumn; In the countryside, the most fascinating thing is autumn!
The green plants on the roadside become many-hued, one yellow, one green and one red. These colors were twisted into a rope, and the car climbed up the rope in a hurry like a man.
My eyes often swim around in the green belt on the side, and the green belt sticks to my eyes and lengthens my sight. And the variegated colors in the vision are dazzling, and the most wonderful thing is yellow.
Yellow gives people a different feeling: gold is the most beautiful. The color of the sun mixed with yellow is golden, just like picking a sunset glow and blooming in front of your eyes. There is also light yellow, which is a delicate tone, which is the color of new shoots. You think, in the autumn when the trees are dying, there are new buds dotted with charming colors. Why don't you cherish them? Usually yellow is the color that green leaves show when they are transformed, that is, they wither because of their water evaporation. This is like a person's expression, from which you will read a trace of sadness and desolation. If it loses water and turns yellow, there is only a crumpled leaf like tissue paper, curled up, not the shape of the leaf, but it will be peeled off by the wind at any time. At this time, the color of the leaves darkens, adding red dots or black.
Modal can be read in leaf color. From a new leaf to its discoloration and finally withering on the branches, this is actually only a short experience in spring, summer and autumn.
At this time, looking at the color of the green belt all the way is like looking back on the life of vegetation, and I can't help feeling.
Autumn is the most charming. Like spring, there are some scattered greens in the general gray, which will make you feel fresh and refreshed. In summer, all the green is spread out, and the whole world is thrown into this green lake, which always feels monotonous.
In this autumn, what you see at this time is completely different: the sky is so blue and so far away. You need to decorate one or two clouds, otherwise the blue will be too rampant. Clouds, pure white, are painted on a blue background, just like flowers. When the line of sight is drooping, color trees are installed. Yellow leaves are falling like rain, and my heart is already wet. However, the degree of yellow comes out separately, so every modality comes into view, and the aesthetics inspired by it are also very different. The diversity of life is also reflected in autumn leaves. Underground, the grass has faded, and the leaves are like eyebrows. I don't know who closed his eyes and couldn't bear to see this bare land.
I think autumn is calmer and I like it. Autumn pears are rich in fruit, and I'm not a farmer, so I'm not interested in harvesting. I like autumn, not because it is the season when fruits are fragrant. On the contrary, it is the least important branches and leaves, which often cause feelings and aesthetics. For example, a painter always chooses the branches of Qu Qu and embellishes them with scattered flowers and leaves. This is a special aesthetic, which requires a special vision.
This car carried me all the way. My soul is also lost all the way, attached to trees and flowers. What I can get back is about the aesthetics of variegated colors.
The wind is blowing, the leaves are flying like rain, and the ground is golden. The wind chimes in front of the window rang gently, and the memory of autumn in my heart overflowed.
A fallen leaf falls gently and falls on my head. Grandpa wiped it for me and said with a smile, "It's autumn. Yingying, do you want to hear the story of autumn? " "good!" We sat on Grandpa's big cane chair, listening to Grandpa's hoarse and gentle voice. Time seemed to stand still, only the autumn leaves were blown by the wind, rustling like a flute.
At that time, I was young and lived in my hometown with my grandfather. Every autumn, the village is golden and fragrant. Grandpa loves me very much. I want to pick flowers in the mountains, so he will accompany me. In the end, I will carry my tired back and walk all the way down the mountain in the dusty sunset. I want to catch crickets, so grandpa takes a flashlight and looks for the gentle voice in the grass on autumn night with me, often stained with autumn dew; On rainy days, when I can't go out to play, my grandfather holds me in front of the door and counts the raindrops dripping from the eaves. Tick-tock, it falls in my heart.
There used to be a troupe in the village, and both my grandfather and I liked to watch it. A small and exquisite wind chime was tied to the eaves of the front door of the theater, and the wind blew gently. I like it wholeheartedly and want it very much. When the troupe was leaving, grandpa went to negotiate with the courtyard, and the dean agreed, but made an offer, because the wind chimes were made by craftsmen. Grandpa sold it to me without saying anything. I held the wind chime and kept laughing. Grandpa is very diligent, but he has always been willing to give up for me.
