Write a composition about "golden fields"

Autumn fields

How charming the field scenery is in October, like a beautiful picture.

In the early morning, the field was covered with a veil-like mist, as if to give the rice the last moisture. When the sun came out, the eyes were golden, and the full ears of rice bowed their heads and bent the rice stalks. Dewdrops hung on the rice grains, shining in the sun, like countless pearls. A gust of wind blew, and the rice fluttered with the wind, giving off an "autumn".

In the early morning, the field was covered with a veil-like mist, which seemed to give the rice the last moisture. The sun came out and it was golden in front of me. The full ears of rice bowed their heads and bent the rice stalks. Dewdrops hung on the rice grains, shining in the sun, like countless pearls. A gust of wind blew, and the rice fluttered with the wind, making a "pleasant sound".

After lunch, it seems that someone is silently directing, old people, young people and children. They all happen to coincide, holding silver sickles, leaving home, rushing to the field and starting to grab the harvest. Sweat flowed on their faces and wet their clothes, and they didn't bother to wipe them. "Click click" rang into one piece and merged into an idyllic symphony. How wonderful and cheerful the sound is! You see, the soybean sticks out its round little head in the pod and looks out, as if enjoying a bumper harvest.

Overnight, all the standing rice slept on the floor like a carpet. This field has become very broad. After two or three days, the rice sleeping on the ground disappeared and turned green. Ah! It turned out to be green wheat leaves, much like a lush grassland. Wheat leaves are long and thin, soft and tender. They suck the crystal rain and dew, scrambling to grow, as if they were taller and faster than anyone else.

There is a hole in front of me. I looked up and saw all kinds of vegetables: red peppers, green vegetables, clustered grass heads ... I pulled out a green vegetable with roots like grandpa's beard and leaves and vegetable handles like pieces of table tennis boards.

What a charming Akita!

Beautiful field composition 300 words

Release date: 20 15-03-25

Article 1

I remember when I was a child, one autumn, my mother took me to the suburbs and walked on the country road. A breeze blew, and it was really cool. At first glance, there was a piece of golden light in front of me. My mother told me that it was a paddy field.

I immediately fell in love with this beautiful rice field, like a golden ocean. Looking at the golden rice, I seem to see the farmer's uncle laughing from ear to ear. I have also thought about the labor and hardships they have paid, and only when they have paid can they gain.

A breeze blew and bent rice's waist. There is a crystal clear river next to the rice field. The river is very clear, and you can clearly see the small fish and pebbles at the bottom. There are many colors of small fish, including red, yellow, gray, silver and black ... There are various shapes of stones, and they are really beautiful.

There is also a forest on the other side of the river. The forest is lush and the air there is very fresh. A green shirt surrounds the gold vest. How beautiful!

This is a beautiful field, this is the field of our village, and I love all the scenery in my hometown, especially the beautiful fields.

Looking at all this, I can't help thinking of two wonderful songs-beautiful fields and country roads.

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The autumn sky is as blue as washing, like an endless ocean. The geese lined up neatly and flew south.

The fields are golden, the golden rice is put into the pockets with the rumble of the harvester, and the straw lies neatly on the ground.

The river is crystal clear, like transparent blue silk, lying quietly in the embrace of the earth. Suddenly, a few leaves floated down from the tree, and the mirror-like water suddenly rippled.

The cotton field is white and looks like a thick layer of snow from a distance. The farmer's uncle was picking cotton in the cotton field, and his face showed joy. In the orchard, oranges are yellow and apples are red, hanging on the branches like lanterns. Fruit farmers are climbing up and down the trees, busy picking oranges and transporting apples. The cars in the orchard and the fields in autumn are really beautiful and lively, and people laugh loudly.

