In ordinary study, work, and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Composition is a verbal activity in which people express their feelings in written form. Do you know how to write a good essay? Below are the sample essays for the first grade of junior high school in autumn that I compiled for you (selected 10 essays) for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. Autumn First Grade Composition 1

On the afternoon of the second day of the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, my father proposed to take me to the fields to play, and I happily agreed. Unexpectedly, I also experienced the feeling of being a farmer!

The autumn in my eyes is full of fragrance. As soon as I came downstairs, I was attracted by the fragrance of flowers. I found an osmanthus tree. The blooming osmanthus trees were refreshing. One after another, the osmanthus flowers rushed to bloom, revealing their golden little faces, showing their joy. . They sing golden songs on the branches, telling us that "autumn is coming."

As soon as I arrived at Huangshan Road, I became interested in the golden color of that place. What is it? Taking a closer look, it turns out that the corn is ripe. The farmer uncle has peeled it into corn kernels and is drying it in the sun!

Look! What is this farmer uncle doing? I walked over and asked him, and the farmer uncle said it was to remove the ashes from the corn. I saw him shoveling some corn kernels with a shovel and lifting them into the air. The corn kernels were raised very high. A gust of wind blew and the ashes immediately flew to the side. I couldn't help but eager to try it, and the farmer uncle readily gave me a shovel. After trying several times in a row, I was able to shovel the corn kernels high and kick out the dust.

The autumn in my eyes is a harvest. Going further, we arrived at the peanut field, and there happened to be farmers pulling peanuts, so we went to help them pull them together.

I first grabbed a peanut stem, and then pulled it out hard, but I couldn’t pull it out no matter what. I used all my strength to pull the rod out of the ground, and I sat down on the ground. I took a closer look and almost made me angry. There were only two pitiful peanuts pulled out!

The farmer uncle taught me how to pull out peanuts: grasp all the stems of a pile of peanuts, grasp the roots with one hand, and grab the tips of the peanuts with the other hand, and pull evenly with both hands. . Using this method, I didn't expend much effort, and after a while, I pulled out many peanuts.

That afternoon, I helped the farmer uncle pull out a lot of peanuts. I was so tired that my back ached. This made me realize the hard work of farmers and the hard-won food. It also taught me a lot. Knowledge that cannot be learned from books.

Before leaving, the farmer uncle also gave me a lot of peanuts. Looking at the peanuts, I remembered a text "Peanuts" that I learned in elementary school. I still remember this passage in the text: Although peanuts are not beautiful, they are very useful. You should be a useful person, and don't be a person who is only decent but not good to others.

The autumn in my eyes is fragrant and full of harvest! Autumn first grade composition 2

Where is autumn? Autumn in the woods. Blown by the breeze, it seemed like there was a rain of leaves in the woods! The leaves fell and piled up into a thick carpet that creaked when you walked up to it. The tall poplar trees stood like mighty soldiers in the woods.

Where is autumn? Autumn in the crop fields. The wheat is ripe, bending down with laughter, and the wheat field turns into a golden carpet under the breeze. There is also the ocean of yellow rice fields, with golden waves rolling from a distance, which is the signal of the autumn harvest. The blush on the face of the farmer uncle holding the hoe shows their joy, the shouts, the sound of folk songs, the sound of hoe waving, everything in the field constitutes a picture of autumn harvest, simple but beautiful. Sitting on the pile of yellow grass, looking at the ever-changing white clouds in the sky, enjoying the cool autumn wind, I also felt the joy of the farmer uncle.

Where is autumn? Autumn in the orchard. The apples are like my sister's red face smiling, the oranges are like red lanterns twisting, the bananas are like curved moon boats, and the yellow-orange pears are swaying left and right on the branches. A gust of wind blew, and a refreshing fragrance floated in. It turned out to be the fragrance coming from the vineyard.

The plump grapes hang in bunches on the vine, as if big pearls are strung together, so beautiful!

Where is autumn? In autumn, on the grassland, the endless yellow grassland is covered with a golden carpet. The white sheep seem to embroider the boundless gold with large white flowers. The lines of the mountains are very beautiful, just like Chinese paintings without ink lines. They all have hills. The flat ground is yellow, and the hills are also yellow.

Where is autumn? In the autumn, when the weather is getting colder and the autumn breeze is refreshing, the little animals begin to prepare food for the winter.

Autumn is still in the warm sunshine. The autumn sunshine is as transparent and clear as crystal, and the water flows brightly in the sky.

