Jude's composition

In daily study, work or life, many people have experienced writing and are familiar with it. Writing is a narrative method that expresses a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is my composition about autumn, for reference only. Welcome to reading.

The composition about autumn is 1 autumn, which is different from spring and summer. She has a good harvest. She likes surprises. Spring leaves flowers; Summer leaves green fruits; In autumn, I hope to stay rich.

Autumn harvest, love surprise. She doesn't want to leave footprints, but she wants to leave rich footprints.

Autumn comes with the wind. ...

Come to the orchard with the wind and sprinkle the joy of harvest under the green flowers of melons and fruits. She knows that it won't be long before the blooming flowers and fruits will mature and bear rich fruits.

Autumn comes with the wind. ...

She came to the paddy field with the wind and looked at the vast sea of rice. She smiled so beautifully and sweetly. It turned out that the ears of rice had golden yellow ears, which seemed to churn under the touch of the wind. It was so beautiful.

Autumn comes with the wind. ...

Coming to the garden with the wind, she invited Qiuju to bloom and Qiuju to bloom. Later, I came to the earth, blossoming everywhere, decorating the earth, and looking up at its smiling face under the touch of autumn.

Autumn comes with the wind. ...

Come to the crowd with the wind, please let the wind blow, please let the leaves fall slowly, to remind people that autumn has come to the world with a bumper harvest, so hurry to collect it.

Autumn comes with the wind. ...

Come to the animals with the wind and tell them that autumn is coming and it's time to hibernate, hurry up; It's time to fly south, faster; Get ready for those who spend the winter here.

Autumn is still alive, and she will continue to bring surprises and spread richness. Although she didn't leave a footprint, she left a wealth. ...

Composition about Autumn 2 Autumn, autumn is beautiful everywhere. With the autumn wind blowing, golden leaves slowly fall and scatter all over the floor. It can be said that "a phoenix tree leaves the world to know autumn"

The taste and color of autumn are always not enough to enjoy. There is no sound, no smell, but there is a unique drunkenness, as if drunk Autumn is so uniquely beautiful and intoxicating. Autumn is also a harvest season, where the fruits of a year's labor gather. People drink and dance to celebrate the harvest season and the sacred season.

Autumn is like what Mao Zedong wrote: Look at all the red mountains and dyed forests. In his view, autumn is really another scene, not like spring, but better than spring. "The autumn wind is bleak and the flood is raging." Cao Cao's autumn is more magnificent, showing the power of autumn wind and bringing loneliness and sadness to the silent mountain forest. Autumn wind can eliminate irritability. The autumn wind blows quietly, and the formal life order begins.

In the morning, the autumn wind is rustling with a little chill. Making a cup of strong tea, sitting in the yard, looking at the golden buttonwood makes people daydream, looking up at the green sky, listening to the birds singing, listening to the moss on the soles of their feet and listening to the long morning glory on the ground. The stream in front of the door flows quietly. Listen carefully, there is a little running water. At this time, the quiet autumn wind also appeared.

In cities, autumn also has a modern flavor. In a corner of the city, fallen leaves are piled up in a corner, and the streets are spotless, but it does have the coolness of autumn. There is a basketball court not far away, surrounded by many tall buttonwood trees. Autumn wind blows, and golden leaves fall in the yard, as if they were in a golden world. People come to play ball in an endless stream. Many people take pictures with cameras, because natural scenery is the most beautiful scenery. When you hold the fallen leaves, you will feel that time will pass and never come back. Autumn is the season of life alternation. Will give people a lot of different feelings. I have been intoxicated with this beautiful autumn color for a long time.

For autumn, it is always far away. However, the taste of this autumn can only be realized after you feel it. The stronger the color, the more memorable it is. Autumn, this autumn, will eventually disappear. If possible, I'd rather spend the whole year in autumn. If I stay, I will use everything to keep it. Because all my things are left in the autumn wind, and I have been intoxicated by the beautiful and profound late autumn scenery.

As time goes by, Qiu Guang can't let it down and revel in it.

It goes without saying that autumn is coming. When the leaves of the plane on the roadside gradually turn yellow; When the autumn wind blows slowly over Pang; At the moment, the cold raindrops are cold.

