Autumn is a beautiful season. Let's describe it with our pens! The following is what I collected for you. I believe these words will be helpful to you. ?

: Song of Autumn

Everything in autumn is not revived in spring, and everything is competing for beauty; There is no scorching sun in summer, and the heat is unbearable; There is no snow and ice in winter. She is a hot and cold season, people have not paid attention to her deliberately, and she has not asked for anything from nature, but has dedicated everything to herself and performed colorful autumn hymns!

Autumn pictures in the mountains

Autumn belongs to the mountains. Autumn provides a stage for all things in nature to display. They have experienced the torment of summer and quietly wait for the arrival of this colorful season. This is a big exhibition hall next to spring. You see, the maple tree is wearing a red shirt, reflecting the whole mountain as red as fire, full of * * * and vitality; Not to be outdone, the wild chrysanthemum also showed its "housekeeping skills", becoming charming and enchanting, but slightly sad. The petals were condensed like crystal tears, which made people recall the past. Pine trees are unique and unique on this stage, and they are still new green, as if they are too lazy to change clothes. And the grass on the hillside, which has turned yellow, seems to put a golden coat on the mountain. Everything, everything, is so beautiful! I naturally want to enjoy this beautiful picture. Walking in the mountains, my eyes were dyed orange, and the autumn wind in Xu Lai made me feel particularly relaxed and happy. The fallen leaves around me, like whispering to me, I feel like I am melting in this autumn picture of mountain residence, in this red, yellow and green eyeful.

A harvest hymn

Autumn belongs to farmers. After winter and summer, after hard farming, those farmers who bent down to hoe the ground all day and dedicated themselves to the land finally ushered in the gift of nature. Autumn, the messenger, let the seeds grow in the soil, which paid off in this season. The smiling face of the red apple after a long absence; The fragrance of pear makes people can't wait to take a bite. Rice filled the barn, wheat turned into golden beads, and sorghum also donated its precious rubies to hard-working farmers. Farmers who have a little leisure are also happy to wander around the mountains, and the rustling leaves are like congratulations on this festive day, singing a harvest hymn! I also seem to see the place where the fields twinkle in the moonlight, which is the sweat of hard work and the tears of harvest joy!

Smell feasts again and again

Autumn belongs to fragrance. Autumn is full of fruit fragrance, full of poetry, which makes people deeply attached. I am intoxicated in this fragrant environment of osmanthus; Gently approach the chrysanthemum and smell the intoxicating fragrance; There is also the sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance that can be smelled ten miles away. There is also a lot of elegance, many beautiful and unknown flowers, immersed in it, enjoying the feast of smell again and again, adding a fragrance to the autumn air. I seem to see people living under the blue sky, singing and rejoicing for the arrival of this autumn ...

Tagore said, "Let life be as gorgeous as summer flowers and death as beautiful as autumn leaves." I naturally can't understand the philosophy of a generation of great men, but in autumn, I am deeply intoxicated, deeply enjoyed, deeply sang, and let my thoughts travel far ...?

: Autumn

There is a season that can touch the feelings of the world and stir the hearts of wanderers. Pieces of fallen leaves, yellow flowers, westerly winds and drizzle.

autumn always exaggerates the poetry that has been brewing for one spring and one summer.

Nostalgia in Autumn

From Jia Jian in the Book of Songs in the pre-Qin Dynasty to Qiu Ci by Liu Yuxi in the Tang Dynasty; From Fan Zhongyan's "Stuffing Qiu Lai with Different Scenery" to * * *' s "Independent Cold Autumn, Going to the North of Xiangjiang River". Generations of literati have left countless beautiful poems about autumn. Some of them are heroic, some are sad, some are bright, some are gloomy ... < P > The same autumn presents a different charm in the poets' works.

"Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn waves, cold smoke on the waves", I yearn for such a scenery. What kind of artistic conception is this?