The simplest autumn depicts the most beautiful and colorful pictures, and the most ordinary autumn reveals the most touching and thought-provoking artistic conception. Autumn seems ordinary, but it has irresistible magic, slowly infecting us, and penetrating beauty into every cell in our body. We are chasing the dream of autumn and catching the sparks of autumn; we are willing and contented to be slowly melted by this autumn. Autumn First Grade Composition 3

In summer, the summer vacation with the scorching sun and the red sun in the sky is over. Now, the charming autumn girl descends into the world with vigorous and light steps like a gust of wind. Let's go and enjoy the beautiful scenery it brings us!

We hurried to the field, which was shining with golden light. I shouted: That-that is the mature rice! That beautiful girl who is standing tall and graceful even though the rice grains are attached to each other. When a cool breeze blows, the rice moves with the wind. It seems to be dancing a beautiful dance, and nodding and smiling at us. Suddenly, I smelled a fragrant fragrance wafting from a distance. At first glance, it turned out that it was the farmer uncle drinking rice soup.

I hurriedly caught up with Miss Qiu and came to the orchard. inside. The fragrance of the fruits in the orchard spreads far and wide, making people's mouth seem to flow into a river. The apples were bright red and hung on the tree like a lantern; the grapes were bright and purple, hanging on the tree like pearls; the bananas were yellow and hung on the tree like small boats. Pears are also hanging on the tree like small gourds; there are also big and red tomatoes, hanging on the tree like big cakes

I was out of breath to keep up with Miss Qiu. With a few steps, I came to the original lush green grassland. However, the grassland that was once green with trees and lush flowers has now become golden, as if I was living in a fairy tale. On the grassland, the grass was bright yellow, like a big golden net. There were only a few golden leaves left on the tree. In the air, there are a few lonely leaves dancing slowly, like beautiful butterflies, free and carefree! On the grass, there are many, countless people admiring this beautiful scenery. Some college students are taking their books seriously and reading carefully; there are children playing happily on the grass; there are also elderly people doing exercises on the grass; and there are couples enjoying the scenery. All of this is so beautiful!

In autumn, although you are not as vibrant as spring; nor are the trees as lush as summer; nor are they as snowy as winter. But you let people have the joy of harvest and let people appreciate the wonderful scenery like a fairy tale world. You are filled with a wonderful season of happiness! Composition 4 on the first day of autumn

The fallen leaves have gone, and in the confusion, only dark clouds can be seen. Beside the corner, a small yellowish grass drooped its head, lamenting its fate. What is it crying about? Is it the sorrow of facing death before it matures? I have no idea. Who knows this?

Another leaf fell, and the wind howled, seeming to feel sad for the death of the leaf, and the sound of crying made people feel cold. The cold air is like a cold dragon, running into your sleeves and making you shiver. The black smoke cloud couldn't bear the accumulation of water droplets and overflowed. It reminded me of a bottle filled with water, and it overflowed when it was filled again.

I think the leaves must be very sad. I always imagined all my dreams, but when I woke up, it was the cold autumn rain and I was sleeping on the ground. I suddenly remembered that autumn rain, like a haze, light and unrestrained, but very tight. Soon, the leaves were wet, and smoke-like rain fell on the roof.

A little girl was walking in the misty rain, and the joy and joy from her heart seemed to infect every leaf and everyone around her. The seller was still shouting something, and no one seemed to be bored by the arrival of the autumn rain. There was even a little boy about 5 years old who smiled and held his mother's hand and said, "It's so cool!" Then he licked his mouth with his tongue. Some adults were amused by the child's actions, and the innocent little boy laughed too. The street market is a lively and joyous scene. All of them were not saddened by the arrival of the melancholy season of autumn. It seems that only such a sentimental woman would cry loudly due to the desolate look of autumn. Gradually, the rain became heavier and heavier, but the seller didn't seem to be in that hurry. He exchanged a few words with the people next to him before packing up his things with a smile and leaving. After almost all the sellers left, the rain started to fall harder and harder, but it was still so light and rustling. I left this street market. There will be sunshine after the rain. It seems that everyone has the same mood as me and leaves with the fantasy of a sunny day.

What I urgently seek is the tranquility of autumn. The sound of falling leaves like the wind, the sound of rain wetting the earth, the sound of autumn coming gently - please don't be depressed by their uneasy actions, because you don't see a window. Please don’t dislike autumn, because the leaves and rain in autumn are both beautiful. Autumn first grade composition 5

I like autumn leaves. The change of leaves from green to yellow is a sign of the coming of autumn, and the change of leaves from few to none is a sign of the end of autumn. Every time I see a leaf falling, I can’t help but sigh in my heart: Time flies so fast! Before you have time to taste the greenness of spring and the warmth of summer, you have to feel the desolation of autumn and the loneliness of winter. In winter, trees are lonely because the leaves have fallen; in winter, people are lonely because people are as rare as leaves on trees in autumn. Therefore, I cherish the autumn leaves very much, and even live by counting them. As I count them, autumn passes.