Everyone helped to write a composition. We came to the golden fields in autumn for the weekend, and it was late autumn in a blink of an eye. It's not as early as before. It will take some time for the sun to penetrate the thick sea of clouds, and the cool autumn wind blows a fresh breath. A group of five of us set off by bus and went to Sister Yue's home in Huatai Village, where we enjoyed the beauty of nature, the romance of the fields in late autumn, the joy of the harvest season and the authentic farmhouse music. About an hour or so, a red sun rises at dawn, and the sun shines on the earth through flowing white clouds; We have come to Huatai village and continue along the tree-lined path; Walking on the country road, the first thing you see is endless golden rice fields, golden waves in the breeze, heavy rice waiting to be harvested, and a bumper harvest scene; Poplar, willow and Metasequoia in the village look like a thick green from a distance. As soon as we entered the village, we saw Sister Yue and his wife waiting for us there. Seeing our arrival, they waved and trotted towards us happily, saying, "You are here at last. We have been waiting for you for a long time. We will go home soon, and breakfast is ready for you. " Sister Yue lives in the east of the village, which is a two-bedroom and three-story building with local characteristics. There is a small lake in front, surrounded by weeping willows and poplars. The lake is a beautiful lotus pond, but now it is the harvest season, and the lotus has become a lotus seed. Some lotus leaves have withered and grown white lotus roots. Behind the house is a small Metasequoia forest in their home. It's really a beautiful picture of the land of fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River. It can be said that it is a silent poem in itself. After lunch, (it was a very authentic farmhouse meal. Sister Yue and his wife showed us around their village. They crossed the village alley. There are willows on both sides of the alley. At this time, the willow leaves have turned yellow, bearing a string of small fruits (locals call them duck eggs). That string of hanging duck pendants is like a string of small bells and a string of small gold ornaments made by Seiko. The air is filled with wisps of sweet fragrance, which makes people a little drunk. The village under the shade of big trees is warm and harmonious. From time to time, hospitable villagers greeted Sister Yue and said, "Your family is a guest in the city. Come to our house when you are free. " Looking at the warm smiling faces of these simple villagers, those long-lost memories were awakened and felt the sincerity and true feelings of the world. Walking out of the village, my vision suddenly became clear. In the endless rice fields, several harvesting combine harvesters are busy nervously. Sister Yue told us happily: "Mechanization is really good now. In the past, we had to invite many people to help harvest rice. Now we don't need it. As long as we contact them, we can take all the rice home in one day, and our dozens of acres of rice can be harvested in two days. " Golden rice is the expectation of farmers and the most beautiful scenery. Along the path in the field, we continued to move forward; There are flowers and grass on both sides of the path, and an orchard is in front. Orchards are mainly pear trees and orange trees, which are full of fruits. In the autumn harvest season, the orchard is full of fragrance, and fruit farmers are picking, packaging and transporting in full swing. Autumn is certainly the harvest season, and the autumn fields are the most charming. We walked through the orchard and came to the green vegetable field. The Chinese cabbage in the vegetable field is turning its heart, green and white; Carrots are planted among Chinese cabbages. Half of the carrots grow in the soil and half are exposed. Red is very attractive. Carrot tassels are red stems and green leaves. Therefore, the growth of JASON ZHANG shows an upward trend at a glance. That tomato is full of fruits, green and red are like fire. From time to time, it exudes a little sweet and sour taste to seduce you, catch your eye, make your eyes shine in the sun, and make you think. The most interesting thing is to come to their sweet potato field. Sister Yue said that the sweet potato baked in other places is much more delicious than the charcoal baked in your city, which makes us all very greedy. At this time, Sister Yue and his wife were busy digging sweet potatoes, and we also helped pick straw and willow branches. It is said that the sweet potato baked by willow branches is the most fragrant and sweet. At this point, they have dug a pit at the edge of the field, folded the willow branches into several sections, inserted them evenly at both ends of the dug pit, put sweet potatoes on the willow branches, and put straw under the willow branches. When the straw burns to more than half, quickly seal the pit with wet soil. About half an hour, open the hole again, and the smell of baked sweet potato will be accompanied by the smoke of straw, which will make your mouth water. The sweet potato baked in this way tastes really good: noodles, sand, fragrance and sweetness! Eat our lips and cheeks, and our waists are round and our bellies are bulging. We are so happy that we forget our age and so-called identity and run in the autumn fields; Feel the flowers and plants in autumn, feel the harvest in autumn, feel the romance in autumn, and feel the meaning of autumn-I haven't had such a pleasant experience for a long time! People who have lived and worked in reinforced concrete houses for a long time, like us, can only return to nature and let go of their feelings; In order to feel incisively and vividly, we can get the happiest enjoyment. Walking on the country road, that kind of freedom, that kind of joy, that kind of joy, is a rare mood for people who have lived in downtown for a long time. I like the feeling of walking on the country road and the beautiful field scenery.