Autumn leaves, such as golden apricots and flaming maple leaves, all exude charming charm. Look-in that yard, there is a thick and colorful golden pen, which is magnificent, unique and layered. Look at the Wolong-like branches, but there is also a kind of tenacity, stretching between the branches, and the high sky is light blue, and occasionally a few wisps of gauze-like white clouds float by. Of course, it is sunny. Haha, look there-there is also a naughty apricot leaf, which won't leave her mother's arms, just won't leave! But how can it control its own destiny? Just like a wanderer always leaves his mother's arms and falls trembling, just like a butterfly struggling to fly at the end of life, longing for the blue sky and trying to escape from death. However, who can escape? Had to fall into the soil, turned into spring mud, and gave birth to a new life in the coming year-another reincarnation. I hope that "it" at that time can be calm.

Autumn sadness sublimates in the fallen leaves and gradually penetrates into every cell of the brain. Melancholy, can this endless cycle end properly? Doubt, autumn with death and sorrow, was it ever so sentimental? Melancholy, when will the troubles in the world end?

Shaking his head, I want to face up to this equally beautiful and lovely season again, but who knows, a kind of melancholy mood of "cutting constantly, reasoning is still chaotic" also makes that attachment immersed in my mind.

A familiar figure appeared in a trance, and the spirit did it one brace up. Then, he smiled to himself: illusion is illusion again. Yes, always in this autumn, in this sad season, I miss that lovely and intelligent girl. She is as golden as autumn, but not as sad as autumn.

Even though I know, she has gone; Even if she knows, she won't come again; Even if we know, there will be no touching drama of "suddenly looking back, but that person is in the dim light" between us. But even so, that deep friendship has planted seeds and deep roots in my heart.

I see, I have to face the world with a pure heart and spend every day happily without you. However, please allow me to send a gentle greeting in this autumn, which is filled with light leisure worries.

Well, dear friend,

You, or, okay?

I love the four seasons, but I love autumn more. Although she is not as colorful as spring, flowers are blooming; It is not as vibrant and lush as summer; Unlike the severe winter, the trees are full of twigs. But she is more prosperous than spring, and she also has her own beauty-that is, selfless dedication to mankind.

Autumn is a beautiful season.

In the morning, the people's park is picturesque in autumn. Walking on the tree-lined path, I saw weeping willows, like a green girl shyly lowering her head and relaxing weeping willows in the morning light, and like a green girl shyly lowering her head and stretching her gentle posture in the morning light. The park is surrounded by Zhou Songbai, and the tree-lined path is like a winding vein. I walked along this vein and looked around. In the distance, a colorful bright spot appeared in the Lvye River. I ran to the bright spot with curiosity. The highlights gradually became clear. Ah, chrysanthemum! I'm surprised. I saw this kind of chrysanthemum. The yellow flowers are elegant, the white flowers are noble, and the purple flowers are warm and deep. Colorful chrysanthemums have different shapes, and some are like shy little girls with their heads down; Some show a solemn appearance; Some seem to be girls' long hair casually put down; It's ... beautiful. I saw the autumn wind blowing, and the smiling faces of red, yellow, white and pink swayed gently in the warm autumn wind. It is so charming and full of vitality in the embrace of autumn wind!

Autumn is also a harvest season, a golden season

In the endless rice fields, the rice is ripe, and everywhere you look, it is charming gold. Under the sunshine, it is more and more dazzling, as if the ground is full of gold. Wow! No wonder the farmers who cut rice are happy from ear to ear. Looking at such a fruitful fruit, who is not happy to bloom psychologically! The fields are beaming and the orchards are full of vitality. Huang Chengcheng persimmons on the branches make people drool. One branch was covered with persimmons, which bent it. I really want to raise my hand and peel it! Apples and pears scrambled down from the tree and jumped into the gardener's bamboo basket. How can you not be happy to have such a gratifying autumn scenery?

Yes! In autumn, how selfless you are. You have a selfless heart. In these short months, you have devoted all your time to mankind! You have devoted your life to mankind. Isn't your spirit worthy of my praise?

Therefore, I love autumn, its beauty, its dedication and its selflessness.

Composition about Autumn 5 Autumn is coming, and the footsteps of autumn girl are getting closer and closer. She will bring us a harvest season, and people like this kind autumn girl very much.

Miss Qiu came to the park with gentle steps. Miss Qiu walked under the apple tree and saw that the color of the apple was not good at all. So, the kind autumn girl waved her hand and gave the precious red to the apple. Apples turn red, like small lanterns, very beautiful!

