In our daily study, work or life, everyone has tried to write a composition, which can be divided into narrative, explanatory, practical and argumentative according to different genres. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following is the autumn composition I compiled for you. Welcome to read it. I hope you will like it. Autumn composition 1
Looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon, and finally looking forward to the sports meeting, the students screamed excitedly and skipped to the playground to welcome this annual sports meeting, which is also our last one in primary school.
The opening ceremony is similar to the Olympic Games. Instead of national teams, teams from all classes appear. Everyone wears neat school uniforms, walks with neat steps, holds his head high and smiles, which is the most beautiful scenery of the opening ceremony; Flowers team, bunting team, gas team < P >, garland team ... have all stood in the center of the playground and sent sweet wishes to all classes: I wish them good results in the sports meeting!
Let's watch the men's and women's 8m race!
With a gunshot, the first group of boys rushed to run, and there happened to be Yang Hao, an athlete in our class. The girls in our class stood at the forefront, holding five big characters:' Come on, Class Six and Seven' and shouting:' Come on, Yang Hao! Yang Hao, come on
! ..... "Yang Hao finally rushed up from behind and jumped the finish line first! "yeah!" We are so excited, so excited, why not be happy with the good news? Not to be outdone, Deng Shuowei in the second group fought hard with our cheers, and the fourth one broke through the finish line! No matter whether he won the ranking or not, he is the best in our minds!
I was the first team member in the women's 8-meter race. With a bang, I ran forward confidently, but I didn't expect how tough other athletes were! It was so fast that it soon left me at the end. After about two laps
, I started to slow down because of my lack of physical strength, and the race turned into a jogging by myself, and my toes were right in front of me, which made me hurt. "Toby Lin, come on! Persistence is victory! " Yang Yuxin aside said to me. I seem to be coming again. Fuck her! I
crossed the finish line last.
The order is ringing again. Oh, it turns out that the women's 8m second group is going to start PK. Wang Ting, a classmate of our class, rushed forward with great enthusiasm, suddenly got rid of other athletes and ran to the front. At the end of the day, due to physical exhaustion, she continued to cramp her feet, and < P > began to slow down, slow down, and slow down. The students' tight hearts jumped with her every step; She ran last!
Although Wang Ting didn't win the ranking, her spirit of struggling is very valuable. Knowing her leg cramps, she insisted on the competition, which shows that she loves the group and the class! Although she only came last, she came last, which was better than the first < P >! More meaningful! So is Yang Hao. Although he participated in many events, he didn't complain. He struggled to win glory for his class. Does this film also have a strong collective concept?
After that, our class competed with other classmates for shooting and the 3-meter head-on relay ... We won the fifth place in the total score of the group.
Six years of primary school life is coming to an end. I won't forget that my classmates used to study and play together, and I won't forget the good spirit that everyone worked hard and won glory for our class in this sports meeting! Composition 2 in autumn
A burst of chill dispelled the heat in summer, and the cicada noise in summer was replaced by wild geese, and a piece of fallen leaves painted a picture of autumn ...
It began with parallelism, showing a strong lyrical color.
Autumn is a mature season. The fruit trees in the field are swaying with their fruits, and the fragrance is scattered all the way. This rich aroma is like an old wine that has just been opened, which accidentally spilled all over the floor and made me drunk for the whole season, only letting me taste the mature fragrance.
The metaphor here is very innovative and refreshing.
intoxicated by the fragrance of autumn, I seem to see the ripe corn showing her golden teeth, the ripe cotton showing its white smiling face, and the ripe peanuts vying to come out and say hello to the sun.
using anthropomorphic techniques to give vitality to nature.
In the early morning, walking on the field path, I couldn't help but take a deep breath of fresh air and feel refreshed. The glittering and translucent dew kissed my shoes, and the corn cob poked its head out to say good morning to me ...
At noon, walking on the path in the field, the warm sunshine caressed me, and my heart was full of sunshine, warm and bright. A group of lively children were playing by the orchard. The aunt who looked at the orchard smiled and walked over and gave each of them a big, red apple. "Thank you, Aunt!" Sweet and crisp children's voice! Autumn is also a mature season for children! The children were munching on apples, with sweet juice dripping from their mouths and innocent smiles on their faces.
It is warm and sweet to integrate naive children with nature.
In the evening, casual workers in twos and threes talked and laughed, and the joy of harvest swept away the hard work and fatigue. Cricket is singing in the field, and they must be happy in autumn, too!