At night, a cool breeze blows gently, and the stars are reflected on the water. Fireflies are flying in mid-air and frogs are singing by the pool. On a quiet autumn night, grandpa and I played together. He grinned and held out his hand and said, "I'm a big tiger!" " You are a rabbit! "I let out a cry and quickly broke free from grandpa's arms, laughing as he ran, and grandpa got up and chased me. An old man and a young man ran around the yard several times, and my grandfather couldn't catch up with me. Tired, I snuggled up in my grandfather's arms and looked at the stars, the moon and the lights everywhere quietly. The breeze is soft and falls on me with autumn.
"Silver candle cold painting screen, light luo small fan flapping fireflies. Day and night are as cool as water, sitting on morning glory and weaving stars. "
Grandpa whispered, and I looked into his kind eyes and asked, "What is a silver candle? Candles made of silver? So why burn it? " Grandpa laughed loudly: "You will understand when you are older."
Late at night, I was sleepy. Grandpa carried me into the house and tucked me in until I closed my eyes. The autumn night was quiet, and everyone who cared about each other fell asleep.
In the morning, the autumn is crisp and the sky is blue. I went to play with my partner. My neighbor gave me two Osmanthus Jelly. After I ate one piece, I gave another piece to my grandfather. He smiled, ate slowly, touched my head and said, "Yingying has grown up."
The picture was hazy, and I realized there were tears in my eyes. Yes, I haven't been back to visit grandpa for a long time. I planned the time, listening to the wind chimes in the autumn wind, and the autumn scenery outside the window was as dim as a brilliant one. In this most beautiful season, I hope the autumn wind can take away my thoughts, song for you.
When I get up in the morning, the sunshine in half a yard is shallow, warm and beautiful.
I like the sunny, clear, refreshing and bright sunshine after the rain, which gives people a good mood.
The autumn wind blew away yesterday's gloom and the rain on the ground, and rose petals and pomegranate leaves were blown all over the yard. Pink petals, green leaves, scattered together, very beautiful, people can not bear to step on their feet, but also can not bear to sweep away. Even the naughty dog sat quietly at my feet. The wind blowing through the courtyard wall made pomegranate branches tremble like they were afraid of the cold, and Huang Liang's leaves fluttered up and down gently with the wind, scattered all over the floor in bits and pieces. This pomegranate tree is over ten years old. When I first planted it, it was as thick as a little finger. Now it has five branches and six branches. It is a big tree. Flowers in May filled the branches and burned the yard red; Autumn is full of red fruits, which makes me intoxicated; Now the yellow leaves are flying and autumn is beautiful.
Petunias on the branches, with sparse flowers, clear speakers and self-protection, are even more petite and lovely in this autumn morning breeze. Morning glory, I like it best. When planted in spring and in summer, vines covered every corner of the courtyard wall, which was full of gloomy green, and some climbed the wall and brought the green to the balcony on the second floor. Delicate flowers bloom in the morning sun every day and wither in the afternoon sun. The flowering period has been sporadic in May until now. July, August and September are the heyday of flowers. I can't tell you how beautiful they are. Green leaves, blue vines and blue purple powder speakers are equally beautiful. Facing the repeated sunshine in the morning, thin, gold, light and small flowers are so intoxicating. The withered rose petals are gently blown off by the wind from time to time, and the faint fragrance of flowers is also scattered with the petals. There are many roses in the yard, yellow, purple and white. Only this pink flower is the most beautiful and bright. From spring to autumn, flowers bloom continuously (it's too cold in winter for many buds to bloom). Although autumn is cold, I still try my best to bloom every month, not for the sun, autumn wind and autumn rain in autumn, but for my own beauty. Withered branches, shriveled leaves, selflessly reduce nutrition, only for each bud to finally bloom.