3. How to write an autumn composition with gold, fields, orchards and harvest? The fields in autumn are golden.

Autumn is full of harvest, the fragrance of fruits and people's happy laughter. I love this autumn, and I love Akita in my hometown even more.

One Sunday morning, the sun was shining brightly. My mother took me back to my hometown, the countryside of Weishi County, to observe Akita.

Along the way, I saw geese flying south in a row in the sky, flying to a warm place for the winter. The lovely swallow is also moving. As they fly, they look back as if to say goodbye to their hometown.

When I arrived at the fields in my hometown, the first thing I saw was the endless rice fields. In front of me were golden ears of rice, full and heavy, which made the rice stalks stiff. The slender rice leaves glistened golden in the sun.

"sasha vujacic", the ears of rice are swayed from side to side by the wind, just like waves in the golden sea, pushing waves after waves, which is very spectacular. There are other crops beside the rice fields. A fiery red sorghum proudly held its head high, as if it had been drunk and turned red. Its huge leaves sway with the wind, as if to send a signal to people to recruit soldiers, and as if to show off its rich fruits.

Walking forward, a tall corn appeared in front of my eyes. Under the leadership of the farmer's grandfather, I picked corn like a competition. I'm busy picking one here and one there. Some corn grows taller than me, and I jump like a "carp jumping in the dragon gate", no matter how tall the corn is! A fruity smell came with the wind, and I couldn't help saying, "It smells good!" Walk quickly to the orchard.

The orchard is full of fruits! Look, some pears in Huang Chengcheng are proudly standing on high branches, shaking their heads; Some hide behind dense leaves, appearing and disappearing, like shy little girls. There are tall persimmon trees, covered with persimmons like red dragon and golden gourd.

The apple tree over there is covered with big apples that are half green and half red, and the branches are crushed by them. The big apple is like a little doll squeezed together, pulling open the green leaves and looking out.

Looking at this charming fruit, I really want to pick one and try it. Walking out of the orchard, we set foot on the way home. Looking at this harvest field, my mood can't be calm. I feel the unique charm of autumn and the joy of harvest.

I love autumn, and I love autumn fields even more.

4. The third grade composition uses words such as gold, field, orchard and bumper harvest to write an exercise to describe autumn scenery. Autumn is coming, and the fields are full of harvest.

I came to Tanobe, a low field, where the rice was ripe and golden, as if someone had spread a thick layer of gold on the ground. The autumn wave shakes the ear of rice, making the heavy ear of rice swing rhythmically, as if the golden mountain is sliding.

Wind and waves are like moving music. There is also a cornfield next to the rice field.

Ah! Corn grows well. One by one, the corn cob is dressed as a lively and lovely fat doll.

They took off their green coats and put on yellow cotton gowns, scrambling to lean out their small yellow heads as if they were smiling at me. The soybeans here are ripe, too Pieces of soybeans shook their pods and gave a loud laugh.

Some pods cracked and soybeans jumped out of them. Want to see the outside world.

The vegetable garden in autumn is another scene. I came to the vegetable garden to have a look. This is a complete variety.

There are tomatoes, peppers, eggplant ... tomatoes are covered with red gauze, all like blushing little girls. Yo! Look, those lovely little peppers; Red is like fire, hidden under the green branches and leaves, like a beautiful girl holding a fan to shade the sun.

Purple eggplant hung on the branches in a purple robe. From a distance, he looks like an arrogant scholar! Ah! The fields in autumn are really charming.

5. Summer field composition I went to Shicheng in the summer vacation. I heard that I would pass Guangchang, which is called Lianxiang, where there are many "gentlemen" lotus flowers.

I am very excited. I am very excited at the thought of seeing beautiful lotus flowers soon. Passing Guangchang, looking out the window, wow! The lotus in the field is endless, which is simply a sea of lotus flowers. The green lotus leaves are rippling in the wind, just like waves. The lotus in The Waves is like a beautiful fairy, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

A gust of wind blew, and these graceful "fairies" danced "water ballet" happily in the green "ocean". Looking at these lotus flowers reminds me of Yang Wanli's poem "Morning Sending Woods from Jingci Temple": "After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June.

Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. "Not only does the lotus in June look good, but the lotus in July is no worse than that in June.

Lotus leaves are bright green, and lotus flowers are pure red. Because of its noble character, it does not touch mud.

