英语读后感格式

I do not know why, for autumn, I always a kind of a special attachment. Inside the cool autumn love, love autumn in the same yellow butterflies fluttering all over the sky like a leaf, but also love the taste of autumn, savory, and sweet, there are harvest ...... deep breath, and if I Love autumn ......

Often a person walking in the forest between the track, autumn leaf falling from a tree a piece to my head, shoulders. Gently, as if a beautiful butterfly in me to stay a bit then fly away, a feeling of lost it filled my heart. Inadvertently picked up one, on the nose before the smell, there is an aroma of exotic and ancient, it seems that it did not come from trees, but from the past, the yellow leaves a record of its history, small wrinkles speak v. with its past, each leaf has its own memories, bitter or sweet it alone can we look back ... ...

Occasionally see the trees at the junction with heavy fruit trees, an inexplicable joy filled my heart like a shake the trunk, and it fell not fresh, picked up, and holding in the palm of the hand heavy, know that they are hard to come by . A kind of joy they did not forget the harvest looked up, there are a few leaves on trees, the wind gently rocking, do not guess, they must pay for their own singing for themselves the fruits of his life in exchange for jumping the dance, they know very soon end their lives would be buried in the ground Feng ER can have no regrets. Because they understand that fruit is a continuation of their life, next spring, another batch of new "soldiers" to take over their positions, does not stand still ... ...

Do not care, small fruit falls not fresh, the wind with the ground Gunzhe forward, could not bear to let them leave, followed by running up. Among unknowingly ran up a small hill, standing on top of the hill, pulled by the wind Yijiao floating, eyes closed, feeling the wind from the hair that wonderful feeling to find myself a good loved the cool breeze, good love the wind, bleak yet sweet flavor. Stand for a long time and refuse to leave, watching the sun a little bit of fall, feeling the evening is slowly coming to beautiful things in a short sigh and vulnerability ... ...

No stars, but hear the whispers Feng ER. Lying in an open space looking at the sky, think of mifriends, family, tears falling inadvertently, academics can not even my nearest place where it was for me to bring the voices of distant waves, blue, and melancholy, but in vain , Liang Liang, and joyous of the ... ...

Tired, shut our eyes, the eyes Meng Meng, and blurred, and fell asleep ... ...

A cool thing like a pearl slide down my face, opened his eyes and found that the sky are inundated with light rain, thin, Rou Rou's seems a bit sad, and slowly and beat the rain ran back to my depart -- warm, loving little room in which my favorite of all and love all my sitting on a soft sofa, drinking the prepared milk, sweet little Qiushi atmosphere, drinking it the warm, waiting, waiting for dawn, waiting for the arrival of autumn, the next one ... ...