Facing the autumn wind in the morning, efforts, charm, scattering and fragrance are all so speechless. There are green vegetables in the corner of the yard, tender and green. Pick a few boiled dishes every day, which is beautiful. Those cherry tomatoes are also covered with green fruits and will mature in a few days. That kind of sweet and sour, that kind of delicate little red fruit, it is very attractive to think about it. I went to Qiu Lai again in spring, and the yard became autumn again. It's autumn, but the yard is not cold. It is autumn, and the yard is still so warm. I think there is love, no matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, the warmth and beauty of the yard are still there.
The girl in autumn came quietly, dressed in gold, with light steps. On the morning of late autumn, I stood at the window and looked out through the blue glass. The gauze-like mist makes me feel soft and mysterious. That maple forest looks so lovely and lively, just like a vibrant sun, radiating light and heat, so soft, it's really "parking in the maple forest late, frosty leaves are red and February flowers"! A gust of autumn wind blows, and the dew on the leaves refracts sunlight into various colors and flashes. Autumn wind blows colorful leaves and dances in the forest like butterflies. It is really interesting! Look at the blooming chrysanthemums, which bloom unexpectedly. They stretch their beautiful waists, hold their heads high and enjoy the tenderness and sweetness of the sunshine, which is very touching.
The beautiful white chrysanthemums poked their heads out, the claw chrysanthemums that refused to admit defeat danced, and the graceful dahlias smiled at them politely and squeezed each other, scrambling to find lovely faces from the waves of green leaves. It's like a group of beautiful little girls hugging each other affectionately, laughing and slapping. Look at the mountain over there. Sorghum is drunk. It was a piece of red sea, which covered half the sky. It is associated with Xia Guang and burns like a flame. In the field, corn lined up to welcome them, with their mouths cracked. They are the ones who laugh the loudest. The apples hung their heads and turned red. They hurried through the leaves and covered their red faces. They were embarrassed to say thank you, but the thick-skinned grapefruit kept talking, and even Uncle Qiu was embarrassed.
Miss Qiu changed a yellow dress for Brother orange, and Brother orange jumped for joy. The branches are bent. Farmers' uncles are busy in the orchard, but they all smile from ear to ear. Miss Qiu came to the rice field and painted on the rice with a brush. A mischievous yellowbird flew by, knocked over the paint box, dyed it yellow and grinned. The cool autumn wind blew away the bitterness and sweat of the farmer's uncle; In autumn, the mountains look brand-new and put on golden red clothes; The fields and orchards in autumn are very lively and the crops are mature; The autumn sunset welcomes tomorrow with hope!
The excellent composition in autumn 9 "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, the frost leaves are red in February flowers", describing autumn. I like autumn, and the impression she gives me is always beautiful.
The hateful summer is gone, but he makes the lovely autumn hot and cold. I just got up in the morning, opened the window and got ready for the breeze. Who knows that a cold wind is blowing on my face, "psst!" My upper and lower teeth are trembling with cold. "It may be very cold today!" I said. Hey! The autumn in Pingli this year is really interesting. It's too cold. The leaves on both sides of the road are still green, and there are still a few drops of dew on the green leaves, which are more charming than the tears of girls. Autumn at noon changed its face and the sun was high in the sky. How can it be half an autumn? Makes me a little suspicious that Pingli Town is back in summer. On the streets, roads and schools, people are sweating and complaining bitterly: "The autumn tiger is coming! "How can the leaves be yellow in such a hot autumn? How to open chrysanthemums? Unconsciously, people hate autumn a little, but in my eyes, autumn is like a naughty and lovely child, crying makes people feel distressed and noisy. Cho, she's so cute.