"The tall buildings are eager for dusk, and it is raining on the plane leaves." Countless leaves of Chinese parasol trees are filled with rustling autumn rain, and they keep overflowing. Overflow autumn pool, desolate and deserted. In the same autumn rain, I don't know how many literati are touched by the scene, completely ignoring that they have been drenched. Yes, it is the autumn rain that connects people's emotions, and it is a thousand miles away.

thinking in autumn

autumn is very careful, for fear of awakening people's dreams of summer vacation.

the steps are light, only a little cool.

stepping on the leaves all over the road, blowing the bone-piercing wind, looking up, listening to the fragrant orchard in the distance, and then issuing the clarion call. . . Stepping on the rocks and climbing high, I often imagine that the trees are in autumn and the mountains are shining, standing alone on the summit, and my heart is ups and downs, suddenly remembering: "I don't know who will fall in Qiu Si tonight." Suddenly remembered: "wait till the Mountain Holiday, I am coming again in chrysanthemum time."

a little drizzle falls from the air. Densely hit the face, pat into the heart, but did not dilute the intoxicating poetry sent by the autumn wind.

The unique rhyme of autumn withered

Autumn's masterpiece is the autumn leaves, which are the best, and she is full of autumn vicissitudes.

You can see dead leaves anytime and anywhere when you wander through the streets and alleys in autumn. This is the autumn pessimist. Pick up a leaf at will, blow off the cobwebs with your mouth, and pat the dust off with your hands, and you can see a haggard and yellow face.

autumn leaves are not a sign of autumn decline. Everything in the world has life. The leaves in spring wither in autumn, but next spring will be full of trees. Besides, dead leaves also have a charm.

although the leaves are dry, the color is still there. Although the leaves are dry, the color has not completely faded. Shallow yellow and fierce red are reflected in people's eyes without reservation and printed in people's hearts.

chapped leaves with clear veins. Rub it gently with your hand, and the feeling of "shalala" passes through your fingers and enters your mind, leaving a deep imprint.

Autumn is emotional. How can it be unreasonable to travel thousands of miles to autumn rain?

autumn is intoxicating, so how can you not be intoxicating when you are feeling at the peak of independence?

autumn is vicissitudes of life, and the ground is yellow and piled up. How can it not be vicissitudes of life?

who can say that autumn is better than spring?

: colorful autumn leaves

autumn is breezy. Autumn leaves are in various forms and have an indescribable and unique beauty.

Loquat leaves rarely seem to wither in autumn. The falling leaves are like a flat boat and a book without words. On the reverse side of the leaf, there is a layer of fine, furry white fluff, and when it is scraped gently, some white crumbs will fall down. Gently, as soft as catkins. The leaves that have already lost moisture naturally roll up. Through the pulse, it shows their vitality when they survive; The ups and downs show the hardships and sufferings of an autumn leaf. However, it finally fell quietly and helplessly. Every time the golden wind blows over the treetops, some old and sick leaves fall down. Many people can hardly have a magnificent feat in their lives, let alone an old and yellow loquat leaf.

camphor leaves are evergreen all year round. However, in the autumn when all leaves fall, it stands out from the crowd and is different. How difficult it is for a small leaf to keep its vigor and vitality in the four seasons! It seems that the leaves are rough and dry, and there are many veins extending in all directions on the thin leaves. It feels uneven and three-dimensional. Petite, it is working hard in obscurity to send green hope for autumn and winter.

Compared with camphor leaves, the leaves of Albizia Albizia are even thinner and smaller, at most as thin as a tuft of black hair and as long as a fingernail. In the neat procession of Albizia Albizia leaves from big to small, there are inevitably a few golden dead leaves, none of which are all yellow. The meridians of Albizia Albizia leaves are so small that you can't see them without careful observation. What puzzles me is that the meridians of each leaf are different, either a little bent here or a little straight there. There are so many wonderful acacia flowers on the fragile leaves of a tall acacia tree. In this autumn when all the flowers are withered, do you have awe for this kind of acacia leaves that have struggled for a lifetime to breed flowers?

No matter what kind of leaves, they all have their bright spots: colorful, beautiful, evergreen ... all kinds, countless. But in this cool autumn, some bright spots have quietly left with the autumn wind, but there are still some bright spots that remain on these autumn leaves. Autumn, the most beautiful, or that piece like Huang Die's dead leaves. They have experienced wind and frost, and finally, they are buried in the ground. After having a good dream, they will go into battle again next spring ... I step on the path full of autumn leaves alone, thinking and thinking like this, I feel that they are very beautiful, very beautiful ...