The autumn wind blow dry in the summer in the lively grass, but the thin Daisy blew open, fragrant the whole field, let us smell the breath of autumn. Autumn fields, like the most beautiful poetry, the most beautiful song, the most beautiful picture scroll. I don"t know if you think so.
Autumn fields 秋天的田野
One day, the weather is sunny, the sun is shining. The sun on the earth.
My mother and I together from the county station car to return home under the home, to see the golden fields.
At home, we had lunch, my mother took me to the fields to play. Ah! The field is like a golden sea. Red red sorghum, rose red face; golden yellow rice, bending the waist; yellow corn, straight waist. They kept me squeeze it, my eyes, my mother is silent.
In the autumn the most insects, frogs eat insects to help farmers in the fields, the ants in the hole, eating a caterpillar. Grandpa also raise a flock of chickens and ducks, walking away from their Fangqianwuhou will certainly saw a hen led foraging a flock of chickens in the bamboo forest, or saw hunched up tail of the rooster in field marching to and fro.
Under the big tree xieliang, often see many leaves straight to fall, some like a fairy dance, and some like the rain falling down, and the wind as faintly visible.
I like the fields in spring, but I prefer autumn fields, because it makes my heart shocked.