To be honest, I have to admire Qiu. She is a great painter with superb skills, and both Leonardo da Vinci and Van Gogh will be eclipsed in front of her. Her brush is wonderful. Draw a few strokes on the osmanthus tree, and it will be full of fragrant osmanthus. She came outside the city and painted it on the field, which was stained with gold; She picked up several bottles of colored paints and scattered them all over the floor like an orchard. All kinds of fruits ring bells. There is always a golden sun in the sky at noon. Maybe people forgot the heat and went to harvest crops. In cities and villages, autumn wind bursts. Without rain, I always feel a little bleak, which makes Pingli look dignified and quiet.
Suddenly, at the moment when the students finished school, it began to rain. Autumn rain is not so gentle as spring rain, nor so turbulent as summer rain. It gives people a natural harmony. The leaves rustle and the wind gently blows off the red leaves. On the road, on the street, on campus, you see, piece by piece, piece by piece, leaves converge into a ribbon. In the autumn rain, my whole body's pores opened my mouth, looking forward to the sweet rain. Autumn rain not only washed my body, but also purified my soul, reminding me of a sentence by writer Liu Zhanqiu, "If you have that kind of happiness, autumn rain during the day will not be boring. You will only feel higher and deeper, let the cold raindrops purify your soul, and you will definitely look forward to a cleaner and more beautiful land after an autumn rain. "
How beautiful you are in autumn; Qiu, you are really something. Qiu, how lovely you are.
10 Autumn has arrived, and our campus has been surrounded by thick autumn. The smell of autumn is everywhere.
As soon as I entered the campus gate, the first thing I saw was a watering pond. Several small water polo surrounded the most conspicuous big water polo, and all the water polo popped out of the golden tube. There are more than a dozen small fish swimming freely under the duckweed leaves in this pond, playing with each other, just like children of several years old. The pond is surrounded by colorful flowers, including light brown chrysanthemums, white chrysanthemums and fake red flowers. Even the gap between them is dotted with green grass and pink and purple morning glory. I often see some small classmates here, including many of my good friends, who gather around the pond surrounded by flowers and talk about these beautiful flowers and lovely fish while enjoying them. Around the pond, children's laughter is often accompanied by lilac campus.
There are two exhibition windows arranged at a 90-degree angle in front of the pond. Under the exhibition window, there are two rows of colorful golden oranges and bright red string red neatly. Students will occasionally bend over or squat down, while looking at the items displayed in the display window, smelling the flowers and watching their beautiful posture. On the left side of the exhibition window stands a cluster of chrysanthemums, which is not the most conspicuous, but it is different from other chrysanthemums. Only its flowers are "high above" to show off the golden blood flowers. These chrysanthemums have different shapes. Some turn their heads inward like shy girls, as if they don't want to be seen by others; Some stick out, but roll in at the tips of petals; Others are bold, simply letting the petals extend straight to the head to form a huge garden that blooms like fireworks.
There are all kinds of trees around the big playground, and there are white lilacs beside the leadership desk. There are tall and straight pines and cypresses and winding lilacs in front of the west building. Last year, several pomegranate trees were transplanted here, and now they have grown fiery red pomegranates, which add a lot of atmosphere to the campus like little red lanterns. There is a small forest at the top of the big playground. There are young trees nearly 2 meters high in the forest. Perhaps the tallest tree belongs to the poplar, leaving a large shade for this tree. On the edge of the steps where the big playground meets the small playground, there is a tall, thick and straight plus sun. There is also a rubber tree no more than two meters. Its leaves are so oily and green, and there is such tenacity. Even in the small yard behind the school, there are still two or three locust trees growing. Shadows on the small playground are also indispensable. Sophora japonica is at the exit of the new building, and its crown forms a natural shade, shielding the students who are practicing jumping in the bunker from the sun.
From time to time, there is an autumn wind blowing into the classroom with cool autumn, blowing across our cheeks, making us feel the comfort brought by autumn.
Autumn in Beijing came very late this year. In the past, it should be covered with different shades of yellow. But now we are still accompanied by the green that has existed since spring: light green, oily green, bright green, dark green, light green ... endless green, everything. Students study and play in this bright color. Let students relax and have a more pleasant mood to learn knowledge.
I love my school.