Miss Qiu came to the garden through the clouds. She took out a glittering wand, and when she blew it, the flowers smelled intoxicating. It turns out that the flowers given by teacher Qiu are very fragrant. A gust of wind blew, and the flowers swayed from side to side, as if to say to Miss Qiu, "Thank you, Miss Qiu, you are a kind and good girl!" "

Miss Qiu walked on and soon came to the field. At that time, Miss Qiu found that little rice was planted in the field. So Miss Qiu took out a bottle of powder from the treasure bag and scattered it in the field. Suddenly, the rice became bigger and stronger, and the grain became fuller.

Teacher Qiu gave us a beautiful autumn, let the farmers' uncles harvest and let the flowers bloom beautifully ... thank you, kind teacher Qiu.

Composition about Autumn 6 Autumn is an affectionate season. The fallen leaves are fluttering, and the red maple is like fire. How can you have no imagination?

The grass withered, the leaves fell, and everything seemed dead. No, look at the graceful Jin Ju, full of fruits and everything is full of vitality.

Autumn is coming, it's cold, and the children are still running around barefoot and playing happily. The farmer's uncle showed a happy smile: this year is another bumper harvest.

I came to the Woods alone, squirrels kept jumping around to prepare for the winter, and ants were looking for food everywhere. Only cicadas don't worry, they keep barking. It seems that I will be hungry again in winter.

The deeper you go, the more surprises you get. Persimmons are like lanterns on trees. Pick one that is sour and astringent. Apples are lovely spirits, emitting attractive fragrance.

It rained, so I hid under a stone. Look at the drizzle, like a silver curtain, covering the whole forest, showing a hazy beauty, which is incomparable to other beauty. The rain drops on the chrysanthemum and turns golden; Fall on the maple leaf and get the color of fire.

The rain stopped and I went home. Seeing a silver line under the eaves, people say that autumn is old and gray. Hehe, that's a little spider practicing flying.

Autumn brings us endless joy and reverie.

Autumn is my favorite season, and its freshness, golden color and sweetness touched me.

I like autumn rain. Although it is not as moist as spring rain, as warm and rough as summer rain and as calm as winter rain, I still like it best. Early autumn, you will only think that it is still the end of summer. If you don't look at the solar terms table, you must know that it has quietly come to the world and is saving a bordered autumn rain. One day in a few days, you will see a long-planned autumn rain, which will jump into the embrace of the earth. It is like a bright blind needle, a shiny silver thread. A little more rain, just like hanging under the eaves. However, this is not all its gestures.

After the autumnal equinox, the tide of autumn rain will sweep through. The rain may not stop, it may lead to a sudden drop in temperature, and even rainy weather may make you feel bored. But if you look closely, you will find that the ground is washed clean as new by the rain, and the leaves are green and moist as new. After the rain, the sky will become purer. If you are lucky, you can see the rainbow and the air will be brand-new. Every corner of the world is fragrant.

Autumn, like a naughty child, must turn all the light green into its favorite golden yellow-the leaves turn yellow, the fields turn yellow, and even my favorite orange turns from green to golden yellow. Everything seems so satisfactory.

Autumn is still a sweet season. It's a good time for our family to take a walk. Every autumn, whenever my father has time, he suggests that the family go for a walk together. The time for walking was sweet and harmonious, bathed in the cool breeze, standing on the shadow of the moon, holding my mother's arm and dragging my father's skirt, and the family talked and laughed. I often think in my mind: if only time would stop at that time forever. The family will be together, which is very beautiful, without quarrels, work troubles, study troubles, mobile phones and all external influences, only talking to each other, only jokes that my father often tells-even if the jokes at that time are not funny, we will freeze first and then laugh. Whenever I think back, I want to go back to the time travel in hermione granger.

Autumn is a cool, beautiful and sweet season. Why don't we like it?

Autumn composition 8 autumn, while you are not paying attention, quietly came to us.

In autumn, I came to the field, covered sorghum with lux headscarves, combed corn with golden braids, and dressed wheat and rice with golden suits. A gust of autumn wind blew, and sorghum, wheat and rice nodded frequently, as if to say to their mother in autumn, "Thank you for all this."

Autumn came to the orchard. Wow, many fruits are ripe! Red apples, pears and golden oranges in Huang Chengcheng ... are really mouth-watering. I can't wait to pick them and have a bite.

