It's September. Autumn is coming.But where is autumn?I am told that the sky looks higher with few clouds in autumn.I raise my head and look at the sky. It makes no difference with the sky in summer.And trees around are still green.Then I come to the fields. I find the corn in the ear. Apple trees nearby are fruiting well.The harvest season is coming.I jumped with joy. This is autumn. I found it!
It is autumn. The sky is clem and cloudless. The summer heat is gone. The autumn wind brings us cool. At once the version comes to my mind, "Autumn is rich with fruit and grain. " Actually I see pomegranates red and round on the stall in the market and the pcars big, yellow and juicy. My mouth waters for them. The grains have been harvested, the rice, wheat and corn.
The laurel trees give off fragrance. The perfume makes its way stralght into my nose. The brlght red canna are standing behind rows of tall plane trees. I am waiting for their leaves to turn yellow.Then l can trample on the fallen leaves on both sides of the ground.
At times the autumn rain keeps falling silandy on the trees and flowers and the ground. It washes everything clean. When the sun comes out, the droplets shine bright on the yellow leaves.
What a beautiful painting! Autumn is the season for harvest no pains, no gains. I must study hard so that I can have a big harvest in all my subjects.
I love autumn, because autumn is the harvest season, because the autumn scenery is colorful, is colorful, is a beautiful and charming.
I love the autumn sky, it high in the blue. It is like pieces of glittering and translucent sapphire, the autumn wind is wiped clean and beautiful.
I love autumn orchard, it grew and grew, the red apple like shy ones on the cheek. The orange persimmon red lanterns and bending the branches, like a flash. Golden ion of naughty like a fat doll hung branches, is waiting for us this group of kids pick!
I love autumn fields, in the vast pond, lush reeds flashing golden light, a gust of wind blowing, reeds stand steadily in the reeds, as if in dancing over there, smile.
I love yellow leaves in autumn, it float down from the trees in the mother's arms, gone with the wind! Gone with the wind! It floats in the river, to the fields, to the orchard, gone with the wind in the campus, to the children's side, tell you, "autumn is coming, autumn is coming!"
I love autumn, it's beautiful. I love autumn, it is pure and fresh air. Love it is like a beautiful poem.