Autumn, a mature season, a harvest season, a happy season ... Autumn composition 3
Looking forward to the stars and the moon, autumn has finally arrived. I like autumn very much. It's not as strict as summer, and it gives us a very inaccessible and a little thin climate, and it's not as cold as winter, which gives us the feeling of shivering, as if rejecting people thousands of miles away. Autumn is a very Wen Shuang season, which not only brings us fresh air, but also brings us beautiful autumn colors. Many people always have a misunderstanding about autumn, and think that this season is an adult season, because we will be sleepy today and will be bored in this season.
In the fields and villages, the crops grown by farmers are ripe, all big and full, and the grains are big and round. There was a yellow ocean in front of us. As soon as the wind blew, the rice waves moved. When I closed my eyes, there seemed to be a tractor harvesting crops in the field, and the farmer's face was full of smiles. The autumn wind blows, bringing some fruit fragrance in the wind and brewing in the dry autumn wind. I am salivating at the thought of the sweetness and delicacy of fruit. Throughout the ages, many literati hackers wrote poems about autumn, but they only wrote the desolation of autumn. But I don't think so. Autumn is the harvest season, and the fruits are fragrant, and the crops from Huang Chengcheng are worthy of happiness.
Perhaps only a cheerful person can see the beauty of autumn, and only a person can see the joy of harvest. Even if there is no joy of harvest in autumn, we can see the autumn scenery from the beautiful scenery and enjoy this season. It is better to say that autumn brings us the joy of harvest than the enjoyment of artistic conception, whether visually, spiritually or physically. It is precisely because of this that I care so much about autumn and like it so much. It is a kind of beauty that can't be described in words, and it is also the beauty that I am crazy about and strive for. Autumn composition 4
The stars in the sky are like teachers' eyes, flashing and bright; The curved moon is like a teacher's face, smiling and beautiful; The rushing water, like the teacher's words, is fierce and high. And that sentence of earnest teaching is even more unforgettable. -inscription.
My most beloved teacher, I want to compare you to a gardener. You water us tirelessly every day, care for us carefully, let us grow up little by little, and use all you have to drive away our youth and ignorance.
My most beloved teacher, I want to compare you to an engineer of the human soul. You taught us to be tolerant and get along with others. You taught us to respect the old and love the young, and to be filial to our parents; You taught us that failure is the mother of success; You teach us knowledge and make us mature gradually ...
My most beloved teacher, I want to compare you to the rain, and you use that cool rain to wash away the dust on my mind; You wipe away the pain in my heart with that affectionate rain; You washed away my inner impetuousness with the silent rain.
My most beloved teacher, I want to compare you to a candle. Although it is so delicate, you light up our way forward with that ray of light and heat. You give everything to us without reservation, illuminating others and burning yourself.
My favorite teacher, I want to compare you to a step. You bear every solid step of the students, watching them climb to success and slowly approaching the door to success.
"and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die", I want to compare you to a silkworm. Spring silkworm has never said anything boastful in his life, but the silver silk spit out is the ruler to measure his life.
My most beloved teacher, you said, "How can we see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain, so we should work hard; No pains, no gains, so we have to struggle; How can there be a reward if you don't pay, so we have to refuel; How can we know anything without exploring, so we have to explore; Without perseverance, how can we succeed, so we must be strong. "
When we think about the insurmountable problem, the teacher will open a window for us and make us suddenly enlightened. When we want to give up in the face of repeated failures, the teacher will be the pillar of our spirit and make us full of hope; When we are unable to move forward, the teacher will be the wind that pushes us forward and let us know that success is not far ahead.
My favorite teacher, because of you, we can look at the white clouds and blue sky with our bright eyes. Because of you, we can close our eyes and listen to Yinggeyan; Because of you, we can try our best to have fun in our study. Dear teacher, you have never shown off anything in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest praise for you. Autumn composition 5
Autumn in the north has no flavor of autumn in the south, while autumn in the south still has some summer heat, and it is colorful everywhere in full of green. Autumn in the north is more like a princess in a magnificent palace, with a beautiful appearance and colorful clothes.
comparatively, I prefer autumn in my hometown of Chifeng.