Autumn comes to the animals, reminding everyone: "Winter is coming!" "After hearing the news, the little magpie brought branches to build a house, the little squirrel brought pine cones as food, and the little frog stepped up digging holes to get ready for a comfortable sleep. Bears, pythons, turtles and other hibernating animals have found shelter and are ready to sleep until spring. Swallows and geese fly high, one minute in the word "people" and the other in the word "one". They are going to fly to the south for the winter.

Autumn, came to the vegetable garden, red pepper, fat wax gourd, green cabbage ... many vegetables are ripe, they rushed to the vegetable market and other new owners.

In autumn, when I came to the garden, the Chrysanthemum Fairy assigned colors to every chrysanthemum early, including red, white, purple and yellow … colorful and beautiful!

In autumn, I came to the Woods, maple leaves turned red, cotinus coggygria leaves turned purple, and pines and cypresses remained as green as summer. Most of the leaves of other trees turned golden yellow. An autumn wind blew and the leaves danced in the forest like a golden rain.

Autumn is so beautiful! I love this beautiful autumn!

Composition about Autumn 9 Autumn is quiet. Going out for morning exercise in the morning is bluer than before; The clouds are thicker than before.

Ah, the mountain scenery in the distance and the colors in the near distance are so beautiful. Gorgeous autumn colors contain poetry, and Du Mu's Frost Leaves are Red in February Flowers is also intoxicated by this autumn color!

In autumn, Dan's world, who doesn't fall in love with the landscape of Fenglin? Many poets and painters in ancient and modern times praised the fiery red of maple leaves. However, I am also one of them.

You see, the fields are more lively. Rice is bent with laughter, and the vast golden rice waves are swaying in the rustling autumn wind, magnificent and spectacular!

Next to the field is the orchard: the apples are red, one is bigger than the other; Watermelon, although on the ground, is chubby and lovely; Grapes are colorful, bright in purple, round and lovely, and have won the favor of farmers. ...

What about autumn wind? OK or not? Is it bad? Look, he is here, too. Naughty autumn wind blows crops, and the crops are ripe; Blowing fruit, the fruit also smiled happily; Even blowing that aquatic product, crabs have gained weight! He is indispensable in any corner of autumn. He never misses a place, just tries to blow, blow and be silent. ...

It's too quiet, CHO!

It's beautiful, CHO!

It's too quiet, CHO!

I love you-Qiu!

Composition on Autumn 10 sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic. Autumn girl is playing sweet music on the green grass, as if calling for ripe fruits in a low voice, reminding them that autumn is coming. I was walking in the autumn field, and suddenly I was intoxicated in this beautiful field. Autumn is the time for farmers to harvest food. At this time, an autumn wind blew, and I didn't notice that the heavy ears pressed down the rice stalks, and then the wind blew them like a golden ocean. ...

Then, I walked a few steps forward and saw many white wild chrysanthemums. Although these wild chrysanthemums are not as expensive as the chrysanthemums in the park, I never get tired of their fragrance, as if many angels in white are treating people.

I walked into an orchard again. The fruit in the orchard was big and round, and the farmers grinned at the fruits of their labor.

I walked into a forest again, and all the leaves were gone, leaving only a bare body. Maple leaves turn red, and some leaves fall and dance like beautiful butterflies.

This time, I saw those who were not afraid of the cold-strings of red flowers competing to open; The little girl in red is walking a tightrope, which is very beautiful. It seems that touching it will make beautiful music.

Autumn is really beautiful, autumn is a season that people look forward to! I like this beautiful autumn.

Composition about autumn 1 1 Autumn will arrive before you know it. Autumn wind bursts, leaves flying, like a golden butterfly falling on my face, body and feet, awakening my thoughts from the long river of memory.

Autumn, came to a small farmhouse. Warmly welcome the golden corn hanging on the tree. The full corn kernels in Huang Cancan show people the unique beauty of autumn. Under the eaves, Qiu kissed Chili's face, like a firecracker waiting for people to light it. Gently jump on the master's face, bless him and be happy for him.