I like the river water in autumn. The reason why I like river water in autumn is also very simple. I like the sound of the river flowing in autumn, it is the beating melody of life. I like the life in the river in autumn. There are aquatic plants and small fish there. More importantly, I like the beautiful memories brought to me by the river in autumn. It enriches my life and brings comfort to my miserable life. This memory is as cold as the river in autumn, but its coldness makes it even more difficult to forget.

I like the wind and rain in autumn. The wind is constant in all seasons, but the wind in spring is too changeable, the wind in summer is too hot, the wind in winter is too biting, and only the wind in autumn is always so refreshing and desolate. The autumn wind washes away the heat of summer, but blows the horn of winter. The autumn rain has no momentum, but is very lingering, as if telling people a long, sad and desolate love story. And people are also immersed in this love story, feeling the sadness and desolation that pervades the world together. I often walk deliberately in the wind and rain, feel the breath of autumn, and experience the beauty of the body, mind, and heaven and earth becoming one.

I like the frost and snow in autumn. Strictly speaking, there is frost but no snow in autumn. But look, isn't that thin layer of white just the light snow in early winter? Maybe frost is the sister of snow. She couldn't bear the loneliness in the sky, so she secretly descended to the world, but brought beautiful words of love to the world. "Jian Jia is green, white dew is frost; the so-called beauty is on the side of the water." A heart as pure as frost and snow, as desolate as frost and snow, how many beautiful imaginations are left to the young men and women in the world? I am at the end of the sky, you are at the water's edge, and I look at your figure from a distance. Your figure is blurry, indistinct, and surrounded by white frost...

I like autumn. Autumn First Grade Composition 6

In early autumn, the sky is clear and the sun is bright.

The sunshine in early autumn is like a graceful and elegant woman, walking away from the heat of summer with light steps; like a naughty boy, climbing up to the end of summer, pulling down the summer heat without people noticing. The blue sky is like a mysterious magician who thins the clouds, thins the wind, and clears the water. Unknowingly, the earth takes off its green dress and replaces it with light yellow. clothes. Through the tranquility that is not yet completely depressed, she casts mottled light and shadow, showing nature's compassion and love for all living beings, and adding mature color to the goose-yellow green. Her mood is no longer moody, and she is calmly thinking about the gains and losses of the season.

Bathed in the sunshine of early autumn, the bright yellow wild chrysanthemums are rippling with the warmth of the sun, adding the comfort of the season; the willow leaves on the roadside are flying with lingering music, without the melancholy of fallen leaves. ; The blowing autumn wind refreshes the blue sky, adding a cool and dry feeling; the golden sunshine intoxicates the colors of early autumn, and reduces the sadness of the coming autumn cold season. The gentle sunshine is not as hot as summer, nor as warm and ambiguous as spring, nor as bone-chilling cold as winter. It is so warm, warm enough to make people love and pity, warm enough to make people feel attached, and make people feel attached. People can't bear to get rid of that infinite dependence, infinite sustenance, and infinite expectations.

Walking in the sunshine of early autumn, the sky seems a little high and the white clouds are moving quickly. The greenery everywhere makes me faintly smell the coolness of autumn. Although the singing insects harvest the sunshine in their hearts, I know that when the wind blows, it will fill the ground with desolation; although the flying birds follow the refreshing harvest, I know that the warm sun bakes the early autumn Although the ethereal mountains, rivers and plains are free of heat, scorching heat, and the boredom and confusion of sauna weather, I know that the pure sky is rippling with the depth of the years and the weight of the cycle of the four seasons. I stretched and looked at the scenery outside the window. When I closed my eyes, I felt an urge not to open them again. The graceful mood flowed like a tide with the passion of autumn, drowning the stories in autumn.

Dreams follow your heart, and your heart follows your dreams.

Walking on the intersection in early autumn under the clear sky, standing in the early autumn sunshine, the breeze is blowing my dreams. In this harvest season, what should we harvest? Autumn first grade composition 7

Autumn is a harvest season. The farmer uncle has harvested a lot of fruits, but I have gained a touch and a feeling from it.

