5 words of award-winning composition describing nature

When the gingko trees in Xiuqi are dressed in red, and the cinnamon trees in the garden are "red and fragrant", you can't leave this small Guanghua Garden, and you know that autumn has come and will go soon.

Autumn has always been a season that attracts people's imagination and imagination. Besides, this is a gloomy autumn in Chengdu. In this dreary autumn atmosphere, I think of another kind of autumn, the autumn of my hometown-the autumn of mountains and seas.

When I write about autumn, I like to use adjectives such as "the clouds are light and the wind is clear" and "the autumn is crisp". Compared with this gloomy autumn in the ancient capital, the autumn in my hometown is much brighter. Perhaps only that kind of sky deserves to be called "the sky". In the blue sky, there are a few wisps of white clouds floating lazily. If you are gossamer, if you are flying, it will never hinder your view of the sky. Occasionally, a group of egrets or geese fly by, adding a little agility to this sky. The autumn wind is blowing, and I am on cloud nine with gorgeous autumn leaves. The sunshine in autumn is always generous and gentle. He is like an old man who is over 5 years old. He has experienced ignorance in spring, enthusiasm in summer and steadiness in autumn. He selflessly dedicated his own light and heat, but also cherished every potential of himself, carefully reconciling and letting everything in the world enjoy the beauty and softness of this autumn. He was undoubtedly satisfied with his masterpiece, went to the other side of the mountain, and reluctantly looked back at this poetic land.

Autumn in the south is not as clear as that in the north, but you can easily see its existence. Look, it's Maple Grove in Shan Ye, which is the most faithful messenger of autumn. Looking at the gorgeous color like fire, it is not difficult to give birth to Du Mu's daydream of "parking and sitting in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are redder than the February flowers". And the yellow leaves are gone, leaving only the gray-black branches of the phoenix tree. Simple and clear reveals a kind of simplicity and solemnity. The weeds are withered, the chrysanthemums are yellow, and the old banyan trees in the century-old school are also falling leaves. The school is located in the north of Fengcheng in western Fujian. Behind the school is a hill called Fengshan. The hill is famous for its old school, which looks atmospheric because of the hill. Mr. Feng Shui said that it was this hill and Fengshan that made the old school talented people come forth in large numbers, which shocked the people.

At that time, I was overwhelmed by learning, so I often went to Fengshan alone to enjoy this beautiful autumn. I love a person sitting or lying in this quiet Shan Ye. Forget this noisy world for the time being, forget this annoying geometric algebra triangle, ABC for the time being, and only appreciate this rare peace with your heart. The mountain wind blows through the pine forest, rushing like a big wave; Here in Shan Ye, a vine grows one or two meters long or clings to small shrubs or crawls among weeds. At the moment, it is bearing clusters of red fruits resembling red beans. If one or two clusters are cut back and inserted between tables, it will not wither for a week, and it will be bright and beautiful. A bird's-eye view of Fengcheng from Fengshan shows that high-rise buildings have sprung up, and the booming Fengcheng is expanding around at an extremely fast speed. At the end of the city, on the other side of the river, an indomitable iron dragon extends into the distance, which is the Meikan Railway, which is under construction and is known as the golden passage-the only direct railway passage between Fujian and Guangdong.

Fujian is known as the hometown of mountains and seas. East Fujian is the sea, and west Fujian is the mountain. In the era of great construction in the whole country, the beautiful hometown is rare, but the hometown still preserves this purity. The mountains here are still so green, and the water here is still so beautiful, which still allows you to truly appreciate what autumn mountain is and what autumn water is. This mountain and this water can't help but remind you of your happy childhood. When I was in junior high school, the school was located by the Tingjiang River, and the beautiful Tingjiang River became our happy paradise. Here, we once rolled up our trousers and touched the stone snail in repulse bay; Here we used to chase egrets barefoot; Here, we once dug a small pit on the soft beach and set up a bench to catch sparrows; Here, we used to fill rats with buckets, and watched the rats who fled in a hurry laugh and scream; Here we used to dig loach in the dry pond to recall these happy childhood, and we still feel childlike.

Today, there are great changes here. A huge hydropower station will rise downstream. Today next year, it will be as flat as a mirror. My friend wrote to tell me that on the day of impoundment, there was a faint feeling of attachment between the lines, "The old long streets flooded by floods washed away the old footprints". I wrote back happily and replied, "I would like to watch the rolling flood drown the old town streets and wash away all the old dust." Because the curved river is not there, it is blue waves and thousands of hectares, and the mountains are laughing! "

In Chengdu and even in most parts of the country, kites fly on March 3rd, while in my hometown of western Fujian, kites fly on the Double Ninth Festival on September 9th. On this day, parents will make a simple kite for their children-just an oblique square and several long "tails". Children will take these simple kites to the nearby hills to fly, jumping and laughing and flying higher than their kites. The scene of kites flying all over the sky and laughter flooding the hillside is unforgettable so far. No one can explain clearly why people in their hometown chose the Double Ninth Festival to let their children fly this simple kite in the mountains. I just think for no reason that it's probably the Hakka people who want to express their yearning for the homeland of the Central Plains. Over the past 1 years, the pioneering Hakka ancestors have repeatedly moved to the south on a large scale in times of war and famine. Today, Hakka people live in eastern Guangdong, western Fujian and southeastern Jiangxi, but are scattered in Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Hong Kong, Taiwan and Nanyang. The first ancestors pinned their homesickness on flying kites on the Double Ninth Festival. Over time, this custom was handed down. Hakka people are known for their simplicity, so it is not surprising that Hakka kites are simple.

In the past, Hakka ancestors built earth buildings like iron walls in order to defend against the attacks of local aborigines. These earth buildings are almost indestructible. After hundreds of years of ups and downs, soldiers and bandits, earthquakes, fires and water disasters still stand upright. The tulou, which has been neglected for hundreds of years, is now praised as "a wonderful work in the history of world architecture" and is famous at home and abroad. And is applying to UNESCO to become a world cultural heritage. Simple Hakkas are open and hospitable. There is the famous Bagan in western Fujian, there is a real poor pulp and jade liquid-Hakka wine, and there are mountains and waters that I can't get enough of

This is my hometown-western Fujian.