With the county junior high school student essay I love autumn
Author/Hu Jingwen, Class 8 (1) of Lantan Central School
Instructor: Jie Chen
The yellow leaves carry the unfinished heartbeat of the juvenile age, and the autumn wind blows through, with clear and warm memories.
I sat at the table and looked at Liu Yuxi's "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring dynasty." For a long time, the wind rose in all directions, and my eyes were pulled out of the window by the wind, and the earth was golden.
Autumn, don't come unscathed!
I stood up slowly, and walked with light steps to the door, the light at the door was bright and gentle, the stars were dotted, filling the whole room, I stared at a certain beam of light, stretched out my fingers, and the small gold in my hand gathered and formed, it was the messenger of autumn, it flew around twice between my fingers, and dragged me out, I hurriedly rode on my bicycle, followed its footsteps, and went to the distance.
I sat in the car and watched the scene in all directions, the creek babbling, the leaves returning to dust, and some falling into the water, becoming "boats" in the water.
Walking and walking to the field, I swam in the golden ocean, struggling to catch up with the messenger of autumn, but it was very naughty, a moment east and a little west, calling me a good life is difficult to find, as soon as the wind came, it disappeared without a trace, I was so angry that I stomped my feet, but the crops laughed happily, and some of them were happy to shake their bodies, so unhappy. The peasant uncle passed by and shouted, "What an autumn!" I also raised the corners of my mouth and was happy. Inadvertently, I seemed to recall the scene when my grandfather drove the harvester to take me when I was a child. The messenger of autumn shuttled through the field again, and I immediately got on the cart and followed closely behind.
Following the messenger, a small river appeared in front of him, and a few miles away from the river, there were maple trees. The trees here are like being rendered by the fiery sunset, so red that people like it. I ran among the trees, looking back, looking for the messenger of autumn, one moment on this tree, the next on that tree. "Fluttering", the messenger of autumn swam into the river, I quickly submerged my hand into the water, a maple leaf fell, I tapped my hand, the memory returned to childhood, when it was my grandfather who held my hand and took me to wash vegetables by the river.
I froze for a few seconds, raised my eyes, and the messenger of autumn again dragged me to the streets covered with apricot trees. I was tired of running, sitting on the bench to take a nap, watching the few people coming and going, I suddenly had an idea, to pick up some ginkgo leaves, weave a flower, give it to Grandpa, "silver" for you, is my place "apricot", I was picking up half of it, suddenly a strong wind blew, the leaves on the ground are all floating in the air. A familiar voice sounded, and I suddenly looked back, as if to see Grandpa happily saying, "Er, it's cold, you need to wear more clothes..." I stood in the midst of the hundred leaves, and the messenger of autumn circled around me a few times, and then flew into grandpa's hands, disappearing in a beam of light, leaving only an apricot leaf, and after a long time, the wind stopped, and the leaves fell, but I loved to rise with the wind, and the wind stopped.
In the evening, the messenger of autumn returned home, and I also had a good heart and wanted to return home with thoughts. Sitting in front of the window, I was disturbed by an unexpected autumn rain, and my thoughts jumped out of the words in the book in front of me. I closed the book, I got up and walked toward the door, my footsteps gradually formed a ensemble with the footsteps that became heavier and heavier outside the door, and the figure became clear from blur, and the figure of Grandpa holding the umbrella gradually approached me, and his gray hair must have been touched by the messenger of autumn on the road, and there was still a slight rain. "Grandpa, I haven't seen you for a long time!"
Autumn, long time no see, don't come unharmed!
The leaves fall in autumn, the breeze comes, and all the beauty is staged in autumn.
I love autumn.
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