Autumn is a kind of desolate beauty. The lingering autumn rain will inevitably evoke some sadness, not to mention the word "autumn" added with "heart" has become "sorrow". Literati and poets always associate autumn with desolation. Together: "Wherever the autumn wind comes, it rustles the geese back home, and when the morning comes into the garden tree, the solitary guest is the first to hear it." "It is the sorrow of separation that keeps cutting, and the order is still messy. It is a feeling in my heart." Because she is an autumn breeze. The season of desolation, when thousands of trees shed their leaves and thousands of flowers wither, also heralds the arrival of winter. But I still like this quiet, poignant feeling.

Autumn is still a great sacrifice. The leaves turn yellow and the maple leaves turn red, which is really beautiful. But when the autumn wind blows slightly, it is like a butterfly flying, placing "autumn" on the yellow land, but selflessly throwing it into the land to nourish the roots of the trees. The chrysanthemum also bloomed at this time, releasing its beauty. What was waiting for her also withered and withered together, but she still persisted stubbornly. Maybe as long as I can bloom even for a moment, I will live up to this life. Oh, and fall is also a season of giving.

Autumn warms the heart. The warm sunshine of autumn stays in the blue sky, warm and soft. Looking up and staring, I don't feel dazzling at all, but more charming, with a warm and peaceful feeling.

Autumn is the smile of harvest, when everything matures and bears abundant fruits. The brows are filled with joy and the heart is filled with joy. Persimmons with red lanterns on the trees, huge pear fruits, cotton like a sea of ??clouds, and rice bent over with laughter are all intoxicating and exciting. After sweating, there are always sweet fruits. , there is always a smile...

Autumn is very beautiful. The beauty lies in harmony and joy, in the fragrance of yellow fields, red flowers and melting moonlight. She does not have the shyness of spring, the boldness of summer, or the coldness of winter, but she has the tenderness of spring, the enthusiasm of summer, and the charm of winter. Autumn is an end, so that the gestation of winter, the germination of spring, and the hard work of summer can have a sweet result; autumn is also a beginning. When we have one result, we will not hesitate to put in more efforts to win another. Harvest, which means being busy again.

In the charming season of autumn, let us put aside the honor, fatigue, and dust along the way, and wait for a new journey. Next autumn will be another harvest! Autumn First Grade Composition 8

In the early morning, I gently opened the door. Under the old sycamore tree in front of the door, the withered yellow leaves were spread on the ground like a golden carpet, which was soft when stepped on. Then I knew that autumn was coming.

Yes, autumn is here, and the dry grass on the meadow, the golden leaves under the big trees, and the flocks of geese flying in the sky are the best proof. I put on my coat and walked towards the road.

A gust of autumn wind blew by, and I couldn't help but wrap my coat tightly. On the unknown tree by the road, a few dead leaves slowly fell down. They were spinning and flying in the air, which was because they were shivering in the cold wind. I reached out and grabbed one of the fallen leaves. The dry veins of the leaf were so distinct. The leaf looked like the weather-beaten hands of an old man! So, I became sad, because this thin leaf reminded me of an old man in his dying years, and reminded me of the pain of life, separation, and death. It also made me understand the sadness of "the sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk." I hate this bleak and desolate autumn.

Unknowingly, we have reached the fields. It is indeed a completely different scene here. In the fields, rows of ripe rice formed a golden ocean. The wind was mixed with the fragrance of rice, filtering through my heart and blowing away all the melancholy and sadness I had just felt. The people cutting rice in the rice fields were all sweating profusely, but their faces were filled with unconcealable joy. Yes, the hard work is not in vain. The sweat under the scorching sun and the hard work have finally paid off with heavy fruits. Who can not be happy about it? I seemed to understand instantly: Without autumn, where would the joy of harvest be? If there is no autumn, how about bringing the warmth of spring? Without autumn, how would the four seasons change? Doesn't the withered autumn leaves also reflect the pride of "falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers"? Autumn is a lovely season, a season worthy of people's praise. I love this fruitful autumn.

After strolling home, there was a faint fragrance everywhere, which was refreshing, only to find that the sweet-scented osmanthus had quietly bloomed. The little flowers are like sweet smiling faces. It smells so good! I took a few greedy breaths, and the fragrance of the flowers immediately spread in my mouth and nose. Gradually it penetrated my heart. I am intoxicated in the fragrance of flowers and immersed in this beautiful autumn day. This pure flower language belongs to autumn, and this faint floral fragrance belongs to autumn. Autumn is so beautiful!

