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A primary school essay describing autumn?

Because of the singing of passionate poets, autumn has become so sentimental and affectionate. Here is what I have compiled for you. I hope it can help you!

Chapter 1

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The heat of summer has just dissipated, and autumn can’t wait to arrive.

It came with a gust of wind, a whistling sound of wind, and the leaves on the trees fell unconsciously like parachutes. This may be the last song of the leaves dancing for autumn, and then Disappeared in the autumn wind.

Autumn is the harvest season. Look at the large tracts of rice in the fields that are ripe and golden, as if they are covered with a layer of golden gold. The autumn wind blows, and the heavy ears of rice sway from side to side, as if they are swinging. The farmer uncle was sweating in the field, waving his sickle, looking at the plump grains with a smile, as if thinking that these rice could be sold for a lot of money in the future. A year of hard work finally paid off.

Autumn is a charming season, I love autumn!

Chapter 2

Spring is green and full of vitality; summer is red, and the sun is like fire; Winter is white and covered with silver; while autumn is golden and full of harvest...

Autumn is the harvest season. The grapes are crystal clear hanging on the shelf, like emeralds; the apples are all red. Looks like a little girl's blushing face; the fruit is very small and very red, like red pearls hanging on the tree; look at the pears on the pear tree like fat dolls.

In autumn, the leaves on the trees turn yellow and fall from the branches one after another, like yellow butterflies dancing in the air, putting a golden sweater on the earth.

I love this golden autumn season, the wind-blown rice waves, the ripe fruits, the poetic fallen leaves... Walking among the criss-crossing paths, listening to the footsteps of autumn.

Chapter 3

Time flies so fast. In a blink of an eye, with the departure of hot summer and the arrival of cool September, the door of autumn is opened.

The feeling of autumn starts with the skin. In the summer, the children all wore short-sleeves and shorts, and I wore a skirt with bare legs. But before I knew it, with a few light rains and winds in autumn, the weather gradually became cooler, especially when the temperature difference between morning and evening was relatively large, so I changed Wear long clothes and long trousers, and sometimes a small jacket, otherwise you will shiver from the cold.

I also found autumn on autumn insects. In the summer morning, birds sing happily on the branches; in the afternoon, cicadas chirp and "recite lessons" in the "leaf tent"; in the evening, the grass belongs to crickets, who are always talking and sometimes singing. The concert is really lively! After entering autumn, the world of the little bugs gradually becomes quiet. Some bugs even end their own lives. But there is one kind of insect that often appears in autumn, and that is fireflies. During those few days in my father’s army, every night I could see fireflies lighting “little lanterns” flying precariously in front of my eyes. Sometimes, I can't believe my eyes. One day, a firefly was blown into the river by the wind. It flapped its wings, but it couldn't fly up. As the faint light disappeared little by little in the river, its life also came to an end, which is really sad!

Miss Qiu also quietly wrote her name on those Autumn flowers, leaves and fruits. Yesterday, I went to play in the vegetable field in Leishan, and I found that the carrots planted in the summer had grown taller. I also pulled out two trees, one of which looked like a pig's nose, which was very interesting! I also saw that some of the leaves on the trees had begun to turn yellow. Mom said that after entering autumn, these leaves will slowly turn yellow and fall to the ground one after another!

"The fragrance of osmanthus in August", autumn still has a flavor. Outside our window, there is a osmanthus tree covered with osmanthus flowers. The small cream-yellow flowers are clustered in clusters, exuding a strong fragrance, which can be smelled by opening the window. Two days ago, I helped an aunt climb up the osmanthus tree to pick osmanthus flowers to make osmanthus tea! I picked the osmanthus flowers from the branches, um - the osmanthus flowers are so fragrant! I really want to take a bite.

I like this autumn very much.

Chapter 4

Autumn poetry is blown by the autumn wind.

Autumn is sung by autumn poems.

When seeing the sky high and clear clouds, withered trees and yellow leaves, and the flocks of wild geese returning south, even the Emperor Liu Che of the Han Dynasty, who was the supreme emperor of the Nine-Five Years, would say, "The autumn wind is blowing, and the white clouds are flying, and the grass and trees are swaying." "The wild geese have fallen and returned to the south" is such a helpless, sad and mournful chant.

Autumn ends the bright and cheerful spring and the vitality of summer. A gust of autumn wind blows, leaving only the mournful singing of autumn insects and the increasingly isolated cold branches of autumn trees. Therefore, autumn inexplicably adds an unspeakable sadness to the sentimental poets: the sadness about autumn.

As a result, someone wrote, "The autumn wind rustles and the sorrow kills people. I am also sad when I leave, and I am also sad when I enter. Who in the court does not have sorrow? It makes me grow old." Someone wrote, "The fallen leaves of sadness overlap and overlap. It falls and flies; it goes vertically and horizontally without returning, the long branches are so densely intertwined with each other, the yellow birds pass each other and lose each other...The fallen leaves are sad, when will the fallen leaves return?"

Because of the passionate poet's singing, Autumn becomes so sentimental and can trigger a trace of sadness hidden in people's most secret places.

"I can't sleep because of my sorrow, so I pick up my clothes and wander around... When I leave the house and wander alone, who should I sue for my autumn thoughts? I lead him back into the room, and his clothes are stained with tears.

"When you face the autumn scenery alone, do you also feel the pain of having nothing to say and no one to talk to in this poem?

Everything in autumn is to make the poet sing "sorrow" And it exists. “The cold weather is coming, and the crickets are chirping in the night. The morning breeze stirs the trees, and the branches and leaves are cold day and night. "Look: the cold weather has arrived in time for the season, and the crickets also feel the sadness of autumn and cry out; and the trees swaying in the cold wind in the morning, what catches people's eyes are their cold branches and fallen leaves.

Even the Southern Dynasties folk song "Song of the Four O'clock at Midnight", which has always been cheerful and bright, also secretly carries a hint of farewell when it sings about "autumn": "Farewell at the beginning of the Three Yangs, I hope to see you again at the twilight of the Nine Autumn Festival. If you see the water flowing eastward, you will never look westward all the year round.

No wonder some people are afraid of the coming of autumn, "Afraid of the coming of autumn, afraid of the coming of autumn, the mood of autumn feels the embrace of autumn." Sweep away the fallen leaves from the westerly wind. "Independent on the green moss, watch the yellow flowers blooming by themselves." Autumn always gives people a feeling of loneliness, not to mention that the poet is "independent on the green moss"?

But there are also people who welcome the growing pains in the solemn autumn. In the increasingly cold and lonely atmosphere, I sang generously: "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring." In the clear sky, a crane flies above the clouds, bringing poetry to the blue sky." This may be a unique piece among many poems that express feelings about autumn, lament autumn, and cherish autumn.

When we face the sad scene of autumn and feel helpless and sigh with sadness, why don't we chant Liu Yuxi's "Autumn Poems" a few more times and feel some warm and energetic feelings from it?