Throughout the ages, people often use it as a metaphor for the noble character of "resisting corrosion and never touching". In Shicheng, although there are not as many lotus flowers as Guangchang, there are also many.

Leaving Shicheng, the green "ocean" disappeared, but the golden "ocean" appeared in front of us. Look at that golden field, shining with golden light in the sun.

Who says autumn is the harvest season and summer is the harvest season? The fields are busy, and the uncles of farmers in Huang Chengcheng are trying to harvest ripe rice. It must be tiring to work in the fields in such hot weather. I have to admire them.

At this time, I remembered the poem "weeding": "It was noon when weeding, and sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard. "

Isn't this a true portrayal of them? My mother also told me that they would go to summer sowing immediately after harvesting rice ... how hard the farmer's uncle is! Therefore, we must cherish every grain we eat. Summer fields, beautiful fields, and bumper fields inspire my fields.

6. The sentence describing the autumn field was written by a famous writer. 6. In the field, the heavy ears of grain bent down with laughter, the sorghum blushed like a drunk boy, the corn with wooden sticks showed rows of neat teeth, the cotton opened its coat and revealed its white underwear, and there was a scene of bumper harvest everywhere.

7. Autumn is a beautiful picture with its own unique color-yellow. On the tree and on the ground, it almost became a yellow world. Brother Feng is very proud, because it has a rare color-red, and its leaves illuminate the surrounding plants like fire. Autumn is still green, Cycas is an exception. Its numerous thorns spread in all directions like fireworks.

8. I went to the field and saw a bumper harvest: snow-white cotton; Sorghum with heavy rice and full grains. They nodded frequently in the wind. What's that noise? Oh! It turns out that the farmer's uncle is very hardworking in breaking corn! Corn was put into the laundry list one by one, which was the hard work of the farmer's uncle.

9. Autumn sunshine is crystal clear, water flows brightly between heaven and earth, rustles in the clear veins of yellow leaves and red leaves, spins in the sweet dimples of young girls, plays beautiful folk songs on every flying hair, and coats every land and everything with a warm taste.

10. Autumn is really a beautiful season. Look! Although that row of maple trees is not as beautiful as the lush foliage in summer, look! A gust of wind blew, and the leaves broke free from the mother tree's arms and fell down one by one, much like a dancing butterfly, so beautiful-so beautiful. Some people may express sympathy and regret for Mother Dashu. However, the mother tree is not sad at all, because she knows that the maple leaf will return to her arms next spring.

7. Write a composition (400 words) on the topic of golden autumn. When the rice in the field is ripe, it is golden, light yellow, golden and dark yellow. Look at it from a distance and look at it from a distance.

A gust of autumn wind blew, rice waves rolled, one after another, and layers of golden waves rippled. Nearby, the farmer's uncle is rushing to harvest. Behind them, bundles of ears of rice were neatly arranged in piles, and sweat oozed from their bronzed skin, but their faces were still smiling like sunshine.

Look, in the cornfield, corn is like a naughty child. They took off their coats, revealing rows of neat teeth. They are scrambling to lean out their little heads and see the autumn scenery of nature. They are older and stronger than themselves. Although the farmer's uncle was sweating like a pig, he smiled happily at the lovely corn.

On one side of the field, there is a crystal clear river, and the tidbits of reeds are reflected in the river, which is more clear; The sky is reflected in the river and looks bluer; The white clouds are reflected in the river, making them even whiter. Autumn wind blows, a few yellow leaves fall into the water, and small fish swim up as a sun umbrella.

After work, the farmer's uncle always comes to the river to wash his face and relieve the fatigue of the day. Children often come here to play games, hide and seek, eagles catch chickens and jump rubber bands ... everything recovers in spring, the weather is hot in summer, melons and fruits are fragrant in autumn and snowflakes are fluttering in winter.

These four seasons have their own characteristics, but I like autumn and autumn fields best. Teacher Qiu dyed the green field golden with that colorful brush. From a distance, the field seems to be covered with a golden carpet.

My friends and I put our folded paper boats into the river one by one. Rivers carry our hopes and send them far away. Looking at the boat sailing steadily on the river, we cried and shouted happily. How brilliant the cries and shouts are! Ah, I love autumn, and I love autumn fields even more.

Love the colorful fields in autumn; Love the unique vitality of the field in autumn; Love the fruitful harvest and wireless hope in the autumn fields. The fields in autumn are really beautiful! People praise colorful spring, but I prefer fruitful autumn.