In October of golden autumn, sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant; in October of golden autumn, hope is harvested. I love this harvest season, autumn! Composition 9 on the first day of autumn

"You know spring when a leaf is growing", yes, autumn is also like this, it comes quietly and unexpectedly: "You know autumn when a leaf falls". Spring is full of childlike innocence and hope; summer is full of passion and youthful ambition; winter is filled with the beauty of fairy tales and has an elegant mood; and autumn, I can only use a few words to describe it: gentleman, rough, leisurely and elegant. , busy and unorganized, and unknown.

Nature is a miraculous craftsmanship. With a wave of the brush, the roughness of autumn is vividly danced. Look, the patches of withered yellow wild grass on the hillside are dotted with a few star-like wild chrysanthemums. It is said that they were originally shooting stars in the sky. Because they contained too many beautiful expectations for autumn, they fell heavily. Cao'er tossed her blond hair and sang with Mai Miao easily. The autumn wind chases the wheat fields, and the golden wheat waves are rolling, one wave chasing another, with a slight wave force. Rice is like gold paved on the ground. It is the golden heart of farmers, their passion for life and their good wishes. The farmers were very busy, harvesting the ripe rice, with festive smiles on their faces; when they were tired, they sat on the fields and wiped off the sweat with their hands covered with soil, wiping out the smell of "autumn": everywhere Joy and abundant fruits are the rewards of autumn to the earth and to the hard-working people.

Autumn is for gentlemen. The maple tree took off its "hat" and bowed to the earth. The hat was spinning in circles in the air, making people think: This gentleman is highly educated and polite to others. The hat floated, scattered in the air, turning into jade butterflies, flying, exuding the breath of autumn. The little bird is also relaxed, walking leisurely in the air, in the gaps between trees, and in the fields. Sometimes it lands casually on the edge of the field and pecks at the scattered grains. Sometimes it jumps around gracefully on tiptoes, like a young girl. Her high heels hit the ground. The carp in the pond will "leap over the dragon's gate" from time to time to pay tribute to autumn. The fresh and tender fish meat is the masterpiece of the fish farmer, right? Then, the branches "crunch" and the maple leaves dye the sky into a red glow. Its energy reverberates across the earth, which is also a reward. In the end, everything was silent, and the rapeseed flower smiled silently, with a golden smile.

Autumn is the season of dedication, reward, and joy. It has a profound charm and endless aftertaste. It is like a bottle of wine, brewing sweetness and happiness... Autumn first grade composition 10

< p>Colorful has always been used to describe spring. Spring is full of flowers, gorgeous colors, and very beautiful. People often think that autumn is just colorful and lifeless leaves. In fact, this is not the case. Autumn in my eyes is also colorful. Because autumn has the color of chrysanthemums, the taste of osmanthus, and the shape of maple leaves, it is as rich and beautiful as spring. The beauty of autumn in Hangzhou lasts longer than spring, and the climate is more comfortable.

Autumn has always been a symbol of harvest since ancient times, which is not difficult to understand. In autumn, the fields are full of yellow rice, and the branches are covered with heavy fruits. The farmers happily enjoy the fruits of their labor. I was also born in autumn, during the harvest season. Maybe this is one of the reasons why I like autumn.

As soon as autumn arrives in Hangzhou, the scent of the osmanthus tree, the city’s city tree, blankets the entire city. As soon as the windows of my home are opened, a faint scent of osmanthus hits my nostrils. I enjoy the gift God has given us. , very sweet and comfortable. I heard from my mother that in order for people to enjoy this fragrance for a long time, osmanthus can also be made into osmanthus sugar, osmanthus essence, etc. I think when I eat osmanthus candy and smell the fragrance of osmanthus in the future, I will definitely think of my favorite autumn.

For me, a greedy little cat, there is another very important reason why I like autumn. There are lake crabs and oranges in autumn. As soon as autumn comes, my mother will prepare sweet oranges for me. I can eat ten in one breath. I heard from my mother that I like the habit of eating oranges. I have been sucking orange juice since I was a baby. I have known it since I had no teeth. And at that time, I could eat half of it at once. I was really a little orange devil. I also have a biggest hobby in eating, and that is lake crabs. Every time when crabs are fat in autumn, I think of the scene when my whole family gathered around to eat crabs when I was a child. It was very warm and happy, like a day of reunion. . Big crabs, bowls of fragrant vinegar, and sweet scent of osmanthus, my life is like a fairy!

Due to global warming, the four seasons will no longer be so distinct in the future, which is a terrible thing. I hope that every person on earth has the obligation to take action, be more environmentally friendly, save more energy, start from small things, to protect our earth and our environment, so that our memories of every season will be beautiful and enjoyable. of.