Autumn has come to the orchard again. You see, this golden pear is small on the top and big on the bottom, like a golden gourd; Persimmon blushes, wearing a small straw hat on her head, like a red lantern on holidays, radiant; Pomegranate grinned at you; Bananas in Huang Chengcheng bend over, as if to say to people, "Come and taste the harvest fruit!" Look at the vegetable garden here. Eggplant is covered with purple robe, wax gourd is covered with white gauze, and green pepper is special in spirit, but tomatoes are like shy little girls with their heads down, so shy!

Autumn also came to the field. Tall and straight poplars take off their green clothes and put on charming robes; Maple leaves took off their dark green coats and put on their fiery autumn clothes; The autumn wind urges, and the earth is covered with golden pajamas ... The corn has a beard, like a mature old man; Sorghum raises torches to light the road in autumn; The grass lowered its head and looked at the land where it grew affectionately. Do you know where this place is? it is

In autumn, you are not as fresh and pleasant as spring, colorful as summer, and flawless as winter, but you bring people harvest and hope with your unique charm.

Composition about Autumn 12 Today is the day of autumn outing in our school.

In the morning, we got on the bus first under the guidance of our teacher. There is an aunt on the bus. She is our tour guide, surnamed Sang. Along the way, she also guessed some riddles for us. At the destination, the tour guide Sang told us to go to Dongshan Paradise Island and take a boat. The students in our class are very happy! On the boat, I took out my camera and took many beautiful photos: there are continuous mountains and blue sky, which is really beautiful! The golden sun shone on the lake, and the lake suddenly became sparkling. When the ship arrived at Paradise Island, we landed. After landing, I saw that the house there was not like our tall building, but a cabin made of grass and wood.

At noon, we learn to make wonton. I couldn't pack at first, and Nie Jingjing helped me very enthusiastically. After a while, I understood. We ate our own wonton, and I ate a big bowl! Then, we went to a place full of clocks, which are engraved with years. I patted the clock engraved with the words 1999, because I was born in 1999. We also got together, sat on the plastic carpet and ate the snacks with relish. After a while, the tour guide Sang said to us, "All right, students, come with me and I'll take you to play." On hearing the play, our classmates all cheered. Sang, the tour guide, took us to play on the seesaw. I also saw a goat and made a video of it! The tour guide sang took us to the place where we had just taken the boat. We didn't know whether to go back, so we reluctantly left by boat. Finally, we went back to school.

Today, I had a good time! I really want to go to Paradise Island again.

I like the composition about autumn 13.

Empty and ambiguous joy, light and melancholy.

Fall in love with it.

Floating romance, illusory loneliness.

In the countryside, shiny rice is jumping with exuberant life. At first glance, all the golden ones exude attractive fragrance. I have no choice. I quietly stepped forward, picked one, touched it, sniffed it and felt its powerful pulse. Suddenly, a strong smell of love came to my face-oh, it was the rich smell of love sown by farmers in spring-oh, it was the hope that farmers placed on it when sowing in spring and the caress that they gave it when weeding in summer. Every second of its growth carries people's blessings to it. Finally, autumn has come. Suddenly, the air was filled with infinite joy. Farmers', people's and its.

I often watch a yellow leaf fall from the branch. Without memories, spring is full of vitality, and full of green in summer; Think of people's relentless praise for it. But now, it jumped out of the one last dance of life and died quietly. When it falls to the ground, it will mercilessly and continuously leave one shoe print after another on its withered and old body ... I shudder at the thought that no matter how hard and brilliant the leaves have been, they will one day sleep underground. Is anybody there? A trace of melancholy passed through my heart.

I always unconsciously paint such a picture of Qiu Jingtu: an extraordinary woman walking on a secluded path, with thick leaves and a unique umbrella. Behind him are flying butterflies with an orange sunset in the background. I know that such a scene will not appear perfectly in reality. Because it is impossible, I am crazy about this feeling, and I will draw endlessly. I always stubbornly believe that fantasy can render the gloomy world colorful. Just like this woman in my mind, she is soft and pure for the market; Romance in autumn.

I like to sit by the window alone and enjoy the falling rain. Autumn rain is like an indecisive woman, with a sigh. I am a quiet girl, and I love autumn, because autumn is also very quiet. Listen, even her tears are so calm and gentle. Autumn is lonely, right? Everything is here to say goodbye to her, leaving her to sing softly in the long night. Isn't that what people do? Sorrow and sadness ... take a pen and pour it out on the paper, and loneliness pops out on a piece of paper.

I love you, CHO.