Autumn is more prosperous than spring; Autumn is more colorful than spring. On Sunday, I went to the fields in the suburbs to look for the footprints of autumn.

The sky is like a sapphire covering the earth, and the sun is like a pearl embedded in it, emitting soft light. Poplars lined up neatly on both sides of the road took off their summer clothes and put on their autumn clothes, with green leaves mixed with yellow leaves.

A gust of autumn wind blew, and yellow leaves whirled off the branches, flying in the air like yellow butterflies. Several wild chrysanthemums beside the tree are in full bloom and swaying in the autumn wind, just like a row of fairies dancing, adding a lot of color to autumn.

On both sides of the road are endless rice fields. In the field, golden rice, full and heavy, wafted intoxicating fragrance, and rolled golden waves, pushing them to endless distances, like brilliant rosy clouds shaking off in the field.

Huang Chengcheng's millet, with its heavy ears, can't hold back, and it is still shaking hard, as if singing a hymn to the harvest field. From a distance, the whole paddy field looks like a carpet covered with gold.

In the field, farmers are busy harvesting rice, and their cheerful laughter comes from time to time. Near the rice field, there is a small field full of tall corn.

They are full of energy, facing the passing autumn wind and whispering, as if quietly conveying the message of harvest. The crystal clear dew on the leaves suddenly got into the soil, which contributed to the bumper harvest in order to moisten the fertile land at the foot.

The river near the field is crystal clear, but the water is getting colder and colder. There are a few yellow leaves floating on the water, just like a boat with a few leaves, carrying a few small ants down the river.

In the middle of the river, there are a group of fat white geese flapping their snow-white wings, playing on the water and splashing beautiful water. The boundaries of rice fields are continuous mountains.

The color of the mountain has turned a little yellow. The weeds on the mountain set off the golden autumn with their residual green.

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In autumn, please come to the beautiful fields, where people are relaxed and refreshed.

This is a sea of rice, a golden world. Continuous paddy fields are like golden carpets connected by beds.

A gust of wind blew, and the rice fields played a cheerful movement, rolling up layers of rice waves. The farmer's uncle waved a sickle and cut off the joy of harvest with a brush, revealing a sweet smile.

At the edge of the field, my aunt cut one soybean after another, and the bean stalks were covered with pods. Some small peas couldn't wait to jump out and accidentally fell to the ground. Aunt happily picked it up and put it in the basket.

You know, they are all aunts' treasures. It can be cooked and eaten, or made into glistening tofu, which is delicious. The vegetable fields over there are lively! You see, uncle dug into the ground with a hoe and drilled a lot of sweet potato babies. He blinked his little eyes mischievously, some were already laughing, some were still hugging each other tightly, as if talking from the heart, and the old man was happy from ear to ear.

And in the sugarcane field over there, uncle is tying up the sugarcane and carrying it to the tractor in bundles. It doesn't seem like sugar cane, but like your own doll. The fields in autumn are harvest fields and beautiful fields. I want to thank the farmers for dressing up the autumn fields so beautifully.

Applicable topic: fields in my hometown, golden fields, I love my hometown, and write a picture of my hometown.

9. Write a composition about this field. The fields in spring

In spring, the most fascinating thing in the field is the gorgeous rape flowers.

From a distance, the narrow rape field looks like the belt of nature; Sporadic rape fields, golden patches, alternate with the green of wheat, interwoven into beautiful patterns to decorate the fields; An endless field of rape. It is like a green carpet covered with a thick layer of yellow velvet. In the river next to the rape field, the water is green, the color of the vegetables is reflected, and the yellow rate is clear. Majestic, rape flowers dance, stretching its beautiful posture.

Look at that little golden flower. Four small petals are open. Colorful butterflies are neatly arranged around the long vegetable moss, flying around the tender moss and the pale green beads at the top. Countless bees passed through it, chirping. Flowers are everywhere, butterflies are everywhere, and they form a colorful ocean. You are standing on the golden coast, and the fragrance coming from the rape field is intoxicating. In the golden ocean, you will certainly hear the fields singing, as if singing a happy song. In this golden ocean, you must feel very comfortable and especially gratified.

This beautiful spring scenery is really strange and charming, which makes us love nature more. We really want to embrace nature, enjoy the gift of nature and enjoy the picturesque rural scenery of our hometown.