Autumn in my hometown is a pleasant autumn. Rain is no longer the pouring rain in summer, it seems to converge a lot. Maybe one night, when you heard a few crisp noises, the rain came so quietly. The autumn rain continued, and it became very light, falling softly and quietly on the leaves, and the leaves shook, like stars blinking. That bleak raindrop, just like the poet Li Bai said, "The rain color is cold in Qiu Lai, and the wind is strict and clear.". With a touch of affection, I came to tell you.
Autumn in my hometown is the autumn of color. Children like this time, like this season with pleasant scenery, all layers of forests, high sky and light clouds, and fragrant melons and fruits. When the bright sunshine shines on the bright red maple leaves, purple Parthenocissus tricuspidata and golden poplar leaves, it reflects the colorful halo. The ground is covered with fallen leaves, like a golden carpet. The fallen leaves covered the grass, and when the wind blew, the grass swayed slightly and shivered as if it needed to keep warm. Autumn is like an artist. Every leaf changes color gradually, from deep to shallow, from shallow to deep. When the wind blows, several leaves stay in the air, dance and then fall quietly, like a dancer ending in splendor. The children picked up some fallen leaves, stuck them on their eyes, looked up and saw a red, bright world through the sunshine. They pinned the leaves to their hair and put them in their pockets. Everything, so dazzling and touching.
autumn in my hometown is the autumn of harvest. The fruit is red, the sorghum is red, and the millet is yellow ... Everyone takes baskets, picks one big red apple after another, picks yellow pears and brown crisp dates, and harvests golden millet and fiery sorghum. It's a busy scene. Everyone is busy, and the children are not idle. Adults pick apples and pears from high places, while children pick apples from low places. From time to time, they pick an apple from the tree, wipe it with their hands and eat it. Being in the field, in the country, or even standing in front of the building window of a small town, take a deep breath, and the thick aroma of' mature grains is refreshing.
this is autumn in my hometown. Walking in the woods will make all your senses excited, and you will breathe, touch, feel and appreciate directly without hindrance ... You will be intoxicated with the unique autumn breath in your hometown for a long time. At this moment, it reminds me of Liu Yuxi's "Autumn Poems": "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I said that autumn is better than spring. When a crane in the clear sky rows on the clouds, it brings poetry to Bixiao. " Autumn composition 6
"The lotus has no rain cover, and the chrysanthemum still has Ao Shuang branches." In autumn, in everyone's eyes, it's a lost chrysanthemum, but for me, Hà Thu has a different scenery.
Looking up at the sky, geese are flying south in a herringbone shape. There are yellow weeds beside the lotus pond, and I am just like this. My leaves have become yellow with rust spots, and I stand alone on the water.
but this is only one aspect.
The small fish are playing happily in the water. They are swimming around and hiding among people. I think they are probably playing hide-and-seek! Shrimp is no exception. They are swinging our bodies in the water in droves, dangling. I think they should hold a dance competition. Let's dance in Xiu Xiu. A huge fruit-lotus root has grown under me.
sometimes, there will be a mist on the river. This kind of beauty is not as bright as a flower, nor as steep as a mountain peak. It is a unique beauty, a hazy beauty. It is suddenly seen and scattered, intangible and transparent, and it is white, as if a veil is shrouded in the river. People can't see the distance clearly, but they can't see it clearly and feel mysterious.
The autumn wind blows through the treetops, making a rustling sound, and the autumn wind blows through the lake, blowing ripples. The autumn wind is cold, but it can't blow the warmth under boiling water. The autumn wind is bleak, but it can't blow the joy under boiling water and the joy of harvest. My fruit is sweet, but it is also bitter, bitter and sweet, and each has its own taste.
On the river, I often hear several cicadas singing beside me. It is the most beautiful and authentic song like a spiritual spring, and its singing is better than all the music in the world.
Autumn is a bleak and cheerful season. Autumn composition 7
Today, my parents took me to observe the ginkgo tree, which is located in the east of Yangzhou city center. This ginkgo tree is so big.
I came to the place where the ginkgo tree grows, and observed its roots. Its roots are too thick, and the bark beside the roots has been eaten by insects, but it still grows healthily. Dad said that it has lived for about 1 years, and it is estimated that it will take three or four adults to surround it. Because the ginkgo tree is now protected, I can only stand outside the railing and look at its leaves. I look up and feel like a big pholiota adiposa. Every leaf is golden, like a small butterfly flying in the wind. It has a lot of tree stems, and from a distance, it looks like countless hands extend outward.