Composition about Autumn 14 When the first fallen leaf falls in the forest and the autumn wind cuts my cheek like a knife, I know that autumn is coming to us.

Autumn is very quiet. She has neither the vitality of spring nor the noise of summer.

There were thousands of silver lines floating in the sky that day, and the stream played the autumn music. "Ding, dong!" When the silver thread hits the river, the rhythm of autumn will ring. Thousands of strands of silver fell to the surface of the water, bouncing off countless tiny water droplets, like countless fragmented butterflies.

A flock of geese flitted across the sky, and the sound of their flapping wings became an intoxicating autumn song. At this time, the maple leaves began to turn slightly red, so light and soft, as if shrouded in a faint light.

Autumn is poetic. An autumn rain changed the original green of the mountain forest, and the mountain forest was dyed indelibly golden yellow by autumn. The whole autumn is like an elegant poem. Praise autumn, praise everything in autumn. The mountain spring is covered with golden leaves. From time to time, which gold leaf will spin down and turn around in the mountain spring. The autumn wind roared over one yellow forest after another.

Halfway through autumn, the maple leaves have completely turned red, red warmth and red beauty. Red makes a maple forest warm red, but there are few fallen leaves on the ground. They seem to let the maple leaves bloom on the branches and never fade.

The orchard is filled with the joy of harvest, and the laughter of fruit farmers is filled with the orchard with harvest in autumn.

Autumn is a strong flower that never fades; Autumn is a beautiful picture that never fades; Autumn is an elegant poem, poetic and picturesque; Autumn is a surging song, playing a unique melody of autumn!

Composition about Autumn 15 Autumn is full of autumn wind and autumn leaves. Every time I read the poems of the ancients, I am always wrapped in a deep sadness about autumn, but I don't want to break free and sip the slowly expanding melancholy and loss alone. I don't know if this is "falling in love with the floor, saying that I am worried about giving new words" or "saying that I want to rest, but saying it is cool in autumn"? ! Anyway, I'm not the only one who has been sad about autumn since ancient times. See how many sensitive and affectionate poets have left poems that cherish autumn and comfort them.

In the Book of Songs, "Autumn is sad and flowers fly", "White dew is frost" and "Mulberry falls, but yellow falls" are all sighs about autumn. Fan Zhongyan's "Blue sky and yellow leaves,

The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky. "The painted scenery is faint and far away, and the feelings and scenery blend together, which makes people deeply hurt. Later, in The West Chamber, Wang Shifu slightly triggered the word "Farewell Pavilion" and changed it to "blue sky and yellow flowers flying in the north and west wind flying in the south". Who is drunk in Xiao Lai's frost forest? Always keeping people's tears "is even more confusing and frustrating." ""Affectionate feelings have been hurt since ancient times, and it is even worse to neglect the autumn festival "is Liu Yong's exclamation. Feel sorry for Liu Xia. Parting is endless, and all he can take away seems to be the autumn wind. Zhou Bangyan's Autumn Sunny, Turning into a Cold Room, Listening to the Cold Sound describes the loneliness and helplessness of a lonely journey. Wei's Yan Wen: "Where is my hometown? It's leisurely to think about it. Gao Zhai Lai, an Autumn Night in Huainan, wrote a lonely feeling of homesickness. Compared with the above helplessness in autumn, Li Bai also showed his true colors as a bold poet: "I had to leave Bolt and me yesterday, but today it hurts my heart even more. Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I am in this villa, drinking my wine. "

In short, the scenery in autumn is mostly bleak, with bitter wind and rain, hay falling, rain beating residual lotus, wild geese singing in the sky ... but in different moods, poetry will be very different. Liu Yuxi found sustenance in the autumn wind and freed himself from the sad feeling: "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say autumn is better than spring." When a crane flies among clouds in a clear sky, it brings poetry to Bixiao. "

In "Looking at Autumn in Chang 'an", Du Mu also saw that the autumn wind was clear and there was a hole in the sky: "Outside the frost tree, there is not a spark in the mirror. In the autumn, the momentum is high. "

I hope I can have the magnanimity of the ancients. In the following autumn, I can feel the freshness and tranquility after the noisy summer and the short fragrance before the long winter. I can feel the heroism of "the autumn wind is cold and justice is awe-inspiring", and I have no helplessness of "the autumn wind is bleak". Being "felt" by autumn, but no longer